Thursday, 30 September 2010

Pointless random question of the day:

What is the point of coloured tissues?

Not decorative tissue boxes, no -- they're fine, if still a little pointless -- but coloured tissues themselves.

Does anyone really care what colour their snot rags are? Is it really worth the extra processing involved to have pretty tissues?

Yet another thing in the long list of things I don't get...

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Sorry, folks. Busy day today, and this'll have to be short if I'm going to get a chance to have any lunch.

And I'm definitely going to have lunch.

Catch you later.

Wednesday, 29 September 2010

Title? I need a title now?

Sorry. I sometimes get a little tired of being told what to do by all those blanks that seem to need to be filled in.

And yes, I realise that I technically don't need a title.

I do, however, need even a slight topic if I'm going to pretend to blather. Nothing so far, so I'll start with a thanks and see if that takes me somewhere.

Thanks, Blogger, for adding what appears at first glance to be a reasonably effect spam filter to your comment function. As my two fans know, I don't have a computer at home. That means that I don't see my comment tracking mail until I'm actually at a place that has a computer (generally here at work or at my father's place). On occasion in the past, that's meant that it's been a couple of days before I've noticed the lost Chinese people or those helpful folks who would like me to enlarge my package (I have a package? Of what, exactly?). Sometimes the Ontario office has caught stuff here before I've got to it, but she doesn't track the other blog.

Apparently Blogger does now, which is cool.

Weird at the same time, though, when you've temporarily forgotten that there's a new spam filter.

It's ever so slightly twilight-zonish to see something in your tracking mail, roll your eyes, go to the blog to remove it, AND THERE'S NOTHING THERE.




Um, yeah. Now that you mention it, I was on morning brain at the time.

And for those of you who are new to the program, yes, it's true that I don't have a computer at home. I'm not against them in theory and I'm not a Luddite; I just don't see the need for one at home when I have plenty of access elsewhere. And surprising as it may seem to some of you out there, sometimes it's really nice to know that there's a time of the day when you won't be tempted to check e-mails or watch stupid videos. Well, at least on the computer. I watch plenty of stupid videos on my television.

And yes, I do have a television.

Dammit. I just dripped tea on my work shirt. Stupid travel mug that's not my trusty old desk cup...



Ah well. That's probably a sign from the tea &/or travel mug gods that it's time to stop randomly blathering and get back to work. Yay me for almost turning this into a post after all.

Tuesday, 28 September 2010

Chapter 1199: Wherein Dee has a headache

What can I say? I do.

I woke up with one.

I hate that.



Can you tell yet that I'm not in the mood to blather? I really should be having something to eat, anyway. I barely manged a bowl of cereal this morning because my stupid head was telling my stupid stomach that eating would be stupid.

I hate that, too.

I'm... going now, I think. Otherwise things will just continue being stupid and hateable around here...

Saturday, 25 September 2010

Write what?

I'll try to keep this short, since I'm at work. Incidentally, when I start out a blather like that it usually means it won't be short at all.

Anyway.

Yesterday I said that I thought it was a good thing that so many people are writing now as compared to a century or two ago. Today I'd like to add that just because I'm glad that people are writing doesn't mean I have to like what they're writing.

Case in point? Fan fiction.

As I've said before, I really don't get fanfic. I know that it's pretty popular in some circles and I've heard that some of it is quite good, but I don't get it. I don't get the why of it.

I also don't read it. Yeah, I'll admit that up front. The closest I've ever come to reading fanfic is the occasional Star Trek novel when I was a teenager. Not something I especially brag about, no, but I did read a few of them. I don't think I got the why of them either, though.

It probably has something to do with the way I watch television shows. I generally don't find myself needing a continuation, I guess. If a show's well done, I'm happy with the show. If I'm left feeling lacking after the show, I'll assume that either the show wasn't all that good or it wasn't to my taste. The end. No elaboration needed. Do I wonder what the characters are doing in the times we're not seeing them on-screen? Well, no. Not really. I'm more or less willing to go with what the makers of the thing have decided to show us. And if that doesn't satisfy me? I find something else to watch. I suppose I just don't have the need to complete things in a more satisfactory way for myself. Maybe I'm not a closure-type person, I don't know.

For the most part I don't care about fanfic since it's a world I don't feel the need to inhabit, but one thing about it puzzles me. In my time lurking around television show forums, I've noticed that some of the most vocal dissatisfied viewers seem to be the same people who are heavily involved in fanfic. It's like (well, in some cases at least) they've invested so much into their world of this-is-how-it-should-go that they have a really hard time dealing with things when that isn't how it goes. Sometimes it even sounds like they're terribly insulted when the actual show goes in a different direction than the fan stories were taking it.

