This is where to do it!
So it's Blog Like It's The End Of The World, a yearly event since 2007 where, on June 13, you update your blog statuses as though a zombie invasion is occurring. And every year, something invariably happens to screw it up. This year, it was me just remembering about it with 40 minutes to go in the day. (And not actually keeping up with a blog.)
I can already tell today is going to e a bad day of EPIC proportions. Rec me fics to make me feel better? Any sort of slash (or any genre, I don't care) from Star Trek, Doctor Who, or Joss Whedonverse would completely make my day. <3
Dear New Trek Fic Writers,
No, Spock/Uhura wasn't canon of any sort until this summer. Yes, Uhura had terrible characterization in the movie. Yes, Uhura from TOS is a million times more badass.
THESE FACTORS DO NOT GIVE YOU THE OKAY TO COMPLETELY IGNORE CANON PAIRINGS YOU DON'T LIKE.
It's called dealing with the source material, people. I love Spock/Bones/Kirk triangles as much as the next gal, but you have to deal with Uhura first. And Jesus Christ, could you stop with the Die For Our Shipness that's going on? Make new!Uhura more badass. Come up with reasons why Spock and Uhura would be compatible. Write their break up realistically. Or just have everyone be poly and pan.
No love at all,
-Ellen
No, Spock/Uhura wasn't canon of any sort until this summer. Yes, Uhura had terrible characterization in the movie. Yes, Uhura from TOS is a million times more badass.
THESE FACTORS DO NOT GIVE YOU THE OKAY TO COMPLETELY IGNORE CANON PAIRINGS YOU DON'T LIKE.
It's called dealing with the source material, people. I love Spock/Bones/Kirk triangles as much as the next gal, but you have to deal with Uhura first. And Jesus Christ, could you stop with the Die For Our Shipness that's going on? Make new!Uhura more badass. Come up with reasons why Spock and Uhura would be compatible. Write their break up realistically. Or just have everyone be poly and pan.
No love at all,
-Ellen
This is made all the more annoying given the fact I got in at 2:15 this morning and didn't get to sleep for at least an hour after that. I am exhausted. When I got in, there was a small plush bear from Verizon holding a remote sitting on my bed with a note in my grandmother's handwriting: Call me sometime. Note: I do not call her. I do not have her number in my phone.
Goggie: *sees me awake* Oh there you are, burning the midnight oil?
Me: Uh yeah..
Goggie: Did you see what I got you? *comes right on in and starts pawing through the various things on my bed, holding up the bear triumphantly*
Me: Yeah I saw-
Goggie: Well did you? Isn't he cute? See, I got him from the, the store, and do you see what he's holding? A little phone!
Me: ...*way too tired to correct to say that it is in fact a TV remote* Yeah. Yeah it's cute.
Goggie: And did you get my note?! *starts pawing through more stuff*
Me: Goggie. It's /okay/. I got your note.
Goggie: I just want you to call me more often! Or text! Vali's teaching me how to text!
Me: My phone doesn't get text. It never has. *We had established this the day prior.*
Goggie: *...looks /crushed/*
Me: ...but I can ask my mom-
Goggie: GREAT! *looks around the room* Are you really going to pack all this for school?
Me: ...not all of it.
Goggie: Good! *Turns to my dresser* Oh, looks like I didn't put the cap back on your lotion when I was using it.
Me: ................................*It's a Bath and Body Works lotion thing. There's no /reason/ to unscrew the top. Much less use it.*
Goggie: *FINALLY LEAVES*
Goggie: *sees me awake* Oh there you are, burning the midnight oil?
Me: Uh yeah..
Goggie: Did you see what I got you? *comes right on in and starts pawing through the various things on my bed, holding up the bear triumphantly*
Me: Yeah I saw-
Goggie: Well did you? Isn't he cute? See, I got him from the, the store, and do you see what he's holding? A little phone!
