2013-09-16

  • This is a busy week.
  • Tomorrow, I have forms to print, check, and compile, and more forms to ensure get delivered to me on time.
  • Wednesday, I need to post those same forms to the US embassy because I work late on Tuesdays and can’t make it to the post office.
  • On Thursday, I need to print the manuscript for the first draft of my book because it’s the only time I can get away with printing 150 pages on the college’s dime; I also need to collect a certified copy of my birth certificate, again for the visa.
  • On Friday, I’m planning to work a little more on a short Twine thing that I’ve been making for Arden’s birthday (that you will never, ever see), and I’ll also be beginning an inventory of most of the things in my room that aren’t books or clothes. You know. So I know what I’m leaving behind.
  • It’s only struck me recently that I am actually nervous regarding my upcoming medical exam - not because I think I’ll somehow fail, or because of the sheer fucking expense, but because as part of it I need at least three vaccinations, and I don’t like pain. Well. I don’t like the pain associated with vaccinations. Best to cut this train of thought short.
  • On the heels of the release of Grand Theft Auto V, it’s hit me how little I want to play it because of how my ideology’s shifted in the last couple of years. Maybe, also, part of it comes down to the fact that I now follow video games journalism, which is a fucking joke at best and harbours truly evil people at worst. (Not that good people aren’t video games journalists. They just tend to get fired for being right, or work independently.)
  • I think this has maybe been a month for meltdowns tied to not being able to process complex thought.
  • Case in point: GTA V is either a masterpiece or a shitshow, but rarely an ugly concept shrouded in a technical wonder. (I would say that reviews challenge this notion, given that a few highlight the game’s glaring misogyny, but those reviews have still given scores of nine or higher. Apparently being genuinely unpleasant doesn’t matter as long as you get particle effects right.)
  • And here’s another: this stupid, stupid notion that Miley Cyrus is somehow either a) a representative for an oversexualised generation of mindless morons (despite her latest video being shot by a middle-aged man), or b) the actual Destroyer of Worlds, summoned by some ancient prophecy predicting the total breakdown of society as we know it.
  • The problem with doing this sort of thing is that you first get the backlash of people claiming that no, actually, Miley Cyrus is literally Jesus; second, everyone misses the more subtle problems with the video for Wrecking Ball - that it depicts an extremely young woman as the willing participant to her own objectification as part of a wider culture that generally doesn’t have any problem with doing exactly the same.
  • And even then, the moment someone says “willing participant” Miley Cyrus either becomes vacuous and stupid or cynical and malicious. Even down to the wire, people hate thinking in shades of grey. Blame E.L. James for that one.
  • All this said, this might be coming from somewhere altogether more personal. My personal life has had a few bumps lately - without going into much detail, I’ll say that the process of applying for a visa and gearing up to move to another country can throw your heartstrings into a banjo in a bluegrass metal covers group. And maybe that’s made me a little moodier, and a little more susceptible to seeing the worst in people.
  • Still trying not to, though. No-one can fault me for trying.