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Trouble with a capital A
That rhymes with something or other.
December 6th, 2001 
whome
Only Jen, Kelly, and Heather will get that, but oh well. My surreality is surreal, because it actually relates to me in several ways.

I am a Fish with a Bicycle.

My poetry kills cows, but only with an acute sunset. Four score bald men take their coffee for a walk with my conveyer belt. Death pays those who interfere with my green amusement.

Are your giraffes on fire? The Utterly Surreal Test



Fish with a bicycle (I know I'm ruining the surreality for you lot by analyzing this) is a misquote from Gloria Steinem. (Ahem. Thank you, Dine.) A woman without a man is like a fish without a bicycle. Of course, I'm definitely bikeless, or fishless, or something, but it does apply to my life. Once upon a time, my friend Kelly, who is famous for inventing bizarre translations of things she didn't hear quite right, misheard *something* as (because she'd heard the Steinem quote recently) "Fish without a Studebaker?" Yes, that was a boring explanation. Please move on.

The poetry bit is fairly obvious (for those of you who thought I picked it because it sounded cool, no, I actually did write poetry, and only poetry, for a long time. It can be found here.) I have no idea whether it kills cows; if you own any, feel free to print out one of my poems and test the theory. I do know that a chapter of CG almost killed a co-worker, as she was crossing the street while trying to read it. That was after dusk, though, so there was no acute sunset.

The bald men are, indeed, surreal. I make no excuses for them.

Green is my favourite color. Those who mock it, die in surprisingly subtle ways, many years later, when they're least expecting it.

I wonder what happens if you choose "Fish" for every answer? It probably tells you you're Arnold Rimmer.

Oh and (duh) :



{Amy} < --- pimp/ho issues.
Francine - harvest
"It takes more than a whisper to wake this weary fool." - Nanci Griffith. Sorry, had to finish the line.

Thoughts on story warnings:

The "you" here is general, though I am thinking about some things discussed by various people in this entry in debchan's journal. (And lord, no, I'm not talking to/about anybody in particular. I'm responding to a few things Deb and Tham and others said, but also just putting out my views, in my journal, instead of letting myself get ranty in someone else's. I'm not sure if this really shouldn't be a comment response on that thread, but I think it's general enough to end up here. It deals with things I think and occasionally whine about anyway.)

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I want my delicate sensibilities protected. It may not be your responsibility, but if I know you're not going to warn for character death, or extreme angst/cruelty/torture, I may never read anything you've written again. Unless I've had it recced by someone I trust, as *not* containing character death, or one of my other rare emotional squicks. Even though I know you're an excellent writer. Even though you're my friend. Even though you're my sister/mother/father-confessor. And maybe that doesn't matter - my readership isn't the reason any of the people I read, write. I'm not that solipsistic. But it does mean you won't get feedback crack from me on stories that I probably *would* have liked, because I'm too leery of reading your stuff without someone holding my hand.

So maybe I'm an infant.

When I read a good, vividly-written story, I shift gears, and go into character mode. I *am* the viewpoint character, or, sometimes, I'm me, walking right by the viewpoint character's side. So if you kill the viewpoint character, and it's a surprise, and I can't run away from it, it's like a little death for me. The bad sort of little death. If the viewpoint character's best beloved dies, then I've lost mine, as well. It *hurts*. And maybe that's the intent, but I don't want to hurt that way. I hurt enough as it is.

No, of course it's not permanent, but it hits me hard, and it lasts a while. There are fics that I still have to think loudly that I've never read and don't exist, because they stuck in my head so deep. And it's not that they were necessarily excellently written, but that the death carved a groove in my mind. Can't look at Story X, ever again. Had to write a story of my own, to counteract the bad, nasty feeling that Story Y left in my heart. (Xander and Spike's little safe-sex-with-vampires talk in "Sunday Funnies" was inspired by an AIDS story that hit me pretty hard, for instance.)

I'm not sure I understand how a story would be ruined by warning of character death in the beginning, if the author says there are sufficient warnings within the text that bad things are going to happen, in time for the reader to run away if they don't like those things. If there *are* signposts within, then what exactly does a pre-story billboard ruin? The delicate yet piercing nature of your artwork? I guess I can understand that, but don't necessarily agree with it.

For me, if I *start* reading a story, I like to finish it. Otherwise I feel as if I've abandoned a character somewhere in limbo forever. Thusly and soforth, I'd much rather be warned up front, than have to rely on my rather faulty ability to accept negative foreshadowing for what it is. I'm a dogged optimist when reading, and will hang in til the last second, hoping somebody makes things right.

I'm not looking for neutered fiction; I'm willing to take some chances. I'm willing to be killed, every so often, or lose my best beloved. But oh, God, warn me. So I'll know it's gonna be a clutching-the-stuffed-lamb-and-rereading-happy-ending-fic-to-make-me-feel-better night.
05:55 pm - Venison
Francine - harvest


Which one is me? Er, both. If I were a fanfic reader, I would be: Bambi.

I am a small, fuzzy creature with big eyes, and a twitchy nose. I am most likely to be murdered by a morally ambiguous redhead, which, since I am one, probably says something narcissistic about me. I don't think anyone has to agree with me on the subject of story warnings, and was never moralizing to anyone that they should; just giving my view, as a reader. I'm perfectly willing to accept that I'm not an adult. Nor am I sophisticated, or smart, and I certainly don't care about storytelling. I am, after all, a small, spotted ruminant. At least Willow loves me. Look -- she's beckoning. Isn't she pretty? Er, hey, what's that in your hand? It's shiny...



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