Me: ...*way too tired to correct to say that it is in fact a TV remote* Yeah. Yeah it's cute.
Goggie: And did you get my note?! *starts pawing through more stuff*
Me: Goggie. It's /okay/. I got your note.
Goggie: I just want you to call me more often! Or text! Vali's teaching me how to text!
Me: My phone doesn't get text. It never has. *We had established this the day prior.*
Goggie: *...looks /crushed/*
Me: ...but I can ask my mom-
Goggie: GREAT! *looks around the room* Are you really going to pack all this for school?
Me: ...not all of it.
Goggie: Good! *Turns to my dresser* Oh, looks like I didn't put the cap back on your lotion when I was using it.
Me: ................................*It's a Bath and Body Works lotion thing. There's no /reason/ to unscrew the top. Much less use it.*
Goggie: *FINALLY LEAVES*
(Oh my god she's back in my room.)
Grandma: *comes in my room, knocking down a shirt hanging up in the doorwar despite the fact it's far to the side and she would have had to aim for it to knock it down* Oh.. oh dear.
Mom: *disapproving noise*
Grandma: *repeats noise, turns it into some nasal humming*
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It's a hundred per cent wool and I found it and uh I think it's 100 percent wool or a lot of wool and the dress comes from Scotland. I cut it up and I covered it myself. You have to learn the corners.. There's a certain way.. the corners are rectangular. So they don't make a bunch. They they um.. then.. that's the story behind that. How about that. This is forty-seven. This is my education. *stares out into space*
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*stares at my dresser* This is my mothers'. This was from 1937. And he had the twin bed with the pineapple? John Michael had for awhile that broke? Now that can be repaired. So when you have an apartment, you can have that one. They're lovely and they're old. Their price is really...
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((HOW DO YOU MISPRONOUNCE "LOPEZ"?!))
It depends on your personalities if you, like oranges and reds and bright colors or... of course I should like... can you take a course just for fun? You should take one, just for fun. *wanders out*
Grandma: *comes in my room, knocking down a shirt hanging up in the doorwar despite the fact it's far to the side and she would have had to aim for it to knock it down* Oh.. oh dear.
Mom: *disapproving noise*
Grandma: *repeats noise, turns it into some nasal humming*
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It's a hundred per cent wool and I found it and uh I think it's 100 percent wool or a lot of wool and the dress comes from Scotland. I cut it up and I covered it myself. You have to learn the corners.. There's a certain way.. the corners are rectangular. So they don't make a bunch. They they um.. then.. that's the story behind that. How about that. This is forty-seven. This is my education. *stares out into space*
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*stares at my dresser* This is my mothers'. This was from 1937. And he had the twin bed with the pineapple? John Michael had for awhile that broke? Now that can be repaired. So when you have an apartment, you can have that one. They're lovely and they're old. Their price is really...
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((HOW DO YOU MISPRONOUNCE "LOPEZ"?!))
It depends on your personalities if you, like oranges and reds and bright colors or... of course I should like... can you take a course just for fun? You should take one, just for fun. *wanders out*
My crazy ass grandma is back.
Mom: You've never been on a metro?
Grandma: Never.
Mom: What about Montreal?
Grandma: Is the metro the thing where you get on, and they tell you to get off?
Grandma: You should go into computers, Ellen.
Me: Well I-
Grandma: You used to say 'I'm on the compooter! I'm on the compooter!'
Grandma: [trying to figure out internet on her phone] Well it's like, it's like it I want to, the obituaries! Or is it like for sending out a paper or something?
Mom: You've never been on a metro?
Grandma: Never.
Mom: What about Montreal?
Grandma: Is the metro the thing where you get on, and they tell you to get off?
Grandma: You should go into computers, Ellen.
Me: Well I-
Grandma: You used to say 'I'm on the compooter! I'm on the compooter!'
