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June 18th, 2009

meet the new boss

Posted by nora in personal, politics

I’m disenchanted.

I know, I know. He’s a politician, right? They never keep campaign promises.

But all of you know how this process goes. I saw Napolean Dynamite months after it had been out of theaters, after it became a cult phenomenon, knowing that it wouldn’t be as good as everyone said it would be. But I hoped, you know?

And then it turned out to just be okay. Overhyped, though.

And so it seemed that this was different. And I think it’s understandable that I wanted to believe all the buildup during the election. Fierce advocacy. And I know he’s doing better than McCain would’ve.

This is the other shoe that I knew would drop. But it still hurts like hell when you hit the ground, even if you’ve braced yourself for the fall. So today, I’m sad.

June 12th, 2009

after the bombs dropped

Posted by nora in art, comics, fiction, poetry, science fiction

Joey Comeau usually does get it right.

June 6th, 2009

so it seems I’m back

Posted by nora in politics

Happy Birthday, Griswold v. Conneticut.

March 6th, 2009

another link roundup

Posted by nora in art, fiction, zombies

Miss me? Go read some stuff. It will dull the ache a bit.

Ferrett: Lessons From Mr. Serena:

They started bringing toys – stink bombs they threw at me, snapped underneath my nose and forced me to smell. Twisted bits of black iron they called “scorpions” that sprang shut when they mashed it against my flesh. Some of them pretended to be my friend, simply so they could get me to say stupid things, which I always did.

If it was consistent, I probably would have grown numb. But some days they didn’t care. It was like an evil slot machine, where the jackpot was half an hour of shoving brutes.

Mur Lafferty: “Hey Now Everybody Now” (a part of her Fingertips project, which is brilliant even to people unfamiliar with the They Might Be Giants album that inspires it)

I rubbed his head affectionately, noting that his hair needed washing. Silly mother thoughts in the midst of a crisis - sure, we had a very real zombie situation, but I was worried someone would notice my son’s greasy hair.

“I know, baby,” I said. “Mommy can’t get you anything to eat right now, but soon. I promise.”

February 17th, 2009

“Why are you friends with the Mayor?” “So I can send him pokemon, duh!”

Posted by nora in internet drama, politics, wikiality

Some of you may remember when I began annoying the Mayor on Facebook.

Well, after posting one too many sarcastic remarks on his status updates, it seems he has defriended me. He also defriended my friend Devin, who suggested something that has since been deleted about how he can’t make the economic stimulus work for Albuquerque and he should have a drink and get caught running a stoplight instead.

Did I mention I have the best friends ever?

Oh well. I guess it could’ve been worse.

February 9th, 2009

of course he’s good in bed, he’s Edward Cullen

Posted by nora in fiction

Alright, so in most books that have sex scenes (I’m not talking about erotica or NC-17 fanfic or whatever, I’m talking about general books that feature sex), all the characters have really, really good sex. Every time. Even the first time. Including if both parties involved are virgins.

This is something that happens specifically in stories where characters lose their viriginities– the only story I’ve known that has a realistic portrayal was one of Orson Scott Card’s Earthwhatever novels*.

Impressionable children that are not learning about sex from porn and prefer to read something more romantically enclined are going to be learning about it from fiction. (Some people are going to learn about it from their friends, but very few HS students are willing to tell their friends that oh yeah they had sex for the first time last weekend and they were real bad at it.)

These unreasonable expectations are one of the byproducts of the weird angle society looks at sex, and, judging from conversations with friends as well as the gigantic piles of advice columns I read on a weekly basis, people go into sex expecting something very different from what they get. (This is people of both/all genders/orientations too.)

Society as a whole seems to have pretty much figured out that the non-sexual, romantic bits of love don’t work in the way they do in the movies, and girls don’t honestly have the expectation that boys are going to stand outside their windows with boom boxes to woo them.

