Friday, November 17, 2006

What do you think?


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Good fortune and happiness but sometimes a species of
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Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Oh, New Car, Where Art Thou?

It's time for a new car. It's not that Ed hasn't served me well, or that she's a bad ride. It's more that I settled for Ed. I needed a ride, she was there, and most importantly, she was the right price. So now it's time to move on, and I'm shopping.

What am I looking at? Well, it was a field of four, quickly whittled down to two with maybe a Dark Horse thrown in for good measure. But the Dark Horse is expensive (and also not available in an automatic, so that could have been an issue), so it's down to two.

Choice #1
VW Rabbit
There are two problems here.
1) If I'm getting the VW, I want it a bit swanky and that means a automatic with the sunroof, which are only available with the 4-door. The problem is that the 4-door starting price is at the high end of my budget, and once I've added what I want, I'm over. (For comparison, I can almost get a PT Cruiser Convertible for the same price).
2) Performance/guzzling. She drives nice. I can hardly feel the road under the wheels, and that's not necessarily a bonus in my book. The options are sweet and are enjoyable and I know I'd be comfortable on along trip- except for my wallet. See the reason I started looking again was because Ed's just not getting the mpg she used to, and the VW (per online reviews) gets about what Ed gets, or even a little less!

Is the pretty worth it?

Choice #2
Scion xA

1) I love the customizability of this car, but I'm not sure what my base quality will be. I've heard that there are some frame/body issues with the entire Scion line. Admittedly these would all be covered under warranty, but is the possibility worth the hassle?

2) Well this isn't a problem, but more of a worry. You get what you pay for. The price can't be beat, even gussied up to my specifications, I'm still within my budget and even if she gets 5-7 mpg less than advertised, she's still under Ed's current average. Is too good to be true really too good to be true?

Also- I have yet to drive the Scion, if the ride is terrible, I won't even bother and we'll go back to square one. (Although what that is, I'm not sure....)

Thursday, October 05, 2006

Willful Ignorance...

...or maybe its just a highly editorialized view of reality, but either way it's dangerous and seems to be growing greater with each generation. Or maybe I've just become hyper-aware of my own personal editorialized view of reality in the last few years and this is my reaction to it.

Either way it's pissing me off.

Take Nymwae's story about the Fiestaware and her co-worker's reaction to it. Granted, the woman is not the brightest Crayola in the box, and I think she's contradictory just for the sake of it (or at least to be snide to Nymwae), but it's the online stuff she was referring to that triggered this particular rant.

You have been warned.

Is it so hard to at least consider the possibility that you might, just might, be wrong about something. Anything? Even just on a small scale, like being willing to admit that the pretty platter in your cabinet could possibly be a hazard to your health in the long run? Is it a driving need to be right all the time? Or is a need to prove other people wrong? (And, yes there is a big difference.) Is it learned or inherited, and if it's either, can it be undone?

And the "glowing" pretty in the cabinet is the tip of the iceberg. Take today's politics. When did the Holy Inquisition start again? Because I could swear that differing opinions were what made this country great, not what what made it weak. When did expressing an opinion that isn't in the party line become heresy? If we worried more about what was best for the country and less about making sure our party was "right," would we still be scraping the bottom of the barrel for school funds? Does expressing my concern or outright doubt about the direction of out country make me any less American, and does your devotion to the President make you the true patriot? The last time I checked, we were all living in the same country and we should be able to respect each other. Right?

No! God, no! It's the Cold War, only now the enemy is the Republican across the street, not the commie down the hall. Now, I'm all for a nice dose of schadenfreude, but what's happening today is more akin to character lynchings. (Not that they're all entirely undeserved, but still.) You can't fight back, you can't win, so what do you do? Blame the other guy! Makes for a nice news cycle, but does it get us anywhere?

When did we all put on blinders? When did we decide that it wasn't OK to admit the other guy has a good point? When did "my way or the highway" become de rigueur for everyday life? Didn't anyone teach us to share? Teach us to respect each other? Teach us to listen and learn and look at everything and everyone around us as a whole, not through whatever-colored glasses we're wearing this week?

Can't we all just get along?

