burning at the centre of time

Always sorta weirded out when random followers-of-followers-of-followers follow me after I've been RTed for one of my momentary bursts of 140 character 'insight'. I feel like I should be an influential blogger, or at least hardcore into my Tumblr or something. I want to shout I AM NOT ALWAYS THIS INTERESTING, PEOPLE.

But I guess they figure that out eventually.

I don't have any words left about the shooting in Tucson at the moment, though. You can go read them on Twitter. Save that I am, once again, really fucking sad and concerned about the state of affairs in my home nation.

I am now drinking and playing casual games instead, because otherwise I'll just listen to Lindsey Buckingham on repeat and worry that I'll cry a little more. Much as that sounds like hyperbole, it is actually trufax.

A few random thoughts that I need to have more energy to write about. Tomorrow.

- Yes, the previous post on vidding was frustrated hyperbole. I do feel like vidding is an exclusive community, though, if a welcoming one in some cases.

- I think I need to talk about warnings again. I'm a user of warnings...and I write extensive author's notes because I am a bit like that. However, as someone with OCD, my triggers are so fucking weird and random that I can see how it's impossible to warn for them...COMPLICATED. That does not mean other people should not warn, mind.

- And you shouldn't keep from warning because of Your Art. This post by thingswithwings makes me want to write about that.

- I did take the warning label off Iowa Stubborn because 'Author Chooses Not To Warn' is NOT accurate for me, but anything I might warn about is not covered by the AO3 code. I wasn't aware some people automatically read that as 'Author Is An Inconsiderate Wankbucket', which is not how I roll.

- There needs to be another option on AO3, like 'No Warnings Apply' and 'No AO3 Warnings Apply', because I do see a distinction. Sigh.

- It's Independence Day, which is ever so fun for someone who no longer believes in Dictionary Definition patriotism, per se, with regards to any nation. I am now going to try to figure out how to say this without the hegemony that it implies.

Anyway, my country, you are borked and twisted and fucked up. Hell, even the holiday itself is fucked up, because the Declaration of Independence was bullshit for most people, and it also wasn't the beginning of the war. (As I've said plenty of times, American Studies is the major for emotional masochists.) But at the same time, I feel a certain amount of claim and maybe a bit of pride, sort of. We fuck up so badly, so often, and we have a superiority complex that needs to be kicked firmly in the metaphorical balls. But there are unique cultures, POVs, and ideas here, and those are what I believe in with regards to the US.

So yeah. I don't know. I can't quantify it; cognitive dissonance, perhaps. And perhaps I am wrong. As Jackson Browne puts it:

I have prayed for America
I was made for America
I can't let go till she comes around
Until the land of the free
Is awake and can see
Until her conscience has been found

Though I mean it in more senses of kyriarchy smackdown than Browne did, I think that sums up my POV pretty well.

Says she who is bunking off to Britain in a matter of weeks.