Oh my god, in last night’s Bob’s Burgers, Bob takes Gene to a laser light rock show at the planetarium (super important to Bob, because it was his favorite when he was a teenager, and this is the last night before they’re closing the exhibit because it’s old and no one goes anymore, also it’s Bob’s birthday), and Gene has no idea what he’s in for, but he gets pumped for it anyway ‘cause Bob’s so excited about it, and finally they get in there and they’re watching it, and Gene has a sensory overload and kinda starts freaking out ‘cause he can’t handle it, so Bob takes him out and they sit in the car for a bit. Gene’s angry because Bob didn’t tell him it would be so loud and scary, so Bob offers to play the album for Gene at a normal volume, and Gene starts to enjoy it, so he reclines the seats, takes out the cigarette lighter, tells Gene to pretend it’s a laser, and starts drawing in the air, explaining the plot to him (it’s like a full on Pink Floyd or Rush-esque rock opera about a bunch of robot overlords telling rockers that they can’t play music anymore, and one Rebel rising against them). Gene gets really into it and decides he wants to see the finale of the laser show (which Bob regards as a life-changing experience), so they sneak back into the planetarium (there’s no re-entry allowed) with a few tricks that parallel the story from the album, and watch the climax of the show together (Bob fashions some earplugs for Gene out of a napkin). On the way home, Bob’s asking Gene how he liked it, and Gene says “I loved it!”, Bob asks him to speak louder ‘cause his ear’s are shot, and Gene yells, “I LOVED IT, DAD”. Bob yells back “I love you too, Gene”.
I FUCKING!!! CAN’T!!! DEAL!!!! WITH HOW GOOD THIS SