You know, this isn't right I'm sure, but a thought exercise on why in the movie Splash in the eighties, Madison met a woman who told her one, Annie Hall was so passe and two, her daughter was so lucky because she was anorexic started this. believe it. or. not.

ruben, gout, mcdonalds, sugar, and the working woman in time and space: a reflection on the meaning of organ meats in the western hemisphere above the equator is that too vague? also, wal-mart. and thematic not-trees )
I need to get my rant out because why not.

I am so tired--beyond words--not of Polar Vortex Marks I, II, and III (so far), but of people who mock the South's reaction to the truly radical weather change we're experiencing. Yes, it's a mistake to read comments on any article on a news website, but when someone from fucking Buffalo explains how people in Atlanta are just stupid if they're taking this cold thing badly because where they're from they don't even notice snow at six feet uphill both ways, something snaps. Advice from those who live in an area with regular, consistent subzero temperatures during winter is blessed--seriously, you people are wonderful--but those who seem to think it's just a matter of wearing a few extra layers and everything's fine, no, it's not.

Note: okay, I had no idea how much resentment I had built up to need this many words. Huh.

Here's the charming personal anecdote to explain why I want to set things on fire and not just because I'm tired of being cold )

How does this relate: let me short version this. )
Update:

On March 14, 2012, Texas will effectively strip one hundred and thirty thousand (130,000) women of baseline health coverage with the end of the Women's Health Program. This is after the October's slash and burn that stripped 2/3 of the budget devoted to women's health. The federal Title X is barely hobbling, and I'm not sure, but I think we had a woman called a slut on national radio and told she should broadcast her sex life publicly if she wants subsidized birth control.

I wouldn't characterize this as a war on women. This is more what I think we'd call a 'rout'. In fact, hands up, on a glance, I think we're tragically unaware we have already lost.
Really.

On behalf of those of us who were and are single women on welfare with children in the South and at some point in our lives lived in a--I need to check the wording--"rural south USA in a welfare slum trailer"--and who do not think our population should be fodder for your smug little war on the word shack:

Fuck. You.

Are you fucking serious?

Are you comparing lower income women's lives--and since you used the word 'welfare', we all know you're talking about women, who make up the majority of welfare clients; women, whose choices and lives are limited by poverty and the difficulties raising children alone, without spousal support; poor urban women, a population that is statistically more likely to be battered by their male partner--to a fucking challenge using the word shack?

I suppose [personal profile] indywind felt it was 'problematic' to use the term 'trailer trash'; should I be grateful? Thank you. Your buddies in that thread who were so excited to read it--and that super clever "Now them's fightin' words!!!" jab--also have my abject gratitude that parts of my life--and my family, friends, and clients from when I was a caseworker who decided benefits for those renters of "rural south USA in a welfare slum trailer"--are being held up in humourous example of how southern poverty is totally like using the word shack. I feel as if social justice is on my side.

So, my night is shit. How's everyone else doing?
The Leveson Inquiry, link to The Guardian main page for all current information.

Back in July, you might remember that entire tabloid phone-hacking thing, which personally I found horrifying but considering the state of what's considered news, did not expect would actually be a thing.

Then whoa boy was I wrong. And in the way that has been building pretty much since de facto open season was declared on any and all parts of a public person's life--and the definition of that is subject to the question 'will it sell'.

On a certain level, I get why people aren't terribly sympathetic to celebrities being grumpy about having their pictures taken. When your yearly income is more than most people make in their lives, it's almost like an even trade; you get lots of money, but I get to humiliate you publicly if at all possible, but by proxy, so I don't feel guilty about it.

Which lets face it, the majority of the stuff that sells well is really, the equivalent of a lot of people getting together to pay someone to stalk someone else until something personally humiliating occurs so everyone can laugh at them with society's blessing. If you are not thinking of Britney Spears right now, please do so.

In other words the public's right to know does and should extend to whether or not Chris Brown's beating the shit out of women since, and I could be wrong, that's kinda dangerous for women who may or may not date Chris Brown and also for women who, say, exist on this planet. It's dangerous because domestic violence is a massive problem that gets women killed. Strangely enough, I do not see Hugh Grant's girlfriend's baby such a public concern that she needs to be stalked about it. I see that stalking as a serious concern, but if you stalk while carrying a camera, it seems to be okay.

In general, in countries with free press, the overall feeling is--and I know there are exceptions to this by county, by area, by city, by person, and a lot of variations in between depending on national history--to err on the side of too much rather than not enough. To have a free press, the price we pay is to live with it in all its excesses for the sake of its necessity. This is very popular if you are in absolutely no danger of being a target and really like gossip, because sure, they have money, but you can call them a whore and I don't know if you noticed the examples I used are women because overall they tend to bring all the readers to the yard.

It's not that men don't get hit in just as nasty ways, but there seems to be a more varied range that rarely includes their whoredom, their slutdom, their trampdom, their bitchdom, their inability to keep their legs closed, their babymamaness, their weight (because of a man), their weight loss (because of a man), their bad hair days (not hot enough), their nights clubbing (slutty), their bodies (not good enough), their plastic surgery (fake), their drinking and drugs and partying too much or not enough, too dowdy, too revealing (too slutty), too artificial, but sweatpants and no eyeliner are just pathetic while picking up some squash at the local market (secret lesbian??????).

I am perfectly willing to admit that some people love the attention, and for them, it's a conscious choice made because, well, it pays well. That's not a defacto yes to run anyone off the road in a tragic event because they were out with their boyfriend, though I'm probably overstating it, no one's actually died yet because the paparazzi chased them--oh wait.

I keep coming back to the thing about the phone hacking, because seriously, I never thought that would be an actual problem beyond some firings and a slap on the wrist. And neither did they. When the state of the media at any point leads the public to be surprised that blatant, disgusting breaches of privacy are not only being acknowledged, but like, treated as crimes, the media should reconsider its positioning.

And the public shouldn't be so surprised, so shocked, that someone thought they deserved to be protected. The public should also consider admitting that it's really fun to watch someone be bullied, chased, and harassed; it's not a crime, after all, and everyone loves this shit. Sorry, I mean, they like keeping up on the news. It sounds better that way.

This may be happening in the UK, but international news is global, incestuous, and three degrees of Murdoch in blood, money, or pun. In a really horrifying way, the media--and I say this with loathing--is most to blame for being opportunistic, money-hungry, and amoral, but to be fair, they've worked very hard to define themselves that way, so no surprise. But in all this time of what the media and tabloids can and can't do, it's helpful to note that--in a surprise twist--questions are being asked about the people who give them their information. You know, police officers, hospitals, public service institutions, government officials, because hello, the tabloids aren't leading these frail innocents into temptation and if only the wicked media stopped, the poor naive babies wouldn't dream of selling out their patients, their clients, or the public trust. Sure, reporters are there to buy it, but that doesn't follow anyone was obligated to name a price.
I don't want to scare anyone with kids.

But one day--one day--you will be awake at two in the morning, trying to compile wireless drivers from binaries for his wireless card after installing Kubuntu on his laptop.

And while downloading binaries, you will get this error:

cryptsetup: WARNING: failed to detect canonical device of /dev/sda1
cryptsetup: WARNING: could not determine root device from /etc/fstab

And you will so want to go cry in the bathroom. You won't, as there is no crying in ubuntu, networks, and well, hell, but oh, you will want to.

