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I just wanted to thank y'all for keeping the movie discussion as civil as it mostly managed to be. It extended over two entries, the general movie discussion and then "Let me recap the discussion of this one line" entry; as of this writing, I have gotten a grand total of eight hundred and one (801) comments in response, 336 on the second, more specific entry alone. One of the reasons I posted that entry, despite severe feelings of dread and anxiety, was that I have a major problem worrying about Omg What Will People Think of Me for pretty much literally (literally) everything I do or say. Online, offline, everything. It might be the root of all other anxieties I have, in fact. So I thought, maybe this would be a good exercise in saying what I think and then just rolling with the reactions and working on caring but not caring, you know?

I kind of feel like I've had a colonic now. ( Read more... )

So, I'm mostly posting this to say that I'm all tapped out and have said everything I have to say about ten times over to a hundred different people and won't be replying to any more comments on those two entries. (Or to @ comments on Twitter. In fact, I think I'm going to filter "quim" right off TweetDeck.) I promise you, just about any point you would like to make has very likely already been made, and you can probably find my response to pretty much anything you can think of if you look long enough. I'm leaving comments open for other people to keep discussing, since I know the entry's being linked around again. I will read new comments and continue to moderate as necessary, but I won't actually be contributing further to the overall discussion, having already had a hundred tiny ones. Thanks for being cool.

(I would also appreciate any discussion of The Avengers staying on those two entries and not this one. I will freeze any discussion of The Avengers here because I am tired. I'm not even sure what anyone would even want to say on this post, but didn't want to just outright disable comments. Here's Jim Hines' follow-up, Criticizing Our Fandoms, as well.)


ETA: WELP, IT'S CLOSED. I think we had that discussion for like four or five days straight and I am pretty sure that is the first time I have ever locked comments on an entire entry, so mark it down in the record books. Still got something to say, take it to your own blogs and journals, godspeed.

Since people got worried about me not posting over the weekend--I'm fine. Getting some writing done tonight, gonna try to go do some stuff this weekend, will probably post a proper entry of some kind (linkspam or otherwise) soon. I just may start taking a day off from posting now and then. I had that six-month streak and all, but it's getting nice out and it would probably do me good to get away some. So.

Oh, and I've got my ticket for Star Trek. I promise nothing, however, particularly since it's getting great reviews and those are generally pretty hard to write about.

So I've started using this date planner thing. You get a fairly spacious column for each day, so I've started writing down what I did--after the fact, because my life isn't interesting enough for reminders of what I'm supposed to be doing--and observations on health, mental and physical, in case documentation should be useful later. So your average day might read something like, "[Sister Girl] came over. Walked dogs. Cranky. Headache. Garbage playlist. Worked most of day on [project.] Linkspam. Laundry. Weird dream about popsicles." I have a hard time remembering to actually journal (my private journal, I mean) in full sentences and all, so if I ever need to blow off steam, I've got a quick record of stuff I actually did for reference--or I can skip over that entirely and just ramble.

(And hey, I can also use it to document any new ideas I have--if I ever need to go back and say, "I came up with it on this date," I'll be able to.)

Here's the thing: for me, the real purpose of keeping a date book--a diary--is to help me keep the days from sliding by unused. I have this terrible habit of letting the days drift by in a haze of unproductivity; my current fear is that I'm going to open my eyes and discover that it's June. It's like mountain climbers with their stakes--I feel like I'm staking each day in place to make sure it doesn't slide away, and maybe it'll push me to do more so I'll have something to write down.

... Except for today, in which I am too tired to do linkspam. Maybe I'll do it late tonight, I don't know. It's just been one of those days.

ETA: Some quick pictures of my planner: