The second of many, I think. :P

[teddog]

[15:17] hwilde1912: Frank> Let's have an orgy!
Kitty> Like, yeah, really!
Joel> Are the Keebler elves coming? Or... cumming?
Bonnie> You bastard! :::weeps:::
Mike> :::like another airhead::: But I wanna cuddle! Like, really! Phsaw!
Clay> First, let me come up with a brilliant, insane plot to make everyone want to have sex constantly with everything that has a pulse!
[15:17] hwilde1912: KITT> I'm human! I want to completely have sexx0rz!
[15:18] hwilde1912: OMG, Rach. We're going to BURN IN HELL FOR THIS!
[15:18] CommanderTeddog: Good. We can get a condo there.
[15:18] hwilde1912: My soul. It has expired.
[15:18] hwilde1912: It is gone, alas, and never to return.
[15:18] hwilde1912: Enrico> Damn.

More of it here.

Later:

[15:35] CommanderTeddog: .... man, office talk gets nasty.
[15:35] hwilde1912: Eh?
[15:36] CommanderTeddog: Whenever we chat at work, this happens.
[15:36] hwilde1912: I don't think we've ever reached this level before.
[15:36] CommanderTeddog: ::nodnods:: This is a new level of... something....
[15:36] hwilde1912: It's like crossing into uncharted territory, and finding the sickness that lurks in the hearts of man.
[15:36] hwilde1912: And slashy fangirls.
[15:36] CommanderTeddog: And fangirls.
[15:36] hwilde1912: ::grins::
[15:37] CommanderTeddog: You're in my brain against. :D
[15:37] CommanderTeddog: *Again
[15:37] CommanderTeddog: Look, you broke it too. This is why I can't have nice things.
[15:37] hwilde1912: LOL!!
[15:39] hwilde1912: Okay, enough. Blaaaah.

Even LATER:

[15:45] hwilde1912: Oh, it wouldn't. It's just trying to crawl back out of Hell and back into salvation.
[15:46] CommanderTeddog: ... I'm now thinking of a twisted version of Dante's Inferno. Enrico as Virgil and Nance as Beatrice.
[15:47] hwilde1912: ::chuckles:: I'm more wondering if the slashy fangirls will quietly seethe to themselves that we dare parody them.
[15:48] CommanderTeddog: I hope we didn't fuel the fire.
[15:49] hwilde1912: I doubt it. I think it's pretty obvious that it's a parody.
[15:49] hwilde1912: Like...
[15:50] CommanderTeddog: Subtext = Buttsex, though. ::frowns::
[15:52] CommanderTeddog: Damnit. Last thing we need is ShadowKnight suddenly with little kitty ears
[15:53] hwilde1912: BrainBreak Theater Presents: Brokeback Satellite!

Act I:
Clay> I must recapture Joel and send him back to the SOL. Because if I do that, it will completely ruin the premise for my experiment and force two heterosexual Midwestern males to throw aside all of their repressed Midwestern upbringing and have wild monkey sex! That will give me the opportunity to have wild monkey sex with that gorgeous male model Frank, who has a body like a butterball turkey and that's unbearably appealing to me, though the fact that me bottoming would result in suffocation!

Act II:
Joel> :::holding Mike's jumpsuit to his face:: I don't know why I can't quit you!
Mike> :::about to hang himself from the ceiling::: I don't know why I would give up my strongly right-wing leanings and church-going philosophy in order to give you the opportunity to 'start' me to begin with!
[15:54] CommanderTeddog: OMFG You've lost it.
[15:54] hwilde1912: Yes. I have. Please, put one between my eyes so that I might be put out of my misery.
[15:54] hwilde1912: ...but you have to admit. It is funny, in a very satirical way.
[15:56] CommanderTeddog: Yep.

Comments

[msp-hacker.livejournal.com]

I'd rather sound incomptent - which I already do, I suppose - than feel horrible about prying into people's lives, whether I am breaching their privacy or not.

As to the libratraian!Mike, I'm sure he exists somewhere, if not as a strict interpretation of cannon, then as cannon-suggested alternate universe. Regular Cannon Post-SOL Mike is probably Democratic - being that he lives in the city and not the 'burbs or rural eastern Wisconsin, which tend to be more republican than the city areas or rural western Wisconsin.

[commanderteddog.livejournal.com]

I'd rather sound incomptent - which I already do, I suppose - than feel horrible about prying into people's lives, whether I am breaching their privacy or not.

... yet you're on Livejournal?

But the issue is that you aren't prying into someone's personal life by reading an interview and pulling out information. It's like... okay, last semester I research CityTV for college and poked around in interviews with Moses Znaimer and Allan Waters and their business lives. I could have taken the easy route and used the popular idea that Moses Znaimer is really God of Canadian media or at least CHUM, which is seriously what kids in Southern Ontario are raised to think. However, after digging through interviews, you find out that Allan Waters as been pulling the strings for a very long time. The difference between being incompetent or not there is a matter of having a paper that has vapour content or a discussion that has merit.

The info is out there. The writers/actors/whatever decided for it to be out there, or else they wouldn't mention it to the public.

Commander Rick's my main and usual example (excuse me for bringing him up again). It's clear Rick is from the Toronto area; there is no other excuse for all the Toronto references that he makes. Surprise, surprise, Rick Green lives in the area too. Toronto is a real place. I'm going to look like a total ass if I write "Then Rick rounded the corner of King and Queen, storming south through Chinatown and up the 50 steps to TVOntario's front door, coming face to face with Enrico." Yeah. That whole passage was bullshit; King and Queen are parallel, Chinatown and TVOntario are far away from each other and the entrance to TVOntario is on the first floor, maybe up 5 steps at most. I'd rather know what I'm talking about than sound like an idiot.