You know, if blurays would just work when one puts them in their perfectly legal and updated Samsung machine and maybe, IDK, remove all those goddamn trailers, warnings, and random unskippable junk, I might never have learned the joy of hand compiling drivers in Kubuntu.

I get why people become hackers now. I mean, sure, there's the troll quality, but I am pretty sure at this point there is a sizable minority who entered the field by sheer accident due to a break with reality when they realized companies were selling them movies that apparently, the company deeply resented them actually watching.

...and Child still needs this laptop with working wireless tomorrow. Find me a political philosophy that requires corporations provide actual working goods and services for payments rendered and I will leave capitalism tomorrow. Or next time I have time; November 2013 looks good for that.

*dives back in with seething hatred*
Okay, for the record, if one more person trots out a sweetly naive statement about how real names make you nicer and improve accountability, please for the love of God actually learn what the internet is (hint: it requires actually getting on it and not theorizing about it). Once that has been achieved, go to Facebook--I'm assuming you can find it--and look at what all those real names actually do, what groups they make--under their names--and what they say--again, under their names.

IRL we do shitty things under our real names. If empathy and accountability are supposed to be synonymous with real names, then your understanding of the history of the human race is fatally goddamn flawed.

I'm not going to defend pseudonymity by making arguments about all the reasons why someone would or should or could or needs to; no one should have to, since that's what life is.

We live IRL pseudonymity all the time; my son, my parents, my coworkers, my boss all use different variations of my name, my title, my salutation, some pieces of which will never show up on a driver's license or government record, and yet, somehow, the internet claims a higher fucking authority than the parents who raised me, the child I am raising, my boss, my minister, my best friend, my sisters, my aunt, my friends, my classmates, people I meet at clubs, people I meet in other countries, and what I call myself?

To clarify: google+ requires a higher level of disclosure than my actual honest to God real life. And it requires I give that to everyone, ever, in perpetuity.

Are. You. Serious?

I'm not so much wondering if anyone arguing Real Names for All has ever been to the internet, but exactly how you navigate real life at all.

Crossposted to Google+ and DW
Okay, for the record, if one more person trots out a sweetly naive statement about how real names make you nicer and improve accountability, please for the love of God actually learn what the internet is (hint: it requires actually getting on it and not theorizing about it). Once that has been achieved, go to Facebook--I'm assuming you can find it--and look at what all those real names actually do, what groups they make--under their names--and what they say--again, under their names.

IRL we do shitty things under our real names. If empathy and accountability are supposed to be synonymous with real names, then your understanding of the history of the human race is fatally goddamn flawed.

I'm not going to defend pseudonymity by making arguments about all the reasons why someone would or should or could or needs to; no one should have to, since that's what life is.

We live IRL pseudonymity all the time; my son, my parents, my coworkers, my boss all use different variations of my name, my title, my salutation, some pieces of which will never show up on a driver's license or government record, and yet, somehow, the internet claims a higher fucking authority than the parents who raised me, the child I am raising, my boss, my minister, my best friend, my sisters, my aunt, my friends, my classmates, people I meet at clubs, people I meet in other countries, and what I call myself?

To clarify: google+ requires a higher level of disclosure than my actual honest to God real life. And it requires I give that to everyone, ever, in perpetuity.

Are. You. Serious?

I'm not so much wondering if anyone arguing Real Names for All has ever been to the internet, but exactly how you navigate real life at all.

Crossposted to google+ and LJ. I miss crossposting.
The longer I'm online, the more irritable I get with DRM and with pretty much everyone who deals with selling digital content, and my irritability grows larger the more I use actualfax money for it and don't pirate, which is weird, because when I was unemployed and welfare-esque, I didn't care, as the internet is for pirating.

It's like a weird inverse Streisand Effect; the stupider DRM restrictions get, the less interested I am in buying it. The longer it takes to get to the actual movie on my bluray, the more firmware upgrades I have to deal with, the fact it's to the point where I've become semi-tech support to do simple shit like play a bluray for family and family friends, the fact iTunes has a goddamn five computer restriction on some of my music, and did I mention the unskippable nightmare of playing a bluray movie when your remote control is being a bitch? Or having to suddenly firmware update that takes for-fucking-ever....and we won't even go into the fuck-upedness of region restrictions and grey market buying because then I wonder if every single person in the entertainment industry is just stupid or stuck in the fifties or five years old with a three year old's understanding of how the universe works.

Open letter to Every Person Who Makes Buying Movies, Music, and Any Digital Content a Losing Proposition;

Let me tell you what is not fun: learning the slow and horrifying way to compile binaries by command line in goddamn linux--LINUX OF THE MY GOD THEY CALL THESE USER GUIDES?--with minimal inline comments and some not in English and hard code hex codes so I could watch my own legally bought blurays. Because the firmware was being a bitch and I hit my limit on staring hatefully at my bluray player while it refused to play anything. We won't talk about having to grab the experimental version of Handbrake that required new and exciting educational opportunities in how to make Linux not crash when the nightly build breaks something important in the OS; we will talk about being really excited when I could configure it using an actual interface. With my mouse.

(Command line: whoo boy does that improve your spelling in sheer terror of what you might accidentally tell your computer to do.)

Let me tell you what was fun: watching my movie afterward with a sense of bitter satisfaction uninterrupted and in 1080i. It made my goddamn week.

Let me tell you what's expensive: hard drives that can hold bluray movies at 40G a pop. Baby, I am running out of SATA ports to add more TB hard drives. And possibly out of sanity when I start wondering if it would really be like, incredibly crazy to build a second server for load balancing (and um, because okay, that's so much fun: I want to have a server building party and invite everyone to bring their parts and have chips and salsa and cupcakes and bandaids and silver nitrate for the totally not going to happen electrical burns).

Let me tell you what sucks: could have torrented that shit for free instead of paying for the privilege of being so frustrated I crashed my server twice (Handbrake's nightly builds redefine unstable) and get my content from people who do this much better than I do and are magic with compression codes. As they probably know what the hell they're doing.

Let me tell you about me: I am your demographic. I spend ridiculous amounts of money on movies and music and I own a fourteen year old who isn't any cheaper. I am lazy and given a choice I like clicking "Add to Cart" rather than spend a month I will never get back with Dev C++ learning to compile and install binary libraries and parsing XML (Parsing. XML. Just. God.) to watch something I bought.

Let me tell you one last thing: what you are doing is really improving my programming. From the current status of torrenting, I'd say a generation could also thank you for that.

I'm lazy. Please stop making me educate myself.

Seperis

*****

...it's only overreacting when you've tried to update the firmware less than five times. What I'm saying is, Samsung, you are so close to getting a firmly-written letter.
Wake Up, Geek Culture, in which I think I am reading a geek shaking a virtual cane at people getting their anime too easily, too many people of the ungeeky classes being interested in geek turf, and remix culture because it's killing originality and then I got lost in the Etewaf, which is apparently really bad, but kind of sounds like my perfect life.

...I'm not sure.

I want to approach this from like, multiple are you kidding angles because hello, kind of my entire identity being geek, remix, and also, I like anime and God would I have killed to have access to it in my teens. Or like, knew it existed.

Academics have covered remix culture, and the mainstreaming of geekdom is like, a constant refrain everywhere, so not even going to bother, mostly because he froze me up at the Etewaf horror--very Lovecraftian, that--in which everyone has easy access to everything and that's like, really bad.