Grandma: [trying to figure out internet on her phone] Well it's like, it's like it I want to, the obituaries! Or is it like for sending out a paper or something?
So I got another crazy church person in line... this time passing out cards about how to save myself from eternal damnation.
I don't understand the mostly unfounded Satanic panic (most Satanists are quite nice if you take the time to understand what they're talking about) when there's a massive Christian death cult out there.
Not all Christianity, mind you, since I ain't got a problem with God or Jesus, and most of the loudmouths in their fanclub are just a little annoying. It's the ones utterly and completely obsessed with death, the Apocalypse, hellfire, brimstone, and eternal damnation that make me wonder how they claim to worship a loving, forgiving, fatherly figure.
Fact: In the Bible, Jesus came to fix all the shit that was wrong with his religion at the time. When he died, he negated all those old laws pertaining to a jealous, bitchy, PMSy god. I'm too lazy to look it up, but it had something to do with a veil in a Jewish temple (representing separation between God and people) being ripped apart at the moment of his death.
Fact: There is no possible way to be cut off from a god that is omnipresent.
Question: Why the hell would an omnipotent (ABLE TO DO EVERYTHING IN THE FUCKING WORLD) god, supposedly of love and forgiveness, create a hell, much less send his kids there?
Further Question: If your kid touches the stove when you tell him not to and he gets burned, would you kick him out of the house and make him grovel to even get a phone call from you?
Fact: The entire point behind the Holy Spirit is that there's a bit of divinity in everyone. Yes, God-the-Father is a transcendent critter. The Holy Spirit is what makes him immanent.
Fact: If your god claims to love everyone who cowers in unholy fear of him and his heavenly entourage and tells you to go forth and spread the fear... /get a new god/. There are thousands out there, I promise.
Fact: I may not like the Goddess, but she can whoop the jealous vengeful PMSy God's ass any day.
Like I said, I don't actually have a problem with Jesus or Christianity, and God and me got things squared away. I just don't understand people who think living in guilt and fear makes them stronger, at all.
I don't understand the mostly unfounded Satanic panic (most Satanists are quite nice if you take the time to understand what they're talking about) when there's a massive Christian death cult out there.
Not all Christianity, mind you, since I ain't got a problem with God or Jesus, and most of the loudmouths in their fanclub are just a little annoying. It's the ones utterly and completely obsessed with death, the Apocalypse, hellfire, brimstone, and eternal damnation that make me wonder how they claim to worship a loving, forgiving, fatherly figure.
Fact: In the Bible, Jesus came to fix all the shit that was wrong with his religion at the time. When he died, he negated all those old laws pertaining to a jealous, bitchy, PMSy god. I'm too lazy to look it up, but it had something to do with a veil in a Jewish temple (representing separation between God and people) being ripped apart at the moment of his death.
Fact: There is no possible way to be cut off from a god that is omnipresent.
Question: Why the hell would an omnipotent (ABLE TO DO EVERYTHING IN THE FUCKING WORLD) god, supposedly of love and forgiveness, create a hell, much less send his kids there?
Further Question: If your kid touches the stove when you tell him not to and he gets burned, would you kick him out of the house and make him grovel to even get a phone call from you?
Fact: The entire point behind the Holy Spirit is that there's a bit of divinity in everyone. Yes, God-the-Father is a transcendent critter. The Holy Spirit is what makes him immanent.
Fact: If your god claims to love everyone who cowers in unholy fear of him and his heavenly entourage and tells you to go forth and spread the fear... /get a new god/. There are thousands out there, I promise.
Fact: I may not like the Goddess, but she can whoop the jealous vengeful PMSy God's ass any day.
Like I said, I don't actually have a problem with Jesus or Christianity, and God and me got things squared away. I just don't understand people who think living in guilt and fear makes them stronger, at all.
In trying to get my computer's power cord from the floor, I ended up falling off my bed, into my wooden altar with various trinkets set upon it, now on the floor. /Ow/.
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