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May. 16th, 2006 09:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
spokeAOL shutting down a call center.
That would be my Dad, and his wife. He says they're getting job placement assistance and everything, so they're not too worried.
Meanwhile, he called me yesterday and asked if I could drive him to an appointment - he's getting lasik eye surgery done. ...I am torn between the squee and being happy for him, and plain old jealousy. Which means while waiting to drive him home from this, I shall have to pester the lovely office people for information. Although I can't remember how long he's going to be paying, I know Dad said he's on a payment plan of something like $200 a month?
So if I use my tax refund next year, and if the Wal-Mart bonus is any good (which it wan't, this year x.x ) ...maybe next year? I wish I hope I'd love to get rid of my bloody glasses I already need a new exam because I think something went wrong with the last one but I'm a horrible chicken when it comes to doctors? :PPP
*covet!*
I have had the weirdest feeling the past few days, like I'm floating on the surface of myself and I have no idea what's down there. Weirdly empty, in spite of the fact that I've been doing better about getting things done - or maybe I'm getting things done in an attempt to counter it?
It occurred to me while typing up an old piece of Coldfire fic, what has been bothering me about the fandom. The women get completely ignored or underestimated - the one time I suggested a different path the story might have taken, I was causally shot down because 'Jenseny is unstable'. Well what the hell, so is Tarrant and it never stopped him! Never mind it is established that surviving is Jenseny's strongest character trait, the girl was raised to be a fighter in her outlook on life, even if her Dad did goof on some of the specifics. (I tend to cut the guy some slack because while most of us realize we're going to die someday, there aren't so many who actively plan for it. Falls under the 'who knew it was going to happen now' category.)
Although another problem is that a chief attraction of the story is the screwed-up, quasi-religious relationship between Damien and Gerald - modern priest meets the fallen founder of his religion (and personal idol except for that whole going-to-the-dark-side thing. XD Damien was so screwed going into this.) and great. Typing that, I realize we only get one marginal look at a woman in this religion. And she's a war-captain, I'd need to go hunt down the books to remember more. Otherwise, it might as well be a walled city - the men are inside the Church of the Unification, and the women are outsiders.
Ha, the women are all outsiders and more psychologically sound, the men are insiders of various states of screwed up. I mean. Damien is the most stable, admirable guy there - really, really my sort of hero, in that he is a healer who is actually on his path because he wants to do good in the world, and help people, and not - well... Wheee! Swords! :P (Note that I would probably be Wheee! Swords! myself, so....)
Then you've got Gerald Tarrant, who essentially designed a religious framework to deal with the 'magic'/local evolutionary force that's slowly changing humanity - while himself being a product of that change. It's like a virus setting out to find a cure for itself. Never mind the various ugly speculations possible about his childhood, considering what he admits himself is pretty bad. Never mind the strain of an intelligent and reasonable well meaning, moral person setting out to help his people! - and having that thrown in his face. There's just not much that goes well here, in the long run.
The Patriarch. Major spoiler. Rather like Gerald, only without the self-awareness that let the former know these things about himself without going completely stark raving - instead, this one copes in a manner rather like dubbed Seto Kaiba. "La la la, I can't hear you!" Also he's a stuck up, self righteous, arrogant prick - but I'm not sure that's really reflective of his sanity. More like his personality sucks.
Gah, I want to do fiction for this. Girl-fic, dammit. Except I'm trying to work on something else, and I suspect I'm trying to distract myself from that too. And so I make my lonely little notes for later, and my ranties, and then back to it.
Is it the weekend yet already?!
That would be my Dad, and his wife. He says they're getting job placement assistance and everything, so they're not too worried.
Meanwhile, he called me yesterday and asked if I could drive him to an appointment - he's getting lasik eye surgery done. ...I am torn between the squee and being happy for him, and plain old jealousy. Which means while waiting to drive him home from this, I shall have to pester the lovely office people for information. Although I can't remember how long he's going to be paying, I know Dad said he's on a payment plan of something like $200 a month?
So if I use my tax refund next year, and if the Wal-Mart bonus is any good (which it wan't, this year x.x ) ...maybe next year? I wish I hope I'd love to get rid of my bloody glasses I already need a new exam because I think something went wrong with the last one but I'm a horrible chicken when it comes to doctors? :PPP
*covet!*
I have had the weirdest feeling the past few days, like I'm floating on the surface of myself and I have no idea what's down there. Weirdly empty, in spite of the fact that I've been doing better about getting things done - or maybe I'm getting things done in an attempt to counter it?
It occurred to me while typing up an old piece of Coldfire fic, what has been bothering me about the fandom. The women get completely ignored or underestimated - the one time I suggested a different path the story might have taken, I was causally shot down because 'Jenseny is unstable'. Well what the hell, so is Tarrant and it never stopped him! Never mind it is established that surviving is Jenseny's strongest character trait, the girl was raised to be a fighter in her outlook on life, even if her Dad did goof on some of the specifics. (I tend to cut the guy some slack because while most of us realize we're going to die someday, there aren't so many who actively plan for it. Falls under the 'who knew it was going to happen now' category.)
Although another problem is that a chief attraction of the story is the screwed-up, quasi-religious relationship between Damien and Gerald - modern priest meets the fallen founder of his religion (and personal idol except for that whole going-to-the-dark-side thing. XD Damien was so screwed going into this.) and great. Typing that, I realize we only get one marginal look at a woman in this religion. And she's a war-captain, I'd need to go hunt down the books to remember more. Otherwise, it might as well be a walled city - the men are inside the Church of the Unification, and the women are outsiders.
Ha, the women are all outsiders and more psychologically sound, the men are insiders of various states of screwed up. I mean. Damien is the most stable, admirable guy there - really, really my sort of hero, in that he is a healer who is actually on his path because he wants to do good in the world, and help people, and not - well... Wheee! Swords! :P (Note that I would probably be Wheee! Swords! myself, so....)
Then you've got Gerald Tarrant, who essentially designed a religious framework to deal with the 'magic'/local evolutionary force that's slowly changing humanity - while himself being a product of that change. It's like a virus setting out to find a cure for itself. Never mind the various ugly speculations possible about his childhood, considering what he admits himself is pretty bad. Never mind the strain of an intelligent and reasonable well meaning, moral person setting out to help his people! - and having that thrown in his face. There's just not much that goes well here, in the long run.
The Patriarch. Major spoiler. Rather like Gerald, only without the self-awareness that let the former know these things about himself without going completely stark raving - instead, this one copes in a manner rather like dubbed Seto Kaiba. "La la la, I can't hear you!" Also he's a stuck up, self righteous, arrogant prick - but I'm not sure that's really reflective of his sanity. More like his personality sucks.
Gah, I want to do fiction for this. Girl-fic, dammit. Except I'm trying to work on something else, and I suspect I'm trying to distract myself from that too. And so I make my lonely little notes for later, and my ranties, and then back to it.
Is it the weekend yet already?!