Let's not romanticize the past in which we had to wait for years and go uphill both ways to get our manga, okay? That shit isn't nostalgic; that sucked. It sucked. Yes, we had lively discussions waiting for new issues for about an hour and then geeks went to war, and geek war isn't like mundane war; most of us enter with a vocabulary not limited to languages that actually exist and a lot of us grew up beneath the thumb of mainstream contempt and high school bullying and whoo boy did we carry that into every conversation ever? Oh, we did. Harry Potter books had what, a one to two year wait or average? Did you see that fandom? And let me just say, thank God Star Trek II didn't come out during internet culture and have the waiting period before Star Trek III came out: bloodshed, people.

Geek culture was expensive; it was very much the territory of middle and upper middle class who could afford to import direct from Japan or knew someone who could if the titles you wanted weren't here. Even domestic products weren't cheap or easy; it's not that long ago that VHS tapes were this new and exciting thing that allowed recording instead of staring at the television listings for a hopeful glance of something not a rerun of fifties era programming and being really disappointed on a daily basis. Cable still isnt' universally accessible even in the US, and certainly not in rural Texas, much less internet. Working class geek meant used bookstores because hardcovers or even new paperback were for birthdays, Christmas, and when it was something my entire family would want to read (which luckily, we overlapped taste in a lot of things). Buying movies was an event that was considered carefully.

[I'd love to hit a real discussion of classism in geekdom because along with shitty race issues and shitty sexism issues, geek cultural development wasn't just white and male, it was white, male, and specific to certain economic classes as well. It's not that POCs, women, and the non-middle-class weren't geeky or didn't develop their own geek-related culture but geek as it is presented to mainstream culture is--well, white, male, and very obviously both.

[I'm still boggling at people who are utterly shocked that POC and women attended and still attend sci-fi conventions and are interested in the same things that mainstream geek culture is; yes, we've been here all along, and the question you should be asking is not 'where have you been' but 'why didn't I see that?' No one asks that, though. It's weird.]

Geek culture was difficult unless you lived in a city; I was a geek culture of one at my school K through 12 and you think your clique had it hard? Please. I never even met a D&Der until college and a LARPer after that. I met geek culture in college without any geek socialization skills--and we do have them, believe it or not--and I was the geek that geeks didn't like, since I was a feral geek who developed independently in the high school library reading encyclopedias* from 1976 because I'd finished the fantasy section before my freshman year of high school ended.

[* Encyclopedia Brittanica. Accept no substitutes.]

You city geeks had it easy, baby; the nearest used bookstore was one almost-large room and I was buying third rate sci fi where the high point was finding Mercedes Lackey*--say it with me, that was the high point--and Anne McCaffrey* and God help me that shitty Thomas Covenant series that I read in desperation because it's not like there was a lot of choice there. But also Sydney Van Scyoc was awesome with the first time I ever saw a sci-fi matriarchal culture that treated it with such utter, utter normality that I barely noticed I was being taught my first lessons in feminism. Also, no one was raped. New books were the nearest large city--forty miles away--or Wal-Mart--Wal-Mart--and we were so rural we couldn't even get cable, so I never had a meaningful relationship with Fraggle Rock and dear God am I bitter about that.

[I am not saying they're bad; I'm saying, think about a world where my sci-fi pinnacle was Anne McCaffrey.]

Yes, yes, the icky mainstream are all making your geek all less than special; those of us who, let me say this again, were reduced to rapey incesty Thomas of white gold ringness and the Gor novels unironically shelved beside the sci-fi aisle saw the dawn of Amazon.com, hulu, and bittorrent like the second goddamn coming, okay? I waited half my life to fall madly, desperately in love with a million things and Geek!Seperis of the dark days before the internet and access to Amazon would like to say, are you kidding me?

[I won't even go into women in geek culture, because being a feral geek, my early interactions with geek (male) culture were so off that I didn't get the joy and delight of trading sexual harassment for interaction and second class acceptance. My regret, it's legion, really.]

The days when geek culture belonged to the urban middle class male is over; we all own it now. Don't look like that; we're not saying you have to leave. See, we like to share. That's kind of the entire point.
Picked up from my flist and also rage_free:

Woman Gets Jail Time in School Residency Case

Short version: she established residency for her kids with her father so they could go to a better school. She's doing jail time, has huge fines, and she's currently a teaching assistant actively working toward a teaching license and a felony strips her of both.

[Note: it has been reported the judge is writing a letter on the woman's behalf to recommend she keep her license and still be able to get her teacher's license. Not that a moment of not-quite-as horrible is an improvement, but at least there's a chance she won't lose her future employment opportunities while carrying around a fucking felony conviction.]

So this is where the defense goes, "I know it's wrong, but..." but seriously, even starting with that I'm already tuning this shit out. She did absolutely nothing wrong; those policies are evil.

Public school funding is based on and adheres to some of the least subtle and most defended racism and classism based economic policies that pretend they're about education and are actually about assuring that Black, Hispanic, and lower class children, of which many are those horrific single mothers who are destroying America, get an unequal education that makes it difficult to impossible to get out of poverty; I mean, that's the entire point of its existence. When people talk about how it just needs reform but aren't based on outright racism and classism, really? Really? Like what, Jim Crow laws just needed fine-tuning but weren't exclusionary by the very nature of their existence?

The system isn't broken; this is exactly how it's supposed to function, okay? It's doing a wonderful job. There is no bootstrap shit; kids shouldn't have to fucking bootstrap, period.
I've started this three times and keep erasing it trying to figure out how to put this. Every time I start, I kind of descend into really dry psychobabble I learned during intense study after my very first Psych class, when I found out there was a word--there was a concept--that covered what I'd been doing when I was nineteen. I was shocked and horrified and went along with vague class discussion, freaked out that everyone else knew about this--knew about this--and half of them were making fun of it. So I read. I read and read and read and I still don't know more than I started, just like I didn't know then that there wasn't something seriously wrong with me that I couldn't talk about to anyone, ever, not my best friend, not my boyfriend, not the people who were around me when it happened, not anyone after.

The first person I ever told about it was [personal profile] svmadelyn. The second was [personal profile] chopchica. Then I could talk about it. Sort of.

this is definitely triggering for self-harm )

I feel better. Ranting, I admit, isn't as good, but there's a lot less clean up.

Also, person who might not want to be named in my DW/LJ but had surgery for gall bladder, update me! I can't find the comment or the email, because I haven't read most of it. I should get caught up on that.
So right, it's been a couple of weeks since homophobic school administrators in Mississippi were dicks to a lesbian student, and I think they were feeling like, you know, worried people might not remember that there are people that live in that state that are assholes? But how, they asked themselves, mystified, can we top those bastions of homophobic light that fucked up the senior prom for Constance McMillen? That's a level of pettiness that can't easily be reached, but by God and every badly misinterpreted Bible quote, they will find a way, and it will be mindbogglingly stupid.

There's the senior yearbook! It's like, genius. Or something.

School Cuts Gay Student From Yearbook. Contact information can be found here.

Okay, just...no, I'm not even going to try on this one.

Dear assholes,

You'll never regret this. You will never see what you did was petty, stupid, and wrong on levels usually reserved for third grade girls and being excluded from a slumberparty. So, stick to those principles! Be loud about it and proudly refuse to back down an inch. You know, in court.

Have fun with that.