Tuesday, September 12, 2006

A Rememberance

I light a candle.I wish I could say I watched some of the coverage, or went to a memorial, but I couldn't. I remember it well enough on my own. I watched all day five years ago, and I went to my memorials over the next few days. And I waited, and waited, for my roommate to call and let me know she was OK. She worked next to the towers, she had just moved to NYC that year. It took three days for her to call everyone she knew, she had me let everyone in the dept. know she was fine.

I light a candle.
She was fine, but I remember the waiting and I can only imagine what it was like for the people who had family there, who lost family there. And it hurts. It hurts for those who have lost, for those who were found while others were not. It hurts for the children without parents, husbands without wives, lovers without their loves.

I light a candle.
I remember what happened after, I remember the flags and the songs. I can hear the crowds murmuring softly in front of storefronts, watching the news through the windows. I can see politicians standing together, and then fracturing again as, sadly, they often do. I see suspicion, and I see trust. I read of failure and I read of success. I feel pain and hope, wonder and bewilderment.

I light a candle.
And I remember that we are not the only ones who have lost. Madrid, London, Mumbai, Istanbul, Nairobi, Jerusalem, Oklahoma City, Lebanon, Columbine, Laramie, Darfur, China, Sarajevo, Belsan... Five years ago, five years from now, twenty in the past, twenty in the future. Hate knows no religion, no border, no nationality, no home.

Neither does Love.

So I light a candle and I can see, and I can remember.As do we all.

Thursday, August 31, 2006

Drive-by updating

Goodies that cost me money I don't really have:
I have a new couch! It even has arms and can seat more than two people and is made of a material that... Well, it resembles corduroy, which if you knew me ten years ago would amuse you to no end as I used to villify the stuff as a concoction of Satan. I HATED the stuff. The texture, the sound it made when you walked in it, it even came in crappy colors.

Now I have a couch made of it. Consistency is the defense of small minds. Like many things, I'm learning to let it go.

Work:
The Mid-Boss has arrived and, well, not much else so far as I can see. I met him when the Overboss brought him along on a checking-up trip. Since then, I haven't really seen, heard or sopke to him since. Hopefully he's busy elsewhere and will leave us alone.
Also, I lost my Minion. I really liked having a Minion, I was able to focus on helping the Bosses get stuff out the door, now I'm back to focusing on keeping enough space on my desk clear for my coffee mug.

Play:
The show's going, um, well I suppose. Dress rehearsals are going to be REALLY rough. And somewhere along the way I made the mistake of volunteering to make stuffed mushrooms for our little buffet...
The real hell of this is that it's been basically three (occasionally four) of us putting this together. The rest of the production team's been in/out of town and hasn't really been there, and most won't be there for the performances.
Next show I think we're setting some ground rules.

Ramdomness:
Outside of the office building there is a cricket (not this one) that keeps jumping into the glass and bouncing off.
Jump. Bounce. Jump. Bounce.
I don't know if it's the heat on the sidewalk (as I imagine the hedge it was living in was much cooler), the reflection in the glass, or just a short circuit in the lil' guy's insectile excuse for a brain, but it was really pathetic to watch.
Jump. Bounce. Jump. Bounce.
Really pathetic to watch, actually.
Jump. Bounce. Jump. Bounce.
And kinda boring, too, come to think of it.
Jump. Bounce. Jump. Bounce.
And because I'm just hypnotized enough by the incessant hopping to form paltry excuses for philosophical metaphors, I thought, "Sometimes you're the cricket, sometimes you're the glass."
Photo from Hampshire Hippy via flickr

Tuesday, August 22, 2006

New Show! New Show!



It's official, we've got a cast, we have a nifty poster and tix should be on sale soon. (Or just contact me and I can hook you up.) Tix will be $15 and will include snaks and beverages.

Official title: The Muses: Memories of a House
Location: The Muses, a beautiful home off of 2222.
What is it: A collection of short scenes and monologues performed in and around the home.
Warning: We will be walking the audience from location to location, some of which are outdoors- wear comfy shoes.


Monday, August 14, 2006

Hope you get a good lawyer...

Just when you think your bosses are counter-intuitive asses, you find out it's still better than working for the US Gov't.

Seriously, I hope this guy finds a good lawyer. Or several. Dozen.