And you can't blame me that my local subway stop is UNDER TVOntario, so I pass it every time I go out. That isn't prying, that's just good fangirl luck.

[msp-hacker.livejournal.com]

The Brains made it public information in the first place so I don't care if others don't read it. I just don't like reading them because it makes me feel odd.

I'm not saying that I hold others to these standards, and I don't attempt to. I just do what feels right for me in this case, which is that I chose not to read the interviews. I do read everything else out there.

And yes, I still feel werid about reading about others' lives on livejournal.

[commanderteddog.livejournal.com]

It just comes across as a very odd standard, especially from viewed from the point of view of a person who lives on the study of pop culture.

To be honest, I felt "odd" about reading interviews of people I respected for a long time. Like, Marshall McLuhan, for an extreme example. However, when I got in touch with my emotions, it turned out to be both:

A) I was misreading extreme giddiness. As in, couch bouncing fangirl giddiness. I was embarrassed to fangirl things, mostly because I was scared to be happy because of...
B) Shyness. I was scared that the Powers That Be would have something against me, even though I had great respect for them.

This was back at a time when I was extremely self conscious, which is not now. I was scared of people seeing Signal Loss in general; now I think it's a hoot that I get fan mail or that someone joining my Red Green fanlisting thinks I'm a staff member on the show. It also helps that I've had time to grow up and stand on my own two feet. In the past, I would have been scared to be in the same room as Mr. Green. Now, I'm going to see him on stage and I'm going to damn well enjoy it.

[slwatson.livejournal.com]

I'd rather sound incomptent - which I already do, I suppose - than feel horrible about prying into people's lives, whether I am breaching their privacy or not.

Do you watch the news? Read the newspaper? Then you're prying into people's lives every day, if we were to go by your definition of 'prying'. I'm certainly not booking a ticket to Saint Paul to track these guys down, but I figure their public interviews on public websites are absolutely fair game.

Regular Cannon Post-SOL Mike is probably Democratic - being that he lives in the city and not the 'burbs or rural eastern Wisconsin, which tend to be more republican than the city areas or rural western Wisconsin.

Either or, he's probably like 90% of other Middle Americans, and that would be a moderate. The Alternate Universe theory means anything (even something really outlandish) is possible -- the question is all about probabilities.

Eh, it's been a bad night. Political discussion over.
Eh.

[msp-hacker.livejournal.com]

I'm mearly saying that I feel uncomfertable reading interviews - especially MJN interviews. I'm not saying that anyone is stalking anyone else, it's just one of the things that I don't like to do so I don't do it.

And now I'm done.

[slwatson.livejournal.com]

I'm mearly saying that I feel uncomfertable reading interviews - especially MJN interviews. I'm not saying that anyone is stalking anyone else, it's just one of the things that I don't like to do so I don't do it.

Why? Is it because he makes it clear many times over that he's not only happily married, but has sons as well? That he believes in God, goes to church, helps his wife organize Sunday school classes?

It's funny that you would pick Michael's articles and interviews to get edgy about. It's a lot harder to write slash about someone who has such an overtly normal lifestyle, and is obviously happy in it, isn't it? Sure, with Joel or Trace, you don't hear about their home lives -- Joel's not married, Trace maybe is but he doesn't confirm it anywhere -- but Michael is proud of his family. Proud to be Midwestern, proud to have sons, proud of his wife. And while you can argue (and to some degree, it is true) that characters and actors are entirely separate... with that little cow-town puppet show, the lines are far more blurred than they are in most other TV series.

I think that it bothers you to read that because it's much easier to pretend in your little world that all of them are entirely slashable, and if you don't have *context*, you can pretend that there's subtext everywhere. Except, there is context. And there are a whole lot of us out here who pay very close attention to that context. And that context pretty much negates your entire view of the characters involved.

I also think some part of you knows all of this, and it drives you crazy. You call yourself an 'unrepentant slasher', yet you wouldn't try to defend yourself if you were truly 'unrepentant'. You would just 'la la la' and pretend that your critics don't exist, and your happy world comprises solely of those who're like you.

Likewise, I think part of you worries that the BBIers would come across your work. Heck, even I've wondered what they would think if they came across mine. I came to the conclusion that they would probably find it amusing (and maybe silly or pathetic) that I took a little cow-town puppet show so seriously. But I do know that, chances are, they wouldn't be deeply offended by anything that I wrote... and might even think some of it's not too bad.

I don't think you could say the same.

I didn't believe you were impossibly irredeemable as an author, even though slash in MST3K makes me want to pull a Fargo -- I was willing to give you a chance. I tried to explain to you why empathy was so important, to wit you kept giving me reasons as to why you couldn't show empathy towards the characters you write. I tried to explain to you why research is so important, and you still try to bullshit your way through. That's a very shoddy way to go through life, and especially through writing.

You don't have to answer to me. In fact, you don't really have to answer to anyone -- you could just keep writing half-assed, without bothering with empathy or research. And in five or ten years, when you've faded off of the internet and perhaps lived a little more life, all of those tales of yours won't even be memories. The public has a short memory for substandard work.

And all of the authors who did care -- Paula, Mike, Beth, and yours truly -- will still be out there, still read, still remembered.

In the end, I don't think any of this will sink in. Either you'll pull a flash of sixteen-year-old rebellion and say, "How dare she?!" or you'll pay me lipservice which translates to, "Yeah, whatever." Or, you'll whine back with the ever faithful, "I only do this for fun, I don't care what you say." Which is fine. You don't have to care.

But I still do care. I've been meaning to say this to you for quite some time; and now I have. Whether or not it bounces off, sinks in or otherwise isn't my problem. It's off my chest now.