I claimed Table #2 for [livejournal.com profile] spn13, and here it is:

01 Risk. 02 Fear. 03 Agony. 04 Temptation. 05 Evil.
06 Desperation. 07 Broken. 08 Pain. 09 Tears. 10 Ruin.
11 Never. 12 Death. 13 Forbidden.


A fic responding to a prompt will be posted once every four weeks until all 13 are completed.
I found this on a random trawl through ONTD:

Also, can Sam just die already? He's literally the cause of all of Dean's misery plus countless of deaths. And he's kind of useless.

They just figured this out in S9? LOL.
One thousand and nine words today. So begins the word count for the very merry month of May.


A hilarious yet twisted clip from Supernatural.



Their faces.
One thousand and thirty-five words today. That makes eleven thousand eight hundred and eighty-six words for April. I'm getting back into the groove with a late surge. If I can top fifteen thousand words for the month, I'll count it as a success.

Still working my way through Supernatural. I finished "Dream a Little Dream of Me" this afternoon. Dean just breaks my heart. As everybody and the demons are quick to point out, he is just so broken, so thoroughly convinced of his inveterate worthlessness. His epiphany with the demon version of himself in the dream room made me want to cheer. No, he didn't deserve what John put on him as a child, and it was far beyond time for him to not just realize and accept that, but to affirm that to himself. It's a shame that he can't sustain that mindset as the series progresses.
One thousand and twelve words today. That makes eight thousand seven hundred and seventy-eight words for April. I could have done so much better, but there were a lot of days that I just flaked out and read or watched Youtube videos instead. At least I'm still writing regularly and haven't descended into a months-long, self-pitying funk.

I finished S2 and started S3 of Supernatural. Although it was confined to half an episode, I really liked the chemistry between Sam and the other psychic children. If they hadn't gone the route they ultimately did, I wouldn't have minded half a season of Sam and the kids teaming up and working together to solve the mystery of the YED and his ultimate plans for them. Does anyone have any AU recs in that vein? I especially wouldn't mind a Jake-Sam buddy fic. I liked Jake and was sorely disappointed when it took so little time to turn him evil.
One thousand and forty words today. That makes seven thousand seven hundred and sixty-six words for April. Richard is intent on getting his proper courtship on, and I suspect that there will be some raunchy sex after this display of tender gallantry. I have a yen to polish and rewrite the firepole smut I started a few months back.

Still rewatching my way through SPN. I finished "Tall Tales" last night. It's probably my favorite of the humor episodes because, unlike the later ones, which were clearly pandering to the fandom and winking and nudging so hard as to be a case of television Tourette's, the tongue-in-cheek pokes at the brothers' foibles and idiosyncrasies were natural outgrowths of the plot and not painfully contrived. Jared Padalecki, in particular, shone, especially in the bar and UFO scenes. "Too precious for this world!" ROFL

On a more serious note, it's bittersweet to see the Trickster in light of whom he will turn out to be. Looking back, it's salient that Kripke had a loose outline of where he wanted the show to end up at the end of the five seasons he'd envisioned. There were so many throwaway lines that turned out to be hints of future developments. It's a shame that such attention to detail and cogency of overall narrative seem to be lacking in the post-Kripke seasons. I won't know for sure until I watch them for myself, but the fannish reaction to these seasons leads me to suspect that the writers and showrunners are flailing and pulling it out of their asses as they go along.
Sprache XXI is underway. There's not much to it yet because yesterday was lost to severe weather, but at least it's going.

I finished S1 of SPN this afternoon. Sam is such a whiny, emo hypocrite. He's willing to sacrifice himself by trying to run into a raging inferno after YED, and he foams at the mouth about how desperate he is to end it, end it, end it, but when the chance finally comes at the cost of his father, he balks. I'm not saving he should have shot John in the heart, and even if he had done, I'm not sure it would have changed anything that came after, but it's awfully rich of him to be so blithe about throwing others under the wrenching emotional agony bus when he can't even step off the curb.

A more charitable reading says that he chose not to shoot John because Dean was begging him not to, but Sam's credit with me is quite poor, and it's easier to believe that he was a coward than to believe he put Dean first for once.
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( Apr. 10th, 2013 07:25 pm)
I watched another disc of SPN S1 last night. I wish Cassie hadn't disappeared into the ether. I know TPTB didn't want to pair her up with Dean, lest they incur the wrath of angry fangirls, but Sam and Dean could have used an ally like her, another pair of eyes on the ground as it were, and Cassie certainly fit the bill. She was smart, determined, and had investigative and research experience. She could have alerted them to potential new jobs or helped with historical research. Her skills would have been especially handy in S4 and S5. Then again you could say the same thing about Missouri, who, I heard tell, was originally supposed to serve in Bobby's eventual role as mentor. And she, too, disappeared. This to a better job offer, granted, but I think that show faded into that good night a few years ago, so there's no reason they couldn't bring her back now.