Tuesday, August 08, 2006

conrats

Evidently I'm having one of those days. You know the ones I mean, the ones where little things that you normally just shrug off get stuck in your head. Like a festering wound, oozing and burning, these little things just sit there eating at your very sanity. And you'd chew your own arm off to stop them from bugging you.

I mean, I spent about half an hour sitting at my desk irritated at the font the new LadyBoss has chosen for her e-mails. It's not hard to read, it's not blinky or overly stylized, I just don't like it. So every time I got an e-mail from her I had one of those gut "grrrrr" reactions and I had to repress the urge to just delete it to get it out of my inbox.

But I digress. It's a font, I'm letting it go.

Then "conrats" happened. And my world collapsed into a fuming pile of inconsolable irritation the likes of which my cat can't even replicate on her worst day. (And those of you who know, realize that's quite an accomplishment.)

"But who the what where and why?" you ask. Let me break my irritation down.

First, the initial salvo. Apparently there's a new Manager in another division, and someone thought everyone needed to know. So this nifty little "please welcome so-and-so," e-mail goes out to the entire company. Name, rank, and mini bio follow (mourners please omit flowers would probably be a little overdramatic, no?), and my irritating sh*%-o-meter goes up a notch.

Because I know they're coming. Its inevitable. They can't be stopped and one must endure the painful platitudes of... The "Reply To All" Addicts. All companies have them, all companies mock them, and yet they still exist.

Now my company, in the last six months or so, has had three separate training memos sent out about abusing the RTA button, but still I start getting the little e-mails. "Congratulations!" "Welcome!" "Glad to have you!" And so on, and so on, and so on. All the while the meter's climbing.

And then it came. The one-word, RTA message that had me halfway into a scathing e-mail on proper account usage before I deleted it.

"conrats"

This sent me over the top. How many e-etiquette rules have we broken? Let's find out.

1. Misuse of the "reply to all" button.
2. Spelling counts. The word is "congrats," and that's not even a word, it's an abbreviation.
3. While the usage of punctuation is debatable in one-word e-mails, I'm already irritated, so here we are.
4. It's called capitalization, look into it.

Now I'm as guilty as the rest of you when it comes to the last two, and I have my spell-check set to 11 to keep me from flubbing #2, but that's not my point. This is:

If you're sending an e-mail to a co-worker you have never met, how do you want to present yourself? As a professional, courteous, and intelligent resource, or as a lazy, ignorant, and inattentive slacker who tosses off an e-mail with the forethought of a drunk Hollywood Celebrity. Whoops! Maybe that's not the impression we're trying to make...

But enough with the rant. Its quiltin' tme

Wednesday, August 02, 2006

Liam the Lonely; a Little Lost Lizard

My good deed for the day. I don't know how (and I'm not sure I want to) but one of the lizards that live in the bushes outside my office building ended up in the hall. On the third floor. I thought he was dead, but he did this little skitter move when I went past him...

Tell you the truth, I felt pretty sorry for the guy. They keep the AC so cranked in this building that his little cold-blooded toes must've been numb.

So I picked him up, he really didn't protest too much and he was only half the size of my pinkie, so I kinda had him beat in the size dept. And I carried him downstairs and out the door. He perked right up in the sunlight, and when I set him down, he scuttled off into the bushes like he belonged there.

Well he did belong there, but you get what I mean.

Nice little interlude to an otherwise blah day....

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

Memory Lane

So it started with an idle conversation via e-mail and a chat board. I think we were talking about things we did as kids (or as younger adults) that we wish we had more time to do.

And I started talking about writing. I used to write a lot, ask Ebon Butterfly over there, she used to contribute, and I kept it up until about high school. Now and again I've started things up and I would set them aside as they always began to feel more epic than I wanted to tackle.

So my friend bounced me over to one of the fanfic sites she occasionally contributes to, and she asked me if I would ever consider writing something like that. I kinda hemmed and hawed, and perched myself on the fence for awhile, mulling it over. And then it hit me like a big bolt of "Duh!" upside the head. When I started writing as a kid, it was fanfic. I took the characters from cartoons and later from books and wove them into my version of the world.

That more of less decided it. The genre makes me feel kinda geeky, but it just feels good to be writing again. It's all work in progress. The community I'm posting in is pretty supportive, and until they tell me to stop, I just might keep truckin.' Who knows where it might lead? If I get comfortable with the fanfic, I might branch out to one of those forgotten projects. Maybe finish one out.

