Rant. Please ignore.

[elfs]

There are disadvantages to egosurfing, not the least of which is that you'll find someone who's saying something ignorant, obnoxious, or just plain wrong. Today's example comes courtesy Usenet, where someone complained that the once-intesting Journal Entries had turned into a "cosmic whorehouse," and then immediately backpedaled with some comments about how there was nothing wrong with whorehouses but that "someone" had to be responsible with the "great setting and characters" I had created.

Well, fuck you, whoever you are. If you "want something great," write it yourself. Has anyone pointed out to you that from the very first to the very last, all the stories are smut? That's the fucking point. It's what I do to let off steam, to have fun. Every "great idea" in the Journal Entries is cribbed from somewhere, run through an intellectual meatgrinder and shat out the other end wrapped in a tempting bow of pink and white pornography.

Do I care about it? Of course I care about it. It's my hobby. It's what I like to do. It's no different from macrame, knitting, or stamp collecting. The fact that it looks like something I could turn into cash, the way the guys lining the neighborhood Barnes & Noble do, is totally irrelevant to why I write. I write because I like to.

This is one of the reasons why I don't care much to write "books"; after reading the SFWA guidelines, dude, that looks like work. That's not what I want to do. The Journal Entries aren't "practice for the real world"; if they were, I'd let you fucking know, okay?

I only partly joke that the Journal Entries are my "comfort zone," where I go when real life is hard. Well, fuck, it's better than sitting in front of the goddamned television absorbing this week's unextraordinary rendition of Survivor.

If you're not happy with what I'm doing, just please stop reading. There are other writers out there who might satisfy you. I'm not going to even fucking try.

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Profanity is the last refuge of the inarticulate motherfucker.

Comments

[technoshaman.livejournal.com]

Profanity is the last refuge of the inarticulate motherfucker.

Hee hee hee... if it matters, you've made someone laugh today, even if it was just by cutting and pasting... you don't have an attrib for that, do you? 'cause I'm so wanting to post it myself...

[elfs.livejournal.com]

I wish I did. There seem to be a number of variants on it if you Google for it, and some of them seem to point to a college basketball coach from the late 1960's. Only about 30 pages come up if I type in the keywords, which shows that it's not widespread.

[slutdiary.livejournal.com]

Graffiti on the side of a VW microbus in the 60's Peter Sellers lovefest, I Love You, Alice B Toklas is where I first noted a variant - Violence Is The Sign Language of The Inarticulate.