I usually don't have much sympathy for Sam and his overwrought, self-centered pity-whoring and woe-is-meism, but I did feel badly for him at the end of "Shadows". To finally reunite with your estranged father, only to lose him to the unfair demands of the job had to be wrenching, and doubly so coming hard on the heels of his other losses. His well-ordered adult life is obliterated through no fault of his own, and he can't even have the meager comfort of a reconciliation with his father. At that moment, his life really did blow, and I can't blame him for being crushed by the turn of events.

Meg was a great villain. She and Sam had chemistry like whoa.


Meanwhile, over in Rammsteinland, Rammlieder of the Herzeleid forums has gotten his entitled douche on over the fact that someone who attended the rehearsal concert in Berlin didn't immediately provide a detailed write-up. According to him, she has a moral obligation to disseminate this sacred knowledge to others, or else she's a lazy jerkass who can't truly call herself a true fan(our friend Rammlieder has a boner about what constitutes a true fan; from an earlier dust-up, I learned that if you like "Pussy", then you're not a True Fan.). I was feeling cantankerous today, so I waded in.

Another attendee did provide a review, but the English was fairly mangled. All I got from it was that there were a lot of curtains in the stage design, and that Richard and Christoph were mailing it in. If the latter is remotely true, I can see why. One is expecting his first child soon, and the other has a toddler. Their minds are likely elsewhere. As long as they're not playing poorly or showing open contempt for the audience, I don't see cause for concern.
No words today because most of my time was spent going to the very busy laundromat and reconnoitering my mother's house in search of imaginary burglars who are surely waiting for the opportunity to forego the booty of million-dollar vacation homes in favor of her secondhand furniture and flatscreen TVs.

I'm halfway through S1 of Supernatural. I'd forgotten how rage-inducing "Faith" was. According to Sam, it's totes okay for Dean to reap the boon of a healer who trades a life for a life, because...Dean. But no one else is allowed to benefit from it, nope, nope, nope, because playing God is evil and wrong, and the sweet, selfless young woman with the inoperable brain tumor will just have to do the noble thing and die. I have never wanted to punch someone in the self-righteous, hypocritical face so badly.
One thousand and thirteen words today. That makes four thousand one hundred and fifteen words for April.

I'm rewatching SPN from the beginning at a disc a night. I'd forgotten how fun the early episodes were, before the unrelenting grimdark angst of the apocalyptic mythos smothered the MOTW format like a serial killer with an asphyxiation fetish. I love Castiel, and seasons four and five had some truly amazing episodes, but I miss the campiness of episodes like "Hook Man" and "Bugs"(oh, God, "Bugs. I'm sorry, Native American storyteller, but I do not believe that Calvary, the place of Christ's crucifixion, came to Oklahoma and raped, murdered, and pillaged your ancestors' village for six days. I can, however, believe that the cavalry would do such a thing.). I stopped watching at the end of season five, so everything from then on will be uncharted territory for me.

Yes, I bought seasons six and seven on DVD despite never watching them when they originally aired. I never stopped loving the show, but CSI:NY and then Criminal Minds aired at the same time, and I loved them more. If I watch a disc a night for eight weeks or so, I should be caught up by midsummer and ready to buy season eight and rejoin the fandom. I'm not sure I'll write fic again; my mojo for it died when I lost one hundred pages of Gordon Walker fic I had written and my Evil!Hair!Sam fic stiffed with the public. Years ago, I entertained notions of writing a one-shot for every episode, but the chances of that are remote at best, and even if I were to take up that daunting challenge, I have the sinking suspicion that at least half of them would explode into sprawling WIPs I might never finish. Besides, that foolhardy proposition would need to get in line behind an untold number of works-in-progress and planned projects.
I have no idea why Castiel is a glittery bat flasher, but I love this artist just a little.
Oh, SPN fandom, you are so vile, disgusting, and embarrassing right now. I've never been a fan of Jared Padalecki, whom I've always found smug, but neither he nor Genevieve deserves the tide of loathsome lunacy they're getting from his "adoring fans" after they dared to announce her pregnancy on Twitter. Beyond-the-pale behavior like that is why I was so reticent to write RPF for so long. I never wanted to become someone who became so invested in the fantasy of a real person's life that I resented them for living it. Holy God. What the hell is wrong with these people?
Oh, SPN fandom, you are so vile, disgusting, and embarrassing right now. I've never been a fan of Jared Padalecki, whom I've always found smug, but neither he nor Genevieve deserves the tide of loathsome lunacy they're getting from his "adoring fans" after they dared to announce her pregnancy on Twitter. Beyond-the-pale behavior like that is why I was so reticent to write RPF for so long. I never wanted to become someone who became so invested in the fantasy of a real person's life that I resented them for living it. Holy God. What the hell is wrong with these people?
Maybe I'm just cranky and hormonal, but something about this announcement from the [community profile] spn_summergen sign-up post strikes me as extremely, appallingly wanky and snotty:

