Random Ramblings CCXCVIII · 6:46am Aug 2nd, 2018
IN WHICH I DON'T CARE WHAT I WRITE
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The Blu-ray came out yesterday. I should be receiving it soon-ish. Meanwhile, thoughts...
So I've learned to not upload a new story at 3:30am on a Monday morning, as no one will read it.
Also, don't make fun -- even obliquely -- of Donald Trump and his family, for the power of MAGA is 'yuge here. Hey, at least I try to be creative when doing it, as one of his supporters admitted. Nonetheless, downvote fairies abound.
I've also learned to not give y'all anything that doesn't feature Sunset Shimmer. After all, that's apparently the only thing my followers read me for, yes?
It's ironic, I think, that readers have tuned out the Burritoverse at the same time as I add more depth to it. Perhaps that one harsh critic was right and I should have stopped it after the first two (plus the unwritten ending) and not thrown in a bunch of other stories no one cared about.
But dammit, I wrote them because I wanted to! And I still have two more to write. Maybe more, as the thought of another SciTwi/Adagio meetup popped into my head, or Sonata encountering Adagio at the Barn, or Flash Sentry eating at the Barn and meeting Sonata. If that makes y'all upset, then good. Great! Let the hate flow through you, for that is the way to the Dark Side.
I have two more Sunset stories that are completed but in need of editing. One of them straddles the border between "T" and "M" and I'll probably ask one of my new acquaintances on here who's better known for, shall we say, erotica, for advice. Shit, I may put up two different versions of that one if I ever feel comfortable writing M-rated material.
After all, my only M-rated story was on a technicality because I quoted a Youtube Poop in which Twilight sang about performing fellatio on her big brother.
This is Blog Number 298. Just one more before I post Three Hundred and another insane shipfic therein. Although this time, I'm not sure I have a lot to be thankful for at least as far as horsewords go. My last three stories barely gained me any followers (and the Orangeglow one resulted in a net loss… which to me is ironic since I've written about him multiple times before without the backlash).
Some ideas just don't pan out or are too difficult. I started an Acrostic story in the style of Comma Comma where Celestia bans the letter E, but it is fucking hard to get a thousand words out of that without cheating.
I want to get that other story out too. The one that gives a bit of Equestrian history that I should have posted three years ago but didn't.
Maybe also one where I attempt to redeem Twilight's character, just so RI2 quits his complaining about how I write her. I'm trying, but the problem is that my Twilight doesn't want to not be kind of, well, a prick. This upsets me because in the EQG-verse, Horse-Twilight is undeniably a nice girl. TECHNICALLY, these are different continuities I'm writing in, so the two Twilights can both exist. I'm not going to say anything about Sci-Twi, as that would spoil everything.
Very rarely do I indulge myself. But last week I bought around ¥30,000 -- over $200 not including shipping -- worth of CDs and Blurays from Japan (that's not very many; physical media in Japan is absurdly expensive for several reasons).
I'm also indulging myself on the more practical front -- starting sometime next week, my home is getting new windows, a new storm door, and new siding. My current siding is twenty years old, ~1mm thick with crap insulation, literally crumbling, and the north side is turning green. It's going to cost quite a chunk of change -- this plus my recent home rewiring together cost tens of thousands -- but I can afford it now. I could afford it before, but now I can better afford it. These two things together should positively affect the value of my home if ever I decide to sell. More importantly, I hope it will lessen my heating bills in the winter… if we still HAVE winter (anthropogenic climate change is real, motherfuckers!).
One thing I'm not doing is buying a new car. I love my Honda, Tohru, and I'm going to keep driving her until she very literally dies on me. I get regular maintenance done on her -- I've had to have a few parts replaced here and there -- so people are surprised to learn she's over fifteen years old now. My mother's SUV is from the same model year (or the year after), but has less than half the mileage because it used to belong to her mother until she passed, and grandmama only ever drove to church and the Kroger down the street.
My birthday is just over a month away. To my absolute shock, my dad offered to join me and my mother for the birthday dinner -- they've been divorced for twelve years. Granted, earlier this year no one expected my dad to live to see my next birthday. He obviously had other ideas. He's going to be like my grandpa and stubbornly work until the day he dies -- not necessarily because he has to, but because he'd get bored otherwise. Even when we'd go on vacation, my dad would want to get back to work. To be fair, he does own and run his own business.
See, we Americans are not taught the value of leisure, mostly because we have never been allowed it. If you don't work, there's something wrong with you. I don't work a proper job, therefore there is something wrong with me. I am lesser, a taker, a parasite on society (never mind that I pay taxes too), an undeserving leech. These are the values taught me growing up in the heart of "Real" America. And people wonder why I hate the Republican Party and rightwing Christianity so much. It's because their rhetoric makes me literally want to kill myself. And those people, who consider empathy a shortcoming to be squashed, would crow that the world is better off without me.
When I was in high school, many thought I would be the next mass-shooter. In reality, I'm too afraid and too aware of myself to even touch a gun. Nonetheless, there were and are more than a few on whom I wish harm. But that's just in the black abyss that is my mind.
Where was I? I have no idea. Do you?
I should watch that Mister Rogers documentary. He deserves a national holiday in his honour a hell of a lot more than Cristobal Colon, who was a pirate and genocidal maniac who never touched the US mainland.
I miss my ex-girlfriend. I know I'll never find another one. So I just sit here and write.
Peace out!
Holy fuck you've been busy!
And I'm still in the middle of reading the fanfic. Got a bit of a backlog saved up. I'm sure your new acquaintance would be happy to give it a read. :)
I've been playing a lot of Minecraft with mods recently. Been doing a lot of exploring and adventuring. Found lots of stuff. Four of my friends have been with me for major parts of the journey, some longer than others but still. It's been super fun.
Yeah, all that's because idleness is seen as poisonous in a capitalist society. There is no room for rest, relaxation, or lack of production. The thing about society also that Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer teaches us is that production or talent that cannot be exploited for the benefits of those in charge will also be condemned. It's its own form of extremism.
So try not to let it get to you.
Congratulations about your Dad and Mom getting together for your birthday!