Putting Lipstick on Pigs

Here’s what you need to know about me: I love putting lipstick on pigs.

It was about four years ago when I was first introduced to Tara Gilesbie’s My Immortal. If you’ve never heard of it, allow me to clue you in. My Immortal is widely considered the worst piece of fanfiction ever written. Ostensibly set in the Harry Potter universe, it follows Ebony Dark’ness Dementia Raven Way, an anti-establishment vampire witch, as she adventures at Hogwarts and uncovers dark forces at work.  At least, that’s what the summary would sound like if the fanfiction were actually any good. A more honest synopsis is “she wears such gothic clothes and looks so hot and goes to a million My Chemical Romance concerts and has to seduce Voldemort and everyone loves her”.

It’s so bad. I thought I was ready for its level of badness when I began reading it, but I was wrong. I don’t think anyone can be prepared for its level of badness. My Immortal is an affront to decency. It’s abhorrent.

Which is why, as soon as I’d finished reading it, I wanted nothing more than to put it on my Kindle. Continue reading

Depression Header

Throughout the month of August, I'm aiming to write 25 blog posts. This is post #14 of 25. Find them all in the "blogathon 2014" category.

[Content note: depression, anxiety, mental illness, suicide, disordered eating]

Depression/Anxiety is a normal thing. You don’t need to medicate it. It’s part of life and a beautiful part at that. There are circumstances in our world that are extremely sad and depressing. As a human, it’s an honorable thing to allow oneself to feel that.
The Polish Ambassador

No.

No, I’m sorry, I can’t let this be.

A friend of mine posted this quote on Facebook the other day. It comes from The Polish Ambassador, an electronic musician also known as David Sugalski. Over the years, I’ve lost much of my interest in bickering on Facebook, so I didn’t raise my objections there, but I have serious problems with this quote, and I can’t just let them go unvoiced. Continue reading

Blogathon doge

I’m going to try something ridiculous.

I’ve been wanting for a while to blog more. No surprise. I think just about every amateur blogger regularly looks at their front page and thinks, “Damn, I should blog more.” I’ve said it myself, numerous times. But this time, I’m going to do something about it, and that something is a blogathon.

Here’s my goal: between 12:00 am (my time) on August 1st, 2014, and 11:59 pm on August 31st, I will write and publish 25 new posts here on the blog. That’s it. No rules about content or length—these could be 25 posts about anything (and I fully expect there to be some oddballs in there). But 25 posts.

It’s a little intimidating. 25 is a big number—that means if I stick to a pattern of one post a day, I’ll have less than one week of wiggle room. In fact, when I started writing this post, I intended to set my sights on 20, because it seemed easier and totally doable. Then I realized this was one of those situations where I could sit back and be comfortable, or really push myself into scary territory. I don’t get those very often, so I figured I probably owed it to myself to do the scary thing.

If you want to help out, send me a question or a prompt! I initially asked for questions on Facebook, expecting personal things like “What’s a time you were horribly, embarrassingly wrong?” or “How do you feel about mortality?” or “What do you want to do with your life?” Instead, I got some really deep philosophical questions. Those are rad too, I suppose. Whatever floats your boat. At any rate, go to that link and submit your questions for me, and I may or may not answer them.

The last time I tried something even vaguely like this was NaNoWriMo 2013, when I set off trying to write a 50,000-word novel and never made it past 5,437 words. I soon found that I had too much going on in my life to prioritize writing 1,667 words a day, especially since I write at a snail’s pace. Will that happen with this goal? Will trying to write 6-7 posts a week overwhelm me and burn me out?

I sure hope not, but there’s really only one way to find out.


Shiba photograph by Atsuko Sato.