Summergen is a gift exchange. When you sign up, you take the risk that the person assigned to write a story for you will fail to come through. This can happen for a lot of reasons, some good, some not. The mods will do everything possible to make sure that every person who submits a story also gets one in exchange. The pinch hitters for Summergen have always been absolute heroes and we couldn't manage without them. But you must understand that this is just the risk you take with challenges like this. If you are not willing to assume that risk, don't sign up.

Yes, how dare anyone expect to receive a gift when they sign up for a gift exchange, and how dare they be disappointed if they don't get one, especially if they've worked hard on the gift for their recipient.

If you don't want to deal with complaints, whining, and disappointment, then don't be a mod.
Maybe I'm just cranky and hormonal, but something about this announcement from the [livejournal.com profile] spn_summergen sign-up post strikes me as extremely, appallingly wanky and snotty:

Summergen is a gift exchange. When you sign up, you take the risk that the person assigned to write a story for you will fail to come through. This can happen for a lot of reasons, some good, some not. The mods will do everything possible to make sure that every person who submits a story also gets one in exchange. The pinch hitters for Summergen have always been absolute heroes and we couldn't manage without them. But you must understand that this is just the risk you take with challenges like this. If you are not willing to assume that risk, don't sign up.

Yes, how dare anyone expect to receive a gift when they sign up for a gift exchange, and how dare they be disappointed if they don't get one, especially if they've worked hard on the gift for their recipient.

If you don't want to deal with complaints, whining, and disappointment, then don't be a mod.
Aha! My German penpal threw me a curveball by sending me an email in German. My vocabulary is exceedingly limited, so I've only translated the first two paragraphs thusfar. He's explaining a holiday similar to Thanksgiving of which I have never heard. So far, he's proven quite prolix and seems a bit besotted of Americans if not our culture. He seems to think we're friendlier than Germans, and more open; it's funny because he thinks that Americans are more genuine than Germans in their friendships, whereas I find that Germans are more reserved but more genuine in their friendships. Perhaps we have idealized each other's culture.

SPOILERS for Supernatural S6 )

On the other hand, CSI:NY is a lock to be a muddled, incoherent, sloppy pile of WTF written by ADD-addled laboratory monkeys, with heave-inducing dollops of Lindsay angst, whiny, dickless Danny, uber-righteous Mactimony, a Flack who's taken grooming tips from slovenly Messer, and an Adam trotted out to be the bumbling comic relief. I am bound to develop a rage-induced facial tic and pound the keys of this laptop like a chimpanzee who got a dose of PCP up the pooper as I enumerate the show's endless litany of failure. And yet, the show is my pile of incomprehensible shit, and I feel a battered, stubborn sense of loyalty to it. It's like the slobbering, two-legged German Shepherd that no one wants to pet or play fetch with. It's flawed and pitiful, but bless it, it struggles gamely on, tail thumping hopefully as I pass.

I suppose I could wait to see what the buzz on the S6 premiere of SPN is before I commit to one or the other...
Before I proceed to the review proper, a preamble:

I like most of Keith R.A. DeCandido's work. It's not Great Literature, but it doesn't profess to be. He writes solid, entertaining yarns for hire and earns his shillings and pence admirably. I might not think his books are the greatest stories ever told, but I don't feel cheated when I close the cover, either. After reading Heart of the Dragon, I will continue to buy his work if it involves a fandom in which I am interested.

Supernatural: Heart of the Dragon--SPOILERS )

C-
I've been AFK for most of this week out of laziness, necessity, and Roomie's intermittent Internet gluttony, and so some of the topics I'd intended to cover fell by the wayside.