Seperis

so they tell me this is how it happens )

So yeah. I'd like the luxury of preaching patience; it's so easy when you don't have anything to lose.
So everyone knows already about Constance McMillen and the fake prom and in case you didn't know, the hijacking of facebook page set up to mock her with truly bizarre and hilarious (and sometimes depressing) results. Also, there's a list of the students and parents that attended the "totally not a prom" prom, who have been really helpful in like, announcing themselves on facebook. With pictures.

Give me a second.

Okay.

I have to say, with due respect for Constance and what she's dealing with, this is like, the most immensely comforting shitty behavior ever. These are the people that want to/support restricting the rights of non-straight, non-gender-comformative students and they are this startlingly stupid.

You have a secret prom wait, party, no, prom and your genius selves post pictures under your real name and profile with the words 'prom' visible. Do you not know what a secret is? Or know not to call it the prom? Really?

Okay, let's say all along they planned this to be an open secret to be revealed with great drama and hilarity. At what point in this clever plan that you would ~magically~ reveal did you think this would go well for you? On Facebook? On the internet? Accessible by millions and millions of people with a lot of time on their hands, a broadband connection, a general sense of right and wrong, and the ability to type semi-coherent sentences? Work with me here; if the final goal was a lifetime of documented infamy, let me applaud your success. You created your own casualties to win a contest you should have fought to the ground to lose.

Now, the other part.

just in case this part wasn't entirely clear )
Dear Universe,

Dystopias are not meant to reflect the actual future.

Fiction: 1984. Not Fiction: School Administrators, Webcams, and Students at Home: Do I Need to Draw a Picture of How FUBAR This Is?

Fiction: The Handmaid's Tale. Not Fiction: Miscarriages Are Always a Criminal Offense By Women: Come on, Convince Me to Join the Republican Party Now, I Fucking Dare You

Not Fiction: Coward Who Kills People With Plane Heroic: So It's Okay to be a White Terrorist, Really? That's the Lesson? - also, note from an Austinite. Fuck yourself, apologists.

Not Fiction: Anti-Semitism Alive and Well in Fandom: Summarizing This Will Require Projective Vomiting, Read at Your Own Risk

Dystopias are not meant to reflect the present, either. Just a note in case this can still be fixed. Thanks.

Love,
Seperis
Pentagon begins tackling "don't ask, don't tell"

From comments:
I wonder why there is no mention of a heterosexuals right to privacy in this discussion. You parents and you young people who are considering the military might want to consider that the military, the president and the liberals in congress have no regard for your right to privacy.

In the military it is not uncommon for many persons to be in a communal shower at the same time. It is not uncommon for service members to undress and dress in barracks in front of many people.

I don’t have a daughter, but if I did I would not want her to undress in front of men who have a sexual interest in her. I feel the same way about my son. Write your senators and your state rep about this issue and protect our soldier’s, marine’s, airmen’s and sailor’s right privacy and not to be leered at.

Gay’s in the military is not a good idea. Unless you taxpayers are willing to spend the money to build separate barracks, bathrooms, showers, etc.


Notes:

I'm going to simplify this. I think we're running into a disconnect between Repressed Fantasies 101 and The Real World or Theory versus Practice.

Dear People,

Please stop referring to Everything I Know About Them Homosekshuals I Learned From Porn I Saw on the Internet as a medium of real life experience. I am not denying there might be or could be sexual shenanigans in communal showers somewhere in the world, because the world is large and well, there are sexual shenanigans everywhere. But let's put this on the table; communal showers aren't practically sexy. Just bear with me--you've been calithenicing, running, jumping, sweating, shooting things, and trying not to wonder why you thought this was a good life plan for eighteen hours, which culminates in a tile room that smells like disinfectant, socks, and a mix of many kinds of sweat and probably mildew, and likely dead rats. I'm going to say, and I say this as someone with a healthy libido, should I be in a shower with twenty hot guys, which in theory is OMG YES, in practice, I'll shiv their asses for soap, okay? Fuck sex, I want that sand out of my underwear and then I want dinner and sleep and contemplate how I got to this point in my life. It's the military. They're a little busy with trying not to die in physical training or you know, shooting things.

There is a reason human beings, as a rule, do not go on dates still wet wearing towels and in general, we don't say "Hey, I like you. Wanna get some coffee and a communal shower?". Only in porn is anyone attractive while desperately scrubbing off mud and trying to balance on one foot to get those hard to reach places. And frankly, having seen some of that porn? Not so much, no.

Jesus.

So. Just to reiterate--not that it couldn't happen, but honestly, you're also not that hot. Especially covered in day old sweat and dirt. Thank you. Stop watching bad porn. Hell, stop watching porn. Obviously it's fucking with your fantasy to reality filter.

Short version: they're really going to repeal it? Wow. So something just might actually go right. I'm not sure how to handle news that is not life-endingly bad. This feels like--maybe hope? Don't quote me on that.
Child loves his toys. He breaks his toys. That's why when I get him things that make my credit card sad, the first thing I do is set them up and figure out how to use them myself before his little fingers go near them. Because it sucks when they break, but it's so much worse when I lose my temper and get angry at him for breaking something, and he's barely twelve. So I learned to stop doing that. Unfortunately, being philosophical about the hand eye coordination, attention span, and development curve of a child is like, hard or something for people who are related to him.

vent )

And in other news, Dr. Who! We have it slated for this afternoon viewing. Potentially with some sort of chip-related snack food and dip. Delicious.
Okay, so, day three of Adam Lambert is awesome, which--okay, the thing is, I have been reading AIRPS since like last year because well, that's what [livejournal.com profile] astolat was writing and seriously, and what was I supposed to do, exert myself for entertainment? This is why I have an flist! To bring the entertainment to me!

Speaking of, quick rec from American Idol 7 RPS, and I say this with complete honesty, if you like to read, that's really all you need to read this one.

Real Forever If by [livejournal.com profile] astolat, David Cook/David Archuleta. Okay, I want to give a concise explanation of why I love this, but it comes down to, I really, really liked the blend of reality with a single radical difference that's handled in stride, and this single radical difference is not only cool as shit, it's unbelievably hot and involves pseudo-collars. Just, and I do not say this lightly, read it, if for no other reason than to watch the seamless handling of worldbuilding through show, not tell. And because it is hot like burning.

Right, Adam.

i went shopping on Black Friday; of course I'm going to ramble and make no sense )

Speaking of, Easy YouTube Video Downloader 1.8 is pretty much perfect for all your download needs. 2.0, however, had 720p and 1020p HD and the HD is, to my eye, fantastic. I think the audio may not be as great, but I couldn't tell last night since I didn't have my headphones and laptop speakers aren't ideal. It won't, however, put the extension on when you download to HD, and that was a fun and frantic ten minutes tracking down the correct extension for importing to premiere (avc, btw), though it will play in avi just fine. It also does FLV, 3GP, MP3, and MP4, all of which I think are identical in quality to the original--at least, I didn't notice a glaring difference and my computer screen is HD. Again, I can't verify how the sound is--laptop speakers--but I have no real complaints so far. The interface will appear on the youtube video page beneath the URL link and imbed links, and you can pick which you want. HD downloads a lot slower, but MP4 can be done in under three minutes.

Seriously, if someone know about this and didn't tell me? I am going to be so put out.
Roman Polanski.

Warning for rape and child abuse.

Warning for triggery subject matter in comments.