And an extra thanks to EB, who's enthusiasm over her current project reminded me how much I missed it myself.

Friday, July 14, 2006

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.

Of all the... people are just stupid. Somewhere in Oregon a woman decided to call 911 to get the phone number of a cute cop that had come to her house.

*thwack*

The f*%$. The cute cop went back to the house, and arrested the woman. Ha!

Dude- 911?! Are you kidding me?! *shakes head*

So speaking of stupid. (Oooooh- a segue! Cool!)

The Overboss came. The Overboss talked in circles (and circles, and circles, and circles...). And The Overboss went. And there was much rejoicing (yea!).

So where am I job-wise? In a holding pattern, big surprise there, right? But I have slightly more money and carte balance to work overtime if I need it. (Need more work? HA! As if. Although I'll probably still use it just to get s*%# done around here.) It was a lot more of the same, although The Overboss showed me an interesting e-mail from a Vice-Supreme Ruler. How I blipped on her radar is beyond my ken, but blip I did, and she liked the sound. She sent The Overboss an unprompted e-mail lauding my talents.

But get this- and this is where the stupid comes in. We've been in the insane whirling vortex of "not enough hours in the day" for a few years now. There too much work for two "Bosses" and not quite enough for a third. And since the Bosses all get paid on commission, they can't spread the work too thin. Understandable. But now San Antonio's office is having the same problem. So instead of maybe hiring a new Boss to split the time between the two offices and take overflow from each- we are probably getting an, um, a MidBoss (?), which would be under The Overboss and over the Bosses here and in San Antonio.

Unless the MidBoss is going to be a producer his/herself, I don't see how this is going to help us. At All. Just one more dragon breathing down our necks. Yea, indeed.

So back to that holding pattern thing. I'm basically staying put for the next month or so. For three reasons.
1. I asked for and got permission to keep my Minion (temp) until a new Boss gets out here and is settled, so I won't sail back in to the pit of doom I was in during the last restructure. (Unless this Minion is vanquished and I have to conjure a new one. Good Minions are hard to find and hard to train and if I have to start over- Oi vey!)
2. A Boss from Houston is working on the not-so-dearly departed's loans, and since she's been with the company for 7 years, she actually knows what she's doing. (Unlike the last two McStupids that had been sent out here to "help.")
3. I like the current Boss. He's silly. I respect that. I don't want to send him into the dark, dark cave with all the trolls, demons, and other assorted ickies with just a Minion to defend him. So we'll stick it out with him until the new Boss arrives.

Then we re-evaluate. Again.

The raise thing is a good/bad and not really what I'm considering a major reason for staying. It's not what I think I deserve, but this company is REALLY tightfisted and the other divisions are facing layoffs at the moment. I was lucky to get anything. And the overtime will help. (Case in point, here it is, 5:45 pm and I'm still here. Cha-ching!)

So that's it. I'm about to head home. Later y'all!

Wednesday, July 12, 2006

Hear the sound of the poundy heart drums..

OK, so the key word here is trepidation. That sinking feeling of dread with which one approaches an event. Heart's in your throat, and your fighting that fight or flight response.

Not that this is as bad as all that, but it's the general feeling I have at this point. The regional manager (aka- The Overboss as he was dubbed awhile back) is coming out to the branch. Normally it's not a big deal, he's just a little annoying with all the hovering he does. (It's not like anything actually changes before or after his little visits.) But this time it's more nerve-wracking, because he's more or less just coming out to see me. And when he's gone, I might be, too.

Not that I think I'm getting fired! Don't everyone freak out on me! Should've typed that one better, sorry!

It's just one of the things he's coming to talk about are my issues with the current situation. Which really isn't as much a "current situation" anymore as it is an ongoing problem. There will also be a discussion about money. I have been told there is more in my future, but after what happened the last time we had that little talk, I'm not really going to hold out any hope of a decent raise until he actually throws a number at me. And what really ruffles my feathers- is that apparently he's already gotten the raise approved, without even going over it with me to see if I tought it was equitable to the hellish freakshow of an office I'm stuck in!

Seriously, I'm not looking forward to this. I hate this situation, and I hate job hunting, but I am so ready to walk, I'm halfway out the door.

