Obligatory International Women's Day Celebration Post

What I'd Like To Be Doing:

• Posting about #KONY2012 and wondering what this says about [THING] (glittering tinsel of neo-colonialism and neo-militarism yayy)
  
• Rereading Ethan of Athos (yet another Bujold book) for the lulz perhaps, because it was supposed to be about uterine replicators and monasticism, and wondering about uterine replicators (and privilege, and access, and guiltily about dying in birth and its current reality)
  
• Posting about what I learned about feminism in the last year
  
• Posting about stupidity and control in that birth control debate (not a very good R. Catholic, I know), of which somehow the readers of Charles Stross' blog have somehow concluded that there are some people who like control over women (this much is obvious) and that some prominent people have BDSM tendencies, or something
  
• Starting Internet memes, or at least adding to the humour on the Internet.
  

What I'll Actually Be Doing:

• Writing about "The Boat" and cadeaux salés du sang and MacLeod and global vs local and values et cetera
  
• [SOMETHING ABOUT HITLER] - Modern History student, remember?
  
• Humanity in Frankenstein and Blade Runner! More fun times ahead!
  
• And of course, thankfully anaesthetic maths. Not soporific, hopefully, but nicely anaesthetic.
  

Of course, things could always be worse - one could be an abused traumatised kidnapped enslaved Ugandan child soldier, or are they not in Uganda anymore? (no demeaning of problems in Central Africa intended, but dodgy charity campaigns...)

In which I post like a demented ferret on speeeeeeeed (unedited, for the most part)

Meaning, in general, inchoate squeeing because I'm posting at 1:30 am without WYSIWYG.
(Yes, I did in fact watch that episode of House. That part was memorable.)

Since this blog might as well be entirely squee and snark and no-one, least of all myself, could tell the difference, I started a more serious blog at http://purpleshift.wordpress.com/ , wherein I do [something, God knows what]. I am not, however, suggesting that this blog is now automatically funny because it is now definitely random & personal.

I honestly cannot believe that I have not previously used a "holidays" tag.

Posted 27/02/2012, 21:13

For The Great & Glorious Advance Of Science!

Or, Whenever I Read Somebodies Elses' "I Extremely Dislike This Behaviour" Posts Where They Direct Their Anger At Particular People WITHOUT NAMING SAID PERSON, My First Instinct Is To Think It's About Me And Offer To Grovel Vociferously (which is why I name the person I'm directing my anger against, in an Austenian or Brontëist manner)
Or, Sometimes I Feel I Deserved October Last Year (in a cosmically just &/or masochistic manner)
Or, Kick Dichotomies To The Curb And Go Beyond The Impossible! (in a manner that is an inverted & twisted parody of Tenga Toppen Gurren Lagann)
Or, Ethical Mad Scientists Are Not Oxymoronic (much like the content below the cut)

THIS IS OBVIOUSLY & BLATANTLY UNFINISHED BUT I NEED THE TAGS

Cut for a "meme" (well, the questions spread memetically...) shamelessly stolen from Shelley. Bolded italic text originally Shelley's, vanilla text mine.

Over-Prescriptive, Over-Prohibitive, & Over-There: SOPA & PIPA

Or, But I Don't Want To Go Cold Turkey On My Fanfic & My Torrents (not that I contribute to any)
Or, HAHAHA I'm Not A USofA Citizen You Can't Block Me HA HA HA HA HA (to be sung to the tune of a childish tune)

This blog post is currently being researched - in the meantime, the original bills are SOPA here and PIPA here.
If you're wondering why this is being posted now, when I haven't done my research, is so that some tags will appear in my tag list/you know that I'm not dead and I haven't forgotten this blog/this blog will be shut down & I can sue the US for fame and money (ah, the motivations of men)/I will have a reason to do this. For a preview, read the tags, though at the moment, they're not much help.
Also, I bet that I could write Rule 34 for this if I could be bothered, and it'd be absolute shit.

(What Do You Do With) The Problem With Writing Original Fiction For The HSC

Or, And now David isn't the only one to have publicly updated within the last 8 months
In Which I Struggle Not To Dismiss Frankenstein As Badfic, I Read Too Many Yuletide Fanfics, & I Succeed In My "Acquire A 2012 Diary" Quest

The problem with writing an original short story for the summer English assignment is "what do you do when the plot bunny only ever visits with crossover fanfic ideas that sound like they were written on crack?" (For actual examples from this past year, see the next post, pretty much.) Anyone with ideas is welcome to chime in, in the comments.

As you may have noticed on Twitter, I have invested in a kikki.k diary for the coming year(it was on sale, and it was pretty, and I saw Yun or Gina with one last year, and it has a notebook and other things). I've already started using it, and hopefully this'll stick.

And good God, preserve me from the horrors of reading my diary from years gone by, I understand why no one wants to read the assorted dreck of teenage girls. It's horrible.

The rest has been moved to its own post for whining and condoning possible copyright infringements (i.e. talking about fan fiction in a non-negative light)

PSA: Qu'est-ce que c'est? - Now in ACTUAL FRENCH!

Well, for most of the time. That is, when it's actually created.
http://frenchprelim2011.wikispaces.com/Qu%27est-ce+que+c%27est%3F+-+A+page+by+Helen+T.

Also, I've posted the post on Connors and that infamous, poorly chosen "prostitutes" line, after deciding it was much funnier unedited: http://what-is-it-that-it-is.blogspot.com/2011/02/not-quite-polemic-more-off-topic.html

End Of The Line

That's it. Show's over, now bugger off. You're not going to get any sarcastic, biting commentary on any more of Connor's draconian policies, because I'm in the middle of a bad mental breakdown and I've contemplated suicide at least 10 times today, and there's not a single "lol jks" to be found in the entirety of this post other than that one occurrence.
Fuck, I hate my life.