Thursday: Goddammit, Supernatural, really? You're really going with the miraculous cure after keeping Bobby confined to the chair for most of the season? I suppose I shouldn't be surprised, given your predilection for raising the dead. And I'm not. But I am angry. Not that Bobby was healed, but at the implication his healing and its mechanism sends to the world about disability.

Disability is only for people who deserve it, and if you don't "deserve" it, i.e., you weren't born that way, then you will eventually be healed. Because that sort of long-term impairment and its attendant emotional suffering is unconscionable and unbearable, and no person in his right mind would choose to remain that way if offered a cure, even if that cure meant the loss of your soul.

Look, I know that Bobby didn't ask Crowley to heal him, and I suspect that the act of altruism has strings attached, strings that might come back to throttle Bobby in the end, but the fact remains that whether he asked for it or not, Bobby accepted the gift, and by extension, the contract that went with it. To Bobby's mind, the prospect of remaining in the wheelchair for the rest of his days was so dreadful that he was willing to forget his antipathy for demons and chance an eternity in Hell for the chance to...walk up the stairs. I guess nobility and "sucking it up" only apply if you have no other choice.

And yes, I know that Bobby signed over his soul for more than the chance to get his Stairmaster on. He exchanged it for the his self-worth and the opportunity to be seen as viable, to contribute to the fight against Lucifer and regain his status as the cog around which the Winchester wheel revolves. He signed up because he felt worthless without his mobility. And by healing him just before the climactic showdown, the writers have tacitly reinforced that belief.

So, according to Supernatural, I have learned the following:

-Being disabled sucks. I already knew this.

-If you are disabled, you hate your life and contemplate suicide every day. I can't deny that I have occasionally considered suicide; when I was sixteen, I couldn't stand the thought of living my sad, lonely, isolated life for another sixty years. I did not, however, want to punch my ticket because I was disabled. I wanted to punch my ticket because of SPN lesson on Disability #3.

-If you are disabled, you are useless and cannot contribute to a cause or a movement. Because all cripples just sit in their chairs, taking up valuable space from people who matter and stewing over their impotence. Never mind that Bobby still managed to contribute through research and the provision of money and a safe place to plot. Nope. You're nothing without your legs.

-The loss of mobility trumps a complete loss of self. The fact that Bobby is permanently seated is more important than Castiel's total loss of identity, place, and family. He's an orphan in every sense of the word, bereft of home, kin, and the order that he has always known, stripped of his powers, and facing execution for his rebellion, and yet, he has no right to "bitch". Bobby, however, is free to piss and moan about his wretchedness all he likes. Because being loved and disabled and surrounded by people who would die to protect you is a fate worse than death, and certainly worse than a piffling loss of power, identity, home, and hope.

Fuck you, you sniveling hypocrite.

-If you were disabled through your own actions, you don't deserve what happened to you. It isn't natural to live like that. But if you have a brain tumor or a congenital disability, then them's the breaks, sucks to be you. Shut up and suffer bravely and die quietly and out of sight.

I suspect that even if Crowley reneges, Bobby won't return to crippledom because God will restore his legs as a reward for his service. Because only bad people deserve to be disabled, and Bobby is one of the Good Guys.

Yeah, fuck you and your ableism, too, Supernatural.
Dear Dean,

I love you. I knew you'd never leave the cripple behind, and the sight of you swiveling Bobby like a human ball turret while blasting zombies was a joy unto my soul. Thank you so very much, you stud, you. You have renewed my faith in TV humanity.

Speaking of studs:



It's the collar. Yeah.
I need to invest in a UPS for my desktop. I might not be terribly fond of him as a boon writing companion, but he's better than nothing, which is what I'll have if the sketchy mountain power grid continues to behave like an ataxic pole dancer with the bends. Does anyone use one? Are they difficult to set up? I don't care about the fancy software because the computer isn't on when we're not home. I just want ten minutes to shut down normally without frying his central nervous system. I was looking at the APC and CP brands.

Dear Supernatural,

Last night sucked. It wasn't good for me at all. If it had been sex, I would've yawned and asked you to pass me the remote so I could watch It's Me or the Dog over your sweaty shoulder. Making Dean a moron to manufacture cheap suspense and painful comedy(though I'll grudgingly give J. Padalecki kudos for the opening scene with the bar patron)does not impress me. I spent an hour waiting for something good to happen and ended up wishing I'd watched Taylor Swift on CSI instead. Taylor "Sweetly Insipid and Marginally Talented Oh, God, Shut Her UP!" Swift.

Thanks for the letdown and niggling feeling of regret.

At least Castiel is back next week.

La Guera
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