Wednesday, July 05, 2006

Curtain Down- Party Time!

So the show's done.

I'm a little sad about that. The response we got was so impressive and more than we expected, that we were kinda upset that we couldn't run longer. There's been talk about possibly re-staging it at a later date, but I doubt that will fly. It just won't be the same.

And I'm not sure we'd want to try, in any case. We had a spectacular run, over 100 people more than we were expecting. The houses were enthusiastic and supportive, and we got more media coverage than we expected in the form of a last-minute radio spot on one of the major stations here in town. We made more than enough to recoup our costs, and give us a push for the next show and that's a really happy place to be. Always leave 'em wanting more.

But the post-show exhaustion was a bi*&$. I had to go into work on Monday and I was just wiped out. I had no energy, which was really not a good thing as now we're down to one LO (again!). Luckily the phones were mercifully silent and I was able to leave early so I could take a nap. Which- turned out was another really good thing as later that night I helped clean the house for the 4th of July Extravaganza and BBQ at my place.

Yeah, 'bout that party... hmmm. All that cleaning went away really fast and now it looks like a BBQ bomb went off. I don't think there's a clean dish in the house, and I believe there are some very interesting stories to be told... that probably won't be told here. 'Cause I'm a Lady and that would be WRONG. But hit up Nik-nack's blog, I'm sure she'll dish over there. It's where I go for all my dirt.

(Hey- you! I heard that! No laughing!)

So it's back to the grind, and hopefully no meltdowns. I'm really not happy with this one LO crap again. The Overboss is coming out to chat and if I don't like what I'm hearing, I'm gone. I want to stay and help, 'cause the current LO is still new and I'd hate to leave him out in the cold, but my nerves just can't do this anymore. I'll let ya know what's going on...

Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Yeah, not so much...

Maybe not the best idea to blog when I've been drinking. But I thought you'd get a kick to know... in the neverending search for decent co-workers (ha-ha) it might be interesting to notice that my boss put in her two-week's notice.

Yea!

Not laughing anymore.

Of course, Beetlejuice looks well-adjusteded to me these days....

Six foot, seven-seven foot, eight foot bunch...

A beautiful bunch, a bunch of banananas!
Daylight come and me wanna go home....

Wednesday, May 31, 2006

S.O.S.

Yeah, speaking of all that theatre stuff, I am in need of serious help. Props/sets/and stage monkeys all that. More even, cause we're broke. If anyone knows anyone who might be interested in buying ad space, or making a donation (they can be tax deductible- ask me how!) send them my way, for I am the woman with acess to the bank account (gasp! I know!).

Also, I now have tickets available. They are not for sale, but we are asking for a min. $10 donation. (More if you love me- I'm shameless, I have a cute face, and I'm only kinda kidding right now.) Shows are June 30th and July 1st 8pm and a matinee on Sunday the 2nd at about 3pm. Tickets are good for any show, but if you want to see it multiple times, buy multiple tickets.

The festival last weekend was awesome! I'll write more when I'm caught up on sleep.

Monday, May 01, 2006

Holy crap! I'm actually trained for this!

Theatre work. Honest-to-freaking-supreme-deity-of-your-choice, theatre work.
And it's all thanks to Nik-nack. Love 'er, she rocks!

So I'm at work and miserable (you know, just another day at the office) and I get my flashy little mail icon. Nik's sent me e-mail. Actually, it's a craigslist link to a group of gals that are starting their own theatre group. These gals aren't amateurs, they have plenty of experience between them both on both sides of the stage. But neither of them stage manage. So they like me, they really like me.

So I'm in. Officially, I'm the stage manager for their first production. But really I'm more the production manager for the entire group.

Wish me luck- first production goes up June 30. They wanted to push the first production to mid-late July, but fate intervened in the form of a really good space, fairly cheap, and only available that weekend. Next availability wasn't until much later.... so June it is!

Details will follow, and I hope we can drum up enough support to keep this thing rolling.

TheatreTheatreTheatreTheatreTheatre- It's Theatre!!!

Saturday, April 22, 2006

The teenage wasteland

Earlier today (OK, technically yesterday), an Ebon Butterfly asked me a relatively simple question that sat me back on my heels for a minute, pushed me into memory lane and then sucker-punched me with a sharp jab to my sense of equality in literature. It kinda hurt. And I couldn’t get it out of my head. So I’m passing on my pain on to the rest of you. Two for flinching!