I so very much don't get that.

I like a show, I watch it. I don't like a show, I stop. That's about as invested as I get.

Maybe that word invested is the key. I don't get terribly invested in television. It's just tv. It's not life. The people I'm watching are actors, not my buddies. I don't have tv boyfriends, so I guess that precludes me from being overly worried about what happens to them. Do I enjoy television shows? Of course, but I'm happy to let the creative types take me for a ride without wishing we were using a different road. Or a different car. Or a different driver. And if I start wishing for different, well... there are other shows and other channels, right?

Obviously if it were that simple for everyone, fanfic wouldn't exist. It does. To some of you, then, I'm the one who's missing out on something that may even be worth reading.

That's ok. If you knew what I'm currently finding worth reading, you'd probably be the first to say that some things are just worth not getting...

Friday, 24 September 2010

Say what?

This blog looks interesting. And yes, I'm adding the link more for my own reference than anything else.

It's no secret that language interests me. Language history interests me; language structure interests me.

Language rules? Not so much, unless they're trying to describe how a language actually works. Prescriptive (or, as they so often seem, proscriptive) rules do nothing for me, because they can so easily just be someone's idea of how a language should work as opposed to what's really going on.

I've said it before, but languages are as organic as the organisms that use them. Language has to adapt to situation. Situations change, and if language doesn't change as well then it's no longer suitable. And that equals dead language, folks. Overly rigid language rules that may have applied to a language three hundred years ago likely aren't doing much to explain how the language is working now, and if it's insisted that those rules should still be followed to the letter the only result is a bizarre museum piece that has almost nothing to do with reality.

Yeah, I get tired of hearing that our language has already chosen its handbasket.

I could go off on that particular rant for several (probably pretty boring) pages, but it got me thinking about a side-rant today. Well, maybe not so much a rant as an explanation. It's voice, you see. Formality in language. People who complain that our language isn't following the rules anymore are often complaining about the voice used rather than the language itself. Sometimes they see an appalling lack of formality in our (general "our", there) writing these days.

Well, no kidding.

Call it mass media, call it web 2.0 (which, by the way... could that phrase please go away?), call it whatever, but more people are writing now than a few centuries ago. More people, more backgrounds; it only makes sense that things in the writing world are loosening up. It's vox populi, boys and girls. Voice of the people. Vulgar Latin rather than Classical, if you want to think of it that way (which you probably don't. I realise that I'm rapidly headed to full-on nerd here).

And personally, I'm for it.

Oh sure, there are contexts where more formality is expected. If I'm reading a scientific paper I want it in clear, unambiguous, school-ish language (although even that's relaxed a fair bit since I was in university). If I'm reading something from a respected press agency rather than a casual blogger I'm not going to want tweet-speak.

Um, come to think of it, even when I tweet I don't tend to use tweet-speak. Just feels a bit odd to me, that's all. And besides, I tweet as a part of my job. I need to be a little more formal because of that, I think.

It may surprise some of my two fans, but I've made some pretty deliberate choices about the way I speak on this blog. I know I use um and well far too much. I know I make up stupid words sometimes. I know that my grammar isn't perfect, although I do try to make it readable. The fact is, I'm perfectly capable of writing in anal-retentive English that would probably meet all the standards of the Rule Bosses.

Why would I want to? And even more importantly, why would anyone read that?




Not that I really understand why anyone reads this as it stands, of course...

I suppose what I'm trying to say here (or at least part of what I'm trying to say here) is that I wish people would consider the context before they complain. Oh, and maybe if the complainy-types would stop for a moment and listen to the general music of the writing rather than picking out all the wrong notes, they might get more of an appreciation for the fact that so many people are taking the time to sing at all.

Or something.

Bear in mind that this is all off the top of my only-partially-working head. And speaking of work, back to it for me now.

Thursday, 23 September 2010

Sigh

I'm beat, boys and girls.

Exhausted.

The current version of me catching stuff from schoolchildren has totally wiped me out. It's just a cold, but I can't remember a simple cold making me so completely tired before.

It's kind of weird, really.

And it doesn't agree too well with blogging. Hard to have much to say (even when the "say" is only pointless blather) when all you really want to do is go back to bed.

And with that, I should probably get back to work anyway. Nothing to say, no time to say it in... Gee, this place is fun lately.

Ah well. We'll try it again tomorrow.

Monday, 20 September 2010

Pointless excuse of the day:

Sorry, but I've been too busy to blog today.

And also, my computer is apparently fighting with my nerdstick (or at least they're not talking), so there won't even be a pointless photo.

As well, I may or may not be in tomorrow, so that means I may or may not blather tomorrow.




This has been fascinating, hasn't it? Yeah. Later, all.
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