I am feeling that there is a breakdown in communication here )
This is an unreasonable rant. You are warned. Also, I love all acafen and especially the ones on my flist and I would let you study me if you asked whenever you want, mmkay? I am just saying, this is a rant and I am not reasonable right now.

Reference: That Entire Fannish Survey Thing - Links. Oh God, so many links.

So for the last twenty-four hours, I've been slowly but surely building up to a towering rage at the entire SurveyFail in new and strange ways. I am seriously sitting here with the unflattering realization that fandom--well, me in fandom--is a freaking regency romance heroine in need of rescue like, a lot.

i am really tired of being a regency cliche )

This entire rant is courtesy of Britney Spears Circus. How freakishly appropriate.

ETA: Comment here might clarify why this has apparently become for me some kind of--thing. IDK.
Right. Small rant.

torchwood, major plot points, and apparently, mood spoilers, which I never thought I'd ever have an opinion on )

You can ignore this. This is possibly why I made sure I got the Harry Potter books the day they were released.
Update to the Rob, Arnie, and Dawn transphobic comments:

Update on the Rob, Arnie & Dawn Show! at Unfunny Business with more sponsor removals.

I'm steading [livejournal.com profile] telesilla's list of known sponsor pullouts from here, where she's also posted about the subject (thanks for the list!):

# Chipotle
# Snapple*
# Sonic
# Bank of America
# Verizon
# Carl’s Jr (CKE Restaurants)
# Wells Fargo
# Nissan North America
# AT&T
# McDonald’s

* Snapple also includes Dr. Pepper I understand? Correct me if I'm wrong; I've seen it written as Snappe and Snapple/Dr Pepper and Dr Pepper/Snapple

ETA: A complete list of Snapple/Dr. Pepper products can be found in comments here, contributed by [livejournal.com profile] pacalissanctum.

So last night my family bought Sonic for all of us and I have several cases of Dr. Pepper, which hell, drop in the bucket, yes, but they're my drops to give. So far, everyone's drops are doing a pretty good job of creating an ocean.

My son's twelve. I have a goal that by the time he is twenty, if he hears this kind of filth in casual conversation, he and all his friends will react with the same horror that someone saying "I am a serial killer and eat kidneys" would engender. I set the milestones of society by my son's life. I think all of us with kids, or have a relationship with a kid, look at our kids sometimes and think, "Yeah, no. We have to get this shit gone already. This isn't working."

There's so much as an adult that becomes invisible, or so used to hearing that we barely notice. I barely notice sometimes but as more background that I have to tune out. My kid, my nieces that will one day have to live around these people, my baby nephew--I don't want this for them, I don't want them to have to tune this out.

It's not that I think we can really get rid of all the problems with society with the power of our displeasure with it, but fuck it, it's not like I don't have some free time and a sense of horrified nausea, so why not?
Update to my post about that Sacramento radio show that encouraged beating of transgender children:

Bank of America is fourth advertiser to pull out, a list that includes Chipotle, Dr. Pepper, and Sonic.

Found on Unfunny Business at Journalfen - everything you need to know to keep up and make contact and be a drop of water in the bucket. An awesome bucket of social justice and non-stupidity.

Adding: so I googled the news on this one, in that way I hope for chocolate falling from the sky, I really wanted to see them fired.

Well, I didn't find that. From 98Rocked:
"You guys imply that all you have to do is...whack my non-existant child with a shoe if he goes clopping around the house in high heels," commented a listener who identified herself as a male-to-female transgender who previously had served in the US armed forces for 22 years. "Don't you think that all the abuse that I took in school would have changed that basic nature in me?"

"Thank you for your service, but let me just say this right now," quipped an angered States. "You fought (in the armed forces) for nothing! With the opinions that you have right there, you fought for absolutely nothing!"


I'm so glad Arnie States clarified that for us. Also, he just baited a 22 year military veteran.

....yeah. Good luck with that.
Update to my post about that Sacramento radio show that encouraged beating of transgender children:

Bank of America is fourth advertiser to pull out, a list that includes Chipotle, Dr. Pepper, and Sonic.

Found on Unfunny Business at Journalfen - everything you need to know to keep up and make contact and be a drop of water in the bucket. An awesome bucket of social justice and non-stupidity.

Adding: so I googled the news on this one, in that way I hope for chocolate falling from the sky, I really wanted to see them fired.

Well, I didn't find that. From 98Rocked:
"You guys imply that all you have to do is...whack my non-existant child with a shoe if he goes clopping around the house in high heels," commented a listener who identified herself as a male-to-female transgender who previously had served in the US armed forces for 22 years. "Don't you think that all the abuse that I took in school would have changed that basic nature in me?"

"Thank you for your service, but let me just say this right now," quipped an angered States. "You fought (in the armed forces) for nothing! With the opinions that you have right there, you fought for absolutely nothing!"


I'm so glad Arnie States clarified that for us. Also, he just baited a 22 year military veteran.

....yeah. Good luck with that.
For those who haven't seen this yet and have a problem with low blood pressure, so skyrocketing it would be a good idea:

GLAAD calls for apology from "Rob, Arnie & Dawn Show" for encouraging the beating of transgender or questioning children

venting )
For those who haven't seen this yet and have a problem with low blood pressure, so skyrocketing it would be a good idea:

GLAAD calls for apology from "Rob, Arnie & Dawn Show" for encouraging the beating of transgender or questioning children

venting )
Hold on, keywording: Amazon Fail, Amazonfail, AmazonFail. Amazon Rank.

Okay, be frank with me. This was actually Fail Week and you all forgot to email? Because seriously, I was just talking myself down from Observe and Report that explores the beauty of vomit and date rape, and really. Really. Come on. This is a joke. In my imagination, anyway.

Really, Amazon? You want to go there?

I'm going to try to link in order, for those of you who didn't see it explode across your flist just as you were waking from your Easter nap and still blinking away ham-related lethargy.

Amazon Follies by [livejournal.com profile] markprobst, who noticed the sales rankings on amazon disappearing from two gay romance novels.

I'm going to paraphrase: amazon, in a fit of some kind of virtual heterosexual panic, has delisted GLBT authors--specifically, stripping them of their sales rank on amazon and making (so far, only some of) them unsearchable from the main page of amazon.com due to adult content. The books are still there. But not as easy to find, and no longer considered a part of the rankings system that include such worthy pieces of great literature as Playboy: The Complete Centerfolds, which I understand is a valuable part of current literary thought and safe for ages zero through eighty, which is great, because I've been really wondering what to get my nephew for his first birthday.

A list of books that are being stripped of their sales rank is growing here. I sampled five of five from this list and they were not searchable from the main page*. This is a game we all can play! Go find your favorite GLBT novel and hit search.

[* Oddly, however, sometimes the kindle version would still show up from a front page search. I have no fucking clue what the hell is up with that.]

Denver Internet Examiner has an article on this as well.

And thank you Denver, also a layman explanation of sales rank for the n00b. While in theory I know what it is, I don't think I've ever checked it when I book buy. From Denver Internet Examiner:
Overall, the sales rank delisting may seem like a minor issue, but it can have a very serious impact for publishers and authors of lesser known works which depend on the sales ranking to get noticed and help spread the word. Amazon pulls unranked books from search results.