The question asked was: (And this was paraphrased and distilled from several e-mails and clarifications.) Do you remember reading any books aimed at, say 10-20-year-olds featuring a female protagonist who wasn't too flirty/teenager-y or who wasn't too boyish?

The short answer- no.

But here’s a looooooong explanation behind what I DO remember and why I think that is. It is way more info than could be contained in an e-mail, and it isn’t what she was asking for, pre se, and it probably won’t really help her in her current pursuit. But it’s where memory lane dumped me out, and since I was still winded from the trip I decided to look around a bit before wandering on….

What I remember from my middle-to-high school reading adventures was mostly mass-market gender bias and genre pigeon hole-ing.

Guys got the action-y, power-laden fun adventure stories.
Girls got the "Walk in the Park"- types. (You know, the popular/cute guy falls for the outsider girl and she dies of cancer at the end. Or outsider girl comes back to become prom queen.)
There were the cautionary tales starring girls, a la "Hello, My Name is Alice" (drug addiction).
There were the after-school specials like, "The Face on the Milk Carton."
The only real adventures with strong female characters were the detective dramas (a la Nancy Drew, but they were skewed a bit older) and the outright fantasy/horror dramas, think, R.L. Stine, or a PG-13 B-grade horror movie in print.

But while the females were the heroines, they were also mostly damsels in distress, and they were RE-acting; they were fighting off psychos, and they only very rarely proactively went after the "bad guys" or went on solo adventures.

Series books were also popular. Sweet Valley High, The Babysitter's Club, the aforementioned Nancy Drew.... Yes, I read them avidly, and remember them fondly, but after awhile it was like there was a random plot generator somewhere just spitting out various combinations of the same characters, swapping out plots, locations and villains.

When I really wanted a female lead with real power and the wherewithal to use it, I headed straight into the classics (tinged with whatever gender prejudice was popular the decade/century it was written) or to the adult fantasy/sci-fi section. I was tired of being talked down to, so I traded up.

And here’s why I wasn’t finding anything “my age”…

It’s easier to win the lottery, than write a book that hits the best-seller lists.

When it comes to that particular age group, genre often determines gender in whatever you're writing but money talks. Genre books are “safe” and reliable performers in their demographic market, because people know what they are getting and they know already if they like it. It’s the allure of the Brand Name.

So when a publishing house finds something that sells, they ride that horse ‘til she’s dead (and then they usually beat her a few times after that ‘cause they can.) The genre guidelines are tight, because if you stray from the base, you’ll loose your audience. We don’t want new Coke, we want our Classic Coke. After all, Nancy Drew is still solving mysteries, folks. She hasn’t changed a whole lot over the years, but the changes that are made always cause a stir, and some of them have been rescinded because, well, they’re changes, darn it! (Boy, we’re whiny consumers aren’t we?)

Say you're aiming for the middle, the 15-yr-demographic. Mass-market appeal is what's on the TV, in movies, and in the music surrounding us/them everyday. And most kids outside of Hogwarts don’t have spell books, cursed amulets, or evil sorcerers in homeroom with them. (Hmmm, maybe they should.) Most of the teen genre books are basically the author taking what's hip and on TV, and distilling it down to the salient elements. I'm surprised they don't sell product placement in those pages. (Or maybe they do, it's been awhile since I strolled down the teen aisle.)

Pop Culture, not the One Ring, rules them all.

Forget books for a second, look at just the products that are marketed to teens today. It's really gender-biased, all the way down the line. Boys in commercials have cars/bikes, action and sports stars, video games, angst-ridden comic book heroes and powerful anti-heroes. Girls are targeted for make-up, cheerleading, pop starlets, teen hunks, and ultra-cool, omni-texting cell phones so they can gab all the time and everywhere. And never underestimate the power of peer-pressure and the “I-want-what-they-haves” in this age group.

Eowyn who? I wanna be like Paris Hilton, she has cool stuff!

And adult fiction is much the same, don’t get me wrong. You have the wildly popular Chick Lit genre. (See Bridget Jones in all her Ya-Ya glory!) And there are the wildly popular action/thrillers. (Paging Mr. Tom Clancy, the President would like you to tell him how to stop the terrorists now.) There is the legal/medical/cop genre, but as those jobs are gender-biased to begin with (an entirely different rant altogether), it’s obvious who the majority of those protagonists are going to be.