So, here’s the question: Do authors have a responsibility to portray sex, particularly in loss of virginity scenes (and we’re seeing more and more of these in YA literature of all genres– if you don’t believe me, go pick up Little Brother by Cory Doctorow or Tamora Pierce’s The Will Of The Empress, which features both lesbians and casual straight sex), in a way that is more realistic than they do? Or is it like all parts of a story, where it’s okay to leave out the boring parts, since most of the time no one cares what the characters ate for breakfast and how often they poop?

Bonus: Is this different for YA authors as opposed to with everyone else? What about with people writing about gay characters?

*This terrifies me, because OSC is a batshit crazy homophobic asshat. Those books are actually the books of Mormon rewritten in scifi format. Not that that makes them any less well written, just… weird. Especially with how they deal with the gay character.

Disclaimer related to the title: I haven’t actually gotten far enough in the Twilight series to know if Edward Cullen is good in bed. I’m assuming. I mean, he sparkles.

February 5th, 2009

we’re bored to hear your heart still breaks

Posted by nora in personal

This is a public service announcement.

Okay, that’s a lie, this is a rant.

HEY GIRLS!

Does your man not understand you? Are you dropping hints the size of Ron Jeremy’s cock and he’s just not getting them?

It’s probably because you’re dropping hints and not actually telling him anything.

HEY BOYS!

Do girls not want to date you? Do you constantly spend time with girls but they don’t realize how you’re better for them than those jerks they’re dating? Do you wish they would realize that you’re worthier than those assholes?

Well, you probably aren’t, because you’re being dishonest by befriending them with the hope that they’ll eventually fall in love with you. Ask them out and get the fuck over it if they say no. (Having a difficult time in doing this? There is help.) A surprising amount of friendships actually survive this!

NOTE: Both of these actually apply to both genders. I’ve done them both. You get excused for them the first few times if you’re young and inexperienced. After that, start taking relationship advice from xkcd instead of Friends, or I may slap you.

SECOND NOTE: If the girl who’s dating the jerk is still spending most of her time with you, she might just be in it for the sex. The relationship with the dude, I mean. If you’ve spent most of your time pining over girls that won’t have you, you probably haven’t had time to get good in the sack. Remember, porn isn’t real.

DISCLAIMER: oh god I’m so alone.

February 2nd, 2009

I love you, Dan Savage.

Posted by nora in Uncategorized

Saddlebacking.

January 10th, 2009

stuff I wrote elsewhere

Posted by nora in music, personal

So, I got jumped last Thursday.

January 4th, 2009

Twitter and Me

Posted by nora in wikiality

I’ve been using a lot of Twitter lately, and I’ve also been spending a lot of time trying to explain Twitter to people. Here’s the basic explanation of what you can do with Twitter:

Post whatever you want as long as it’s under 140 characters.

To which people reply with “why”. What can you say in 140 characters?

Here are some of the things I say:

  • happy new year. if you’re reading this: drink some fucking water. you’ll thank me tomorrow.
  • The wind outside is literally howling and the sunlight peaking out from the clouds makes the fluttering leaves sparkle a bit. #NMWeather
  • Snow-covered trees in the foregroud of my window seem to make headlights flicker and tremble as cars drive past, grabbing my attention.
Twitter creates a dialogue between people as well. A lot of my Twitter feed is me bantering with my dad about things. People find it amusing. It’s also been a good way to get to know people I admire– mainly comic artists and podcasters– which is always fun.
Also, it’s how I found out that UNM had a position for a student on their web team. I am much happier at my new job than at my old job.
A problem with Twitter is that there are things that you cannot say in 140 characters. Here is a list of things that usually take more than 140 characters:
  • Short stories
  • Newspaper articles
  • Blog entries
  • Love letters
  • Novels
  • Scholarly essays
Luckily, mediums like this already exist:
  • Magazines
  • Newspapers
  • Blogs
  • Email
  • Books
  • Journals
So even if you use Twitter, you still have the option of publishing things that you cannot say in 140 characters in other mediums. You cannot, however, make poetic comments about the weather or banter about the dead cow you saw on the Rail Runner today in those other mediums, so I’m gonna keep using Twitter.
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