[By the way, if you are like me and have no idea where sales ranking is on the page, it shows up under Product Details, appearing right below Average Customer Review. And it's not just overall sales rank, but also broken into categories as well. Yes, I searched up a non-banned book to see what this looked like.]

Finally, Smart Bitches, Trashy Books has more this and the google bomb.

Corrections or additions welcomed fervently.

ETA: Okay, ffs, Virginia Henley's monstrosity The Dragon and the Jewel isn't considered adult? Are you fucking with me, amazon? A page to describe the sheathe he wears his mighty penis in and how he could split people apart with the width of it and it's not adult?

However, so far, Mercedes Lackey's Magic trilogy remains ranked and searchable.

ETA 2: Hi, consider this a running ETA of fail from the awesome people who are tracking this down.

Googlebomb
Amazon Rank via Smart Bitches, Trashy Books.


People

[livejournal.com profile] cleolinda: #amazonfail - great round-up and links

[livejournal.com profile] tehdely: On Amazon Failure, Meta-Trolls, and Bantown - gives a possible explanation for the Amazonfail book banning.


Places

CNet: Amazon criticized for de-ranking 'adult' books

DailyKos: Amazon's New Morality - For Your Protection

Dear Author: Amazon Censors Its Rankings Search Results to Protect Us Against GLBT Books with further explanations of what amazon is up to. (thanks to [livejournal.com profile] beanie_j for the link)

Feministe: Amazon Fail

Jezebel: Why Is Amazon Removing The Sales Rankings From Gay, Lesbian Books?

LA Blog: Amazon Deranks Gay Friendly Books and Twitterverse Notices (thanks to [livejournal.com profile] beanie_j for the link)

MetaFilter: AmazonFAIL

Net.Effect: #Amazonfail and the politics of anti-corporate cyberactivism

Publisher's Weekly: Publisher's Weekly on a "glitch". (thanks to [livejournal.com profile] amireal for the link) [via [livejournal.com profile] apetslife - this also has gone down. [livejournal.com profile] cleolinda has a screencap of PW's article here.]


Amazon Searches

[livejournal.com profile] kita0610 points to [livejournal.com profile] jonquil who has screencapped what now comes up when you search for homosexuality from a top level amazon search here in screencap. To expereince it live yourself, just click here.

[livejournal.com profile] azdaja_dafema has a screencap here for Amazon UK in relation to keyword: homosexuality in a top level search.


[livejournal.com profile] history_gurl has a screencap for Amazon Canada that does not fail! You may safely search for homosexuality and not want to spoon out your eyes.

Delicious Tagging and Twitter

Mark it: Amazonfail tag on delicious. Learn it, love it, use it, make it a very high number. Any others to add here?

[livejournal.com profile] trobadora links the Twitter Stream with the best. Name. Ever.


Community Involvement

Unfunny Business reacts here.

SF Drama really reacts here.


Macros!
icanhazcheezburger: - Macro has been achieved. (thanks to [livejournal.com profile] azdaja_dafema for the link.)


News

Search of googlenews - let me just blink thoughtfully, including this from the AP here.
You know, I thought I talked myself down off this one, because frankly, Twilight is not great literature and mounting a defense takes up valuable time reading non-con amtdi porn.

But you know, I just feel that inspired, plus I ran out of Dean/Castiel reading and my son still has Twilight in his locker. Go figure.

I have to know something; did I miss the memo that I'm supposed to be ashamed of being twelve? My apologies; see, when I was twelve? I never really considered to form my actions to meet an arbitrary standard that would come into existence twenty years later on my reading habits, because that? Would have totally pulled the Gor novels right out of my hot little hands.

As in, please to be putting down your AMTDI non-con for a second while ranting on how Twilight is ruining young girls. I will totally be there when fandom as a whole stops finding aliens made them do it rape as a fun and lighthearted fanfic pasttime. I mean, I will be there, but I'll still be writing it. Hell, throw in eroticized slave-fic with idealized sexual slavery and falling in love with your enslaver controlling boyfriend who stalks you...wait.

Writer responsibility comes up a lot with this, which I suppose is fair when one is writing cross-alien-species sexual hijinks and one is struggling to portray those sensitivity, or the reality of slave trafficking in the modern world, or hell, magical healing cock after rape and lets toss in mpreg for kicks, because there's a genre that's incredibly sensitive and socially conscious. I have zero interest in writer responsibility, to be honest, except for one key points--did they tell a story? That's it; that's where it starts and stops, with some codicils of audience. Twilight was readable to a huge group of people.

Maybe the mystery is the plotline? Because I agree; I cannot imagine why anyone would enjoy a fantasy novel about two people obsessively in love with each other and would do anything to be together.

You may pile your under the bed romance novels over to the left, please; lets do this right. Let's blackball the entire romance novel industry already. I want petitions against VC Andrews, Johanna Lindsay, Judith McNaught, Catherine Coulter, Virginia Henley (Okay, I could stand to lose her), and anything set in Viking England with a wee Saxon lass.

Seriously. I get hating them for being bad, as beauty is in the eye of the beholder; shaming young girls for something they've found to love is edging right into the reason I'm trying to stop myself from ever using the term "Like a twelve year old girl" again in any slash fic I write. Which will probably be something I'll have to pick up on beta because comparisons to teenage girls as insults to men is surprisingly common.

Please lay off the girls. And remind me again how Seeds of Yesterday ended. For the life of me, I couldn't find it with my other VC Andrews work.
When my son was a little under a year old, me and my mom forgot him in the car for five entire seconds, or to translate this into motion, three steps from the car and the length of time it took to recognize that we could hear the sounds of nature around us and not the glorious descant of his unhappiness.

For those who know me, I considered leaving him there because of the effort required to retrieve him, but as he survived with only a few nightmares about being abandoned to die in a van, I'm pretty sure he's gotten over it, and what time does not cure, I daresay a therapist can fix. This brings me to the question that hits me every summer when children are left in cars and die. As this is not even uncommon, which in a variety of ways freaks me out and I can't talk about in any sensible fashion.

This is why I am thinking about this.

Raise your hand if you did not see that verdict coming.

short rant; I need to get this out of my system )

I feel--well, I don't feel better. But I have more coffee.
Thursday, May 29th, 2008 11:01 am

this is not a test case

I think election week has had a detrimental effect on my temper. Yesterday I made myself delete a post on my level of exhaustion with the slasher == misogynist crap that magically pops up every so often with random uncited "But someone somewhere once said something about girlparts that could be construed as she thought they were icky!" and wow, five pages later, I put that away before something snapped.

However, this is the internet and while I totally thought I was topped out? It turns out I wasn't.

[livejournal.com profile] cereta posts here about the events that occurred during and after Wiscon this year. For a pretty thorough explanation, Angry Black Woman posts here about what happened. Short version:

A woman named Rachel Moss put a post on Something Awful mocking attendees not because of their politics or their feminism or their willingness to come to Wisconsin, but because they were too fat, too white, too male, or too black for her taste.

Not just a post. Pictures (faces blocked, badges not so much) of attendees.

Fannish community standards were created as a protective measure to fen from harassment that, as this has pretty much proven, still exists. We created it because we're fen, because our first reaction to being hit is to hit back as hard as we possibly can, because that shit hurts and no one wants to be around for a second punch. If we get rid of them first, they can't get us again.

(Or we vanish. For good.)

It was created to protect us, as much from each other as others. It gives everyone a quick, easy answer to the question. To protect our community. To make as safe as possible the spaces we created for ourselves.