The powerful, female, solo adventurer is still mostly constrained to the sci-fi, fantasy, and horror genres. They can get away with greater gender equity because the characters are placed in un-reality where the "normal" rules don't apply. But sci-fi/fantasy doesn’t (and unfortunately never will) have the audience to be economically anything other than a niche product.

And adults are usually targeted for niche products, not teens. We control the income, and we demand the supply, and we don’t care what the other kids are reading.

There are exceptions that prove the rule and smack everyone upside the head, and say “Look at me! You don’t see me often, but I’m really fun at parties!”

Harry Potter took off in the teen/adult world, and, strictly speaking, it shouldn’t have. Initially at least, it was exclusively distributed as a kid’s book, and so far as kid’s books go, it was a very depressing premise. Can you imagine the full series pitch? “Orphaned boy with a horrible family makes some new friends at a new school, but a savage murderer comes back to life, and he kills lots of people. The lead character will get a Godfather, but he’s gonna have to go on the lam- he’s a convicted murderer who turns into a dog occasionally. You like it?”

But the kids weren’t scared of it, and the darkness that would have killed most any other book in the kid’s section, saved it because it made it palatable to adults.

People who might not normally pick up a "kids book," grabbed this one by word of mouth. (I know I did.) The marketing folks picked up on this quickly, but it was (and actually still is) marketed mostly to the kids. It’s the same with the “Series of Unfortunate Events” books. (Or the Golden Compass, The Chronicles of Narnia….)

It’s a very sticky wicket. These genre-busters, the ones that light the world on fire, they all pull elements from all over the board; they have to, it’s a matter of literary survival. Male/female, happy/sad, action/emotion, it’s all there. What would be the kiss of death and a betrayal of their home genre becomes their only salvation by pulling in the readers of other genres. And the further away from your genre, the wider you have to cast your net for replacements. The hitch is to pull enough from the outside to replace what fell off behind you. And for every successful Harry, there are hundreds of Toms and Dicks out there that have fallen by the wayside.

I think it’s what Neomoniker was referring to about the darkness, Butterfly. The character concept is solid and definitely not cliché. But because it’s not what you normally see, the darkness would pull in some boys to replace the girls who won’t care for an adventuresome heroine.

Soooo, the answer is still, no, I don’t think there are any/many examples of the type of character you’re looking for, at least not that have hit big in the world as it is now. But it doesn’t mean that I don’t think there can’t be, or that there shouldn’t be.

People do win the lottery, after all. It’s what keeps the rest of us playing. So if you need any help scratching off any tickets, let me know.

Sunday, April 02, 2006

More artsy stuff to look at.

Comfused.com has some of the BEST sidewalk art I have ever seen. Check it out.

Friday, March 24, 2006

Ug

It's all kinda one big, sucking, vortex of blurry blah right now. My life, that is.
We still don't have a replacement for our last work casualty, the builder is still running that freaking promotion that's upped our workload to the breaking point. (And spring's the busiest time of year anyway...) My boss threatened to write her own letter of resignation, and I just want to crawl under my desk and hide. Hide A Lot!

Monday, March 06, 2006

Icon War

Icon War

Ever wonder what your computer desktop does when you're not there?
Hee...

Friday, March 03, 2006

It's a sign!!!

