this magical thing you call a flock

I'm inclined lately to start whining about SGA again, but I am aware exactly how much that kind of thing annoys people who *are* feeling good about life, the fandom, and everything, so I'm thinking I might lock everything down so as not to be that crushing killjoy that nobody likes (well, so as to keep it somewhat under wraps that I *am* that crushing killjoy that nobody likes).

Comment here if you'd like to be on my SGA filter. If you have only a passing interest in what I think about SGA, you don't have to bother: I'll still post on the subject publically, too -- the filter would just be for times when I'm feeling especially grumpy or nitpicky or meta.

the heart

I've been going over some meta stuff from earlier in the month that I only gave a cursory glance to the first time around, and particularly cesperanza's post on identification and "over"-identification with our characters (particularly as writers, but I think the dynamic is as visible with fans whose dominant discourse is criticism, as well as obviously visible with fic writers). I've known Ces for many years now, and I've always appreciated and admired her belief that joy and desire are both central to fannishness and deserve to be central to fannishness, requiring no excuses or outside validation -- but at the same time, I've never managed to become the beautiful hedonist that she is -- I blame my grim, schadenfreudian [tm!] Teutonic DNA. *g* Hence, I argue with her sometimes -- like now!

( Hth Vs. the Id )