It was not, and never has been, a way to protect the harassers. This isn't a fine line situation. This isn't even a grey spot of sliding scale. This was not the internet alone. This was real life, in the flesh, in a physical location, documented stalking of attendees and their children for the purposes of abusing them. Community standards are not a way to fuck each other over in RL and expect and require people to never talk about it.

This had nothing to do with fandom. RL harassment is not a protected fannish activity. Community standards do not apply.

...the posts I linked to say this a lot better. Go there.

ETA: Or go here, where [livejournal.com profile] coffeeandink gives an excellent, thorough, and well-measured response to the Unfunny Business post that I'm still--boggling over.
Wednesday, April 23rd, 2008 02:04 pm

this day doesn't rhyme

To do a final roundup of the Boob Idiocy, because as of now, I will use the words open source in relation to this over my dead body (and breasts), Unfunny Business at Journalfen has a really good roundup of a variety of the links.

Separately, Scalzi's blog has an interesting commentary (a year ago, I didn't even recognize his name; now I can pick his name out of a line-up and quote lines from his blog. I find this funny on a variety of levels) here.

because irritation contributes to dry skin )

ETA: Also adding The Right of Making Available by [livejournal.com profile] rivkat, which hands down is one of my favorite responses yet.
There is no part of me that did not flinch.

The Open-Source Boob Project, and even writing that, I feel like I've given up something.

Okay, here's the thing. Short skirt, pantyhose, tight pants, tight shirt, no bra, no underwear, high heels, lipstick, eyeliner, perfect teeth, perfect breasts, smile already, you look sad, straighten your back, chin up, posture, nice ass, that's my life, kids, that's our lives, that's what we see and what we hear and what we're asked to be--I was born wearing green and will wear it until the day I die.

Now you want to legitimize it? I want to take that color off.

Thanks a bunch. Really. What we actually needed here was agency on top. You don't get to ask this. You are not entitled to it. You have no fundamental right to the question. Why, in the name of God, is this. So. Hard?

For people who are actually articulate and not on the point of tears of Jesus fuck, why are you not getting this:

This by [livejournal.com profile] springheel_jack, this by [livejournal.com profile] kate_nepveu, this by [livejournal.com profile] the_red_shoes, and this by [livejournal.com profile] brown_betty.

I keep going back and thinking it cannot, cannot actually be what it reads as, and every time, it really, really is.
Dear Speedie,

Thought.

I have no idea what the usual speed limit in a parking lot should be. Especially one that measures--not too big. Pretty small, really. Maybe it is sixty miles an hour and I was totally in the wrong when I stepped off the sidewalk to cross the parking lot while you whipped by me close enough that perhaps, I did indeed see my life flashing before my eyes.

It was, in fact, multidimensional arrays. But whatever.

Now, here's the thing, Speedie.

Maybe it's legal, I don't know. And in running me over, you were in the right! I doubt it, but hey, crazy world. Let me explain what would have happened, even so....

1 - police report, requiring you to explain in detail how fast you were going, if you saw me, and miscellaneous detail. If I was generous, i'd say an hour. But with a death? I'm thinking you'll be talking until your voice gives out.

You're right! But they do not care. They are looking at my roadkill-like body and chewing gum thoughtfully. Yeah. This will take a while. Say hi to the DA for me. Just in case.

2 - my relatives. You don't know them, but my sisters are nuts and Child has the creepy potential to turn into Inigo Montoya with a laser "You killed my mother, prepare to die." It's not that I encourage it, it's just how it is. Now, granted, my sisters are a toss-up; this could go to the WHEE INSURANCE place, but one can plead post-partum depression and the other can plead some kind of during pregnancy depression and both can do basic math. If you are worth more than my insurance, the words 'wrongful death suit' are in your future. And they will cart in everyone that ever was in the same room with me to cry at my tragic death and wasted potential. Tiny infant nieces and nephews will be held up and poked to bring tears. Child will cry artistically for the cameras. While plotting your demise. Again, think of Inigo Montoya. I cannot emphasize too much that Child has the potential to build his own island and start experimenting on things I'm pretty sure only show up in comic books.

You're right! But they do not care. You get that, right? They. Do. Not. Care.

3 - guilt. I will haunt your ass until they drag me out of this dimension. Whether you feel bad about it or not, you will deeply rue my untimely demise well before I'm done. I will have eternity and a grudge and it's like you never saw a movie or something. Seriously. Go watch one.

You're right! But I do not care. Prepare to freaking suffer.

So think about this. You saved an entire one and a half seconds in real time with that speed. One and a half seconds. Maybe two. Maybe. Is it really worth it against the potential of what will assuredly be a lifetime of utter misery? With Child Montoya?

This has been a message from a coworker who didn't die, no thanks to you. Please consider driving below NASCAR in our tiny parking lot? Thanks.

--Seperis
Hi and Welcome

So. Multidimensional arrays. Well.

See, I thought hell was classes. No. Hell was functions? No. Is hell, in fact, a two dimensional array? Actually, no.

Hell is a book that acts like they are just two arrays brought together magically.

Starting on Friday, through midnight Sunday, I suffered under the delusion that all I had to do was create two arrays, then bring them together with magic. Like this.

table[array1][array2]

Voila! Your work here is done. Or so the book says.

And I'm sure in some universe--the example in the book, say--that works. You might be surprised to know I cried, considered drowning myself, and opened up The Erdős–Faber–Lovász conjecture to stare at (speaking of, I'm still not sure why two people can't just belong to one committee period, because that would short circuit that entire issue right off the bat). And let me tell you, when working on unsolved graphing problems you don't even understand is preferable to spending any amount of time looking at your two dimensional array? You have reached hell.

(Seriously. Why can't two people work only one committee? I'm also weirded out by the fact the entire thing really looks neat if it's k chairs, k people and k+1 committees. I don't even know what that means but the graph has four colors and is deeply, deeply awesome and also congruent, which satisfies the small part of me that likes everything to be balanced. I ended up trying to do it three dimensionally but again, no toothpicks. I also gave the people names. Perhaps off my flist. It was more fun that way).

But you know what's so much easier than both of these? Treat the fucker like an address.

table[rows][columns]

I keep going back to read the book and they just do not even imply that. They don't! They initialize it, or enter data from it, but nowhere does it say, "Oh, by the way. Please don't take this literally. This is an address." An address. A pointer, though not officially, if you will. You don't have to create an array to take your data before hand! No, this one can do it all on its own!

One. Line. Would. Have. Saved. My. Sanity.

The only comfort I have atm is that the average grade on this is very low so far. Still have searching the char array to do (Pretty sure this isn't going well; my first attempt last night ended up with strange results that might be, oh, crazy) and organizing the data. Yeah.

I always wondered about people who said they could pass a class easily and never learn anything. It scares me that it's very possible without a lab practical, which makes me wonder why on earth there isn't one for this.

I wish there were other news, but really. Really close to writing a sternly worded letter to the book person to use examples that are, say, clearer. Using the Angry Snail Icon of Anger.
So there's a livejournal content strike approaching.

I'm not participating--if I do, it'll be literally because I fell asleep or died or something--but the mass mocking of the concept got my back up.

There's this thing--crazy, I know. You can save whales, work on world peace, and care about livejournal! Really. You can. It's one of the many uses of higher brain function. It's like keeping several tabbed webpages open all at the same time! Yes, we live in a world where you can, in fact, walk and chew gum. And even listen to your ipod.