I don't get it.
So every morning I drive to work and on my way there's a sign. No, not a sign from God- a road sign.
"Guardrail Damage Ahead"
First time I thought, wow, someone must've really nailed one and maybe pushed it into the road. But I get to the guardrail in question, and it's only dented. It's barely bent enough to make room for the little orange cone in front of the bend.
So I drive on thinking, maybe the sign is a warning 'cause they're going to have workers out later today fixing it.
Weeks pass. I mean weeks. And there's still this huge sign with an itty-bitty dent. No change whatsoever. (Well at some point, the old cone was stolen/removed and they put out a shiny new one, but you get my point.)
And you know how once you notice something, you see it everywhere? Yeah, same here. All these big signs warning of damage of varying kinds. Having half of the entire rail ripped from the ground merits the same signage as the itty-bitty ding.
Some rails get repaired, some are still damaged, but there are always signs. "Signs, signs, everywhere the signs, blocking up the city and-" um, where was I?
Ah- yes! And I'm wondering- why?
Do they think we're going to drive safer if we know the guardrail's damaged? If that's the case, than all these signs I see are crying wolf. For every serious damage zone I see, there are easily a dozen dingy little dings. And if those dings are enough the damage the structural integrity of the guardrails, then we have more problems than we thought we did.
And it the city's soooo concerned with guardrail damage, why don't they fix them faster? Or do they just fix them when they go to put out another sign and realize they've run out?
It's not a hole in the ground, or a bump in the road that I'm gonna hit every time I go by. (Or at least one would hope I don't hit them everyday, right?) It's just a ding, a dent, I see worse damage from hailstorms.
(sigh) I just don't get it.

Friday, February 24, 2006

wasted beauty



This is site is, well, kinda creepy. There's a wistful/funeral musicical theme on every page and sound effects for much of the artwork. It's subtle- not over-the-top creepy music that some pages hit you over the head with. You page navigation is done by crushing little flowers on the right, and clicking on dewy spider strands on the left.
The artwork itself is haunting. It's dark overtones remind me of Edward Gorey and some of the artwork from the "Scary Stories To Tell In The Dark" book series. Very E.A. Poe. I love it! I wish there were more. Luckily, there are downloads available, so grab 'em up!
My only complaint is size- on my current little screen it's almost impossible to make out any of the lettering while I'm navigating. (Maybe when my new monitor gets here, sigh...)
It's perfect for the mood I've been in this week.

(Ed. 3-6-06 Looks much better with the bigger screen, but it's still kinda small.)

Thursday, February 23, 2006

Checking in

For those of you keeping score at home it's now Me 5- Office 1. I have now officially outlasted 5 of the seven people that have worked in this office since I began almost three years ago. One assistant and four account managers later (#4 just put in her notice), and I'm still here. So is my boss.

I've decided that the other account manager position is akin to the defense Against Dark Arts Position at Hogwarts. A revolving roster of professionals with varying levels of experience, different reasons for being there, vastly different working styles..... and a short life span.


Hopefully, our Regional Manager will hire someone quickly. They don't make time-turners in the Muggle world, and the mortgage business can't run on house-elves. (Although I think the Gringott's Goblins would make mincemeat out of out more finicky customers!)


(Sigh) It makes the inner crocodiles very angry- luckily Netflix is sending me many violent, action-y movies to feed them with. (Snap-crunch!)


In other news- I really like my jewelry classes. I'll try and get some pics up on flicker as I finish some more pieces. In the meantime- a friend of mine just got hitched. There are bachelorette party pics- no strippers, but my roommates and I had to dress as men, and there are some wedding pics up. Enjoy!


And, in a move that has overjoyed a certain friend of mine, I have joined the entertaining World of WarCraft
. And in an attempt to meet all expectations- I am getting my butt kicked- seriously- I am not that great at this. (See, I'm trying to steal an egg from this cave filled with spiders, but they keep chasing me and killing me, and then they hang around my corpse so when I finally get back from the graveyard and resurrect myself they just kill me again, and, um where was I?) But what the heck- it's a learning curve, right? And I get to kill things (when they're not killing me) and that makes the crocs happy. And when the crocs are happy- I'm happy.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Ahem, we're splitting our focus...

In deference to a friend, I am making a statement obout a blog change. I have decided to multi-task. (Not that I don't already, but what-the-hey.)

There is now a separate blog for my rantings on media, entertainment,and all things mass-marketed. Check the Birds of a Feather list to the side, or hit the link to TeleRaven, my other version of me.

Yes, my ego is very healthy- thank you for asking.

For now, my more political and personal rantings will remain here. (Although the politics may migrate, it could be that time of year...)

Tuesday, January 03, 2006

Look what I found!


I found a nickel on the ground upon my return from my lunch break. I remember when that would have made my entire day.
My parents and I would make it a game when we went out. I'd walk through parking lots and over sidewalks with my head down, scanning every inch of the ground in front of me, determined to see a coin (any coin) before my Dad picked it up.
It was nice to have some of that feeling back this afternoon, if only for a little while.