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Jan. 16th, 2004 01:35 amSo. I totally failed again to do what I planned to yesterday (work on The Shadow Boys, get some Wackiness done, upload do some washing [OMG I have passed beyond geek and nerd and into the other side...]). Instead I worked on the character art for the cards I've done for the HP Cluedo game that Nat and I planned. I've finished the cards themselves, backgrounds and so forth, and have started colouring the art. So far I've done Draco. Seven to go... Then I just have to work out all the murder methods, and the layout of the castle, and illustrate both. I think I've lost my original notes on the subject.
Nat, Sara and I had a good class/discussion tonight. Reminded me why I'm in a coven.
Deethie emailed me some con. crit. for One Good Deed, which raised the accurate concern that the woman has no personality. I'm not going to go into all the justification and reasons why that is, but I do know why it happened, and I'm not sure that given the chance I would have done it differently. The poor woman was not really part of the plot, as I said to Deethie, and to boot got my ability to fall apart at the least thing if sufficiently tired and stressed enough. Now that Deethie's brought it to my attention, though, I feel like a terrible feminist. Isn't writing filled with enough helpless-women stereotypes? On the other hand, as I wrote her pretty much to be me (as I wrote in the response email, I once waited in a damn supermarket carpark for two hours waiting for my parents to call me back, because my damn key wouldn't turn in the ignition. I didn't know enough about cars then to know that I just had to twist the steering wheel a bit and the key would magically be able to turn. I ate a can of soup unheated because I was so damn hungry), so what does that say about me? I don't consider myself to be particularly helpless or damsellish.
I think I think about things too much.
I'm going to sign off now. I have more Fellowship ahead of me. We're in Moria at the moment, and Gandalf's just chosen the righthand tunnel (I'm pretty sure he chooses the middle one in the movie--another small inconsistency...). I'm amused to find out that Boromir was the one who threw the stone into the lake with the Guardian (was that the squid-creature's name? Edit: It was The Watcher in the Water. I've just reached Balin's tomb). I've always said that Pippin's not *quite* as stupid as he looks. The palantÃr business came pretty damn close, though.
I'm going to start cutting my friends list soon. I'm serious about this. 340 people is way too many. Even if just over 100 of them are communities. Maybe I should cut my communities, too.
Nat, Sara and I had a good class/discussion tonight. Reminded me why I'm in a coven.
Deethie emailed me some con. crit. for One Good Deed, which raised the accurate concern that the woman has no personality. I'm not going to go into all the justification and reasons why that is, but I do know why it happened, and I'm not sure that given the chance I would have done it differently. The poor woman was not really part of the plot, as I said to Deethie, and to boot got my ability to fall apart at the least thing if sufficiently tired and stressed enough. Now that Deethie's brought it to my attention, though, I feel like a terrible feminist. Isn't writing filled with enough helpless-women stereotypes? On the other hand, as I wrote her pretty much to be me (as I wrote in the response email, I once waited in a damn supermarket carpark for two hours waiting for my parents to call me back, because my damn key wouldn't turn in the ignition. I didn't know enough about cars then to know that I just had to twist the steering wheel a bit and the key would magically be able to turn. I ate a can of soup unheated because I was so damn hungry), so what does that say about me? I don't consider myself to be particularly helpless or damsellish.
I think I think about things too much.
I'm going to sign off now. I have more Fellowship ahead of me. We're in Moria at the moment, and Gandalf's just chosen the righthand tunnel (I'm pretty sure he chooses the middle one in the movie--another small inconsistency...). I'm amused to find out that Boromir was the one who threw the stone into the lake with the Guardian (was that the squid-creature's name? Edit: It was The Watcher in the Water. I've just reached Balin's tomb). I've always said that Pippin's not *quite* as stupid as he looks. The palantÃr business came pretty damn close, though.
I'm going to start cutting my friends list soon. I'm serious about this. 340 people is way too many. Even if just over 100 of them are communities. Maybe I should cut my communities, too.