I mean--okay, on one hand, yes, I'm not entirely sure it will help. But dear God, it won't actually injure you in any way for people you do not know and do not care about, have never seen, and possibly will never interact with, to, you know, do something you don't do, don't want to do, and will not affect your livejournal life.

I think this comes back to that entire unnamed law of comparison. It is not and probably will never be a choice we have been worrying about entropy and worrying about the fate of livejournal and worrying if that beef from Happy Sam's China Kitchen was supposed to taste like that. Seriously. I mean, personally, I can worry about it all and then worry about the state of my skin (oddly dry, in case you are curious).

This doesn't refer to my flist, since I don't think anyone I've seen has posted about it yet. Or actually, anyone I know. Just a general rant of gah. It's okay if people do things you think are silly and meaningless! Crazy, crazy world.

(Is this emotional enough to be a rant? Maybe insert profanity? Damn! That work?)

okay, so took down the link )
Saturday, November 17th, 2007 02:42 am

Megan Meier

Probably most people have already seen this story in the comms, but I read it three days ago and still get violently nauseated every time I remember it, so.

Original Link

A Real Person, a Real Death

From the article:

Megan went to her room and Ron went downstairs to the kitchen, where he and Tina talked about what had happened, the MySpace account, and made dinner.

Twenty minutes later, Tina suddenly froze in mid-sentence.

"I had this God-awful feeling and I ran up into her room and she had hung herself in the closet."

Megan Taylor Meier died the next day, three weeks before her 14th birthday.

Later that day, Ron opened his daughter's MySpace account and viewed what he believes to be the final message Megan saw - one the FBI would be unable to retrieve from the hard drive.

It was from Josh and, according to Ron's best recollection, it said, "Everybody in O'Fallon knows how you are. You are a bad person and everybody hates you. Have a shitty rest of your life. The world would be a better place without you."



Short version: thirteen year old girl and best friend break up. Thirteen year old girl meets boy on myspace. Thirteen year old girl and boy become friends. Thirteen year old girl and boy talk. Boy starts to send unpleasant messages. Boy becomes cruel. Thirteen year old girl with a history of known depression kills herself. Boy turns out to be an imaginary construct of the parents of the broken-up-with best friend.

Parents, adults that knew this girl and how to fuck with her.

Quoting from many someone's--what the hell is wrong with people?

More Links

1. Mom: Web Hoax Led Girl to Kill Herself

2. Net hoax turns deadly, turns town against neighbors

From the article:

Tina and Ron Meier, who have separated since Megan's death, said they hope there will be a prosecution. In the meantime, Tina Meier said, they will push for a new law "to get justice for Megan."

In the absence of legal action, frustration is building online.

"Make them accountable. Anonymity should be awarded to victims, not to people who torment the helpless," wrote one reader in a posting on the Suburban Journals Web site.

"This family that perpetrated this prank is just EVIL ... Please move," read another.

"To the parents who did this to Megan, you're monsters. You are not welcome in our community. Leave now," read another.



3. Story of Girls' Suicide Takes New Life Online

4. Blog Readers Out Anonymous Adults that Newspaper Refused to Identify

From the article:

It turns out that Evans was a pseudonym created by two adults -- one of whom knew the Meier family very well. The St. Charles Journal decided to protect the privacy of the two adults and declined to name them in the story. That didn't sit well with incensed readers, who tracked down what they say is the identity of one of the adults and posted it online. Now the paper is being criticized for giving the adults anonymity.


You know. The oldest way society has to deal with people we can't kill or throw in jail is shunning. Jesus, if there was ever a textbook case for it, this would be it.

incoherent rage below cut )

ETA: More links to further information on Megan Meier via google news.
Saturday, November 10th, 2007 11:05 pm

welfare - a rant

*mulls*

Every once in a while (and by that, I mean, on a fairly regular basis), I stumble across Yet Another Rant About Welfare by people who know so painfully little about it that I feel a vague ache in my chest that I've come to realize is actually the seeds of homicidal rage. The political blogs that do it I pretty much blow off--I know they're making shit up for political gain. They know they're making shit up for political gain. So whatever.

The other ones? I can still blow it off, but I am in a transitional computer place in my life.

It's just--it's so hard for people who haven't worked the cases or been the recipients to get how hideously complex it can be because it looks easy from the outside. It does, because federal law requires timelines on how long you have to approve/deny a case, so when everything is running smoothly, it does look like it's walk-in, walk-out, anyone can do it. I didn't work every kind of case imaginable when I was a caseworker, but I saw, caseread, or heard about pretty much all of them. It's hard, from both sides. Period.

And then there's the rants about those that don't deserve it etc.

let me share with you how deeply your ignorance is rooted; it's fun for me )
http://www.boomantribune.com/?op=displaystory;sid=2005/10/3/223530/406

Confirmed now in three separate articles. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] svmadelyn for finding all of these.

http://www.progressiveindependent.com/dc/dcboard.php?az=show_topic&forum=104&topic_id=2068
http://www.feministe.us/blog/archives/2005/10/04/holy-shit-indiana/
http://www.fortwayne.com/mld/journalgazette/news/12813691.htm


From the first article:

As it the draft of the new law reads now, an intended parent "who
knowingly or willingly participates in an artificial reproduction
procedure" without court approval, "commits unauthorized
reproduction
, a Class B misdemeanor." The criminal charges will be
the same for physicians who commit "unauthorized practice of
artificial reproduction."


You know.

About that paragraph? I mean, the whole article is an atrocity against pretty much every single thing I believe in. But.

Unauthorized reproduction.

Does anyone, besides me, who fucked and gave birth well outside the holy bonds of matrimony, just have to stop and read that one again? Just to *see* if you read it right the first time? Just to take it in a second, and mull all the ways that can be interpreted. All the ways that it can be *used*.

You know, I don't think this can be passed, even in Bush's America. But what worries me? Is that it's been *drafted*.

I wonder if single parents are next.
Can anyone tell me if this is real?

For some reason, I think I just heard fucking *feudalism* calling. It mentioned wanting to *control my uterus*.

Seriously, this *cannot* be real.

Hmmm.

Backed up by here.

Either someone debunk this or--God, what *is* the or?
Thursday, March 17th, 2005 09:35 pm

yeah. what the hell?

Okay, did at some point I fall asleep and fall into an alternate dimension where we are all A-Okay with breaking privacy in the name of nothing more important than curiosity?

Seriously here. I need to know this, because either I'm insane or there are people out there who think it is *just fine* to *go into someone else's email program*, *read the email*, then *post excerpts in public*.

I'm actually boggled that this is, apparently, a point of *pride*.

You know. I'm not okay with the posting of locked LJ posts. I'm not. But I see why that happens. I'm really not okay with posting of private emails *you* have recieved from other people, but damn, it happens, and in the case of a flame? I find it pretty much justified, so hey, I have grey spots. But seriously, this is the first time that someone has stated, pretty much, that another person left her email program open on a computer, so that was total justificiation for this person to *read her email*, email sent to another person, then *post it*. This isn't even like getting an email that was sent to you by accident. This is deliberate. And fuck the entire the age of the internet means no privacy I keep hearing. That's bullshit. You either know that's a wrong act, period, or seriously, there is something very wrong where we, not just as fandom but as *people*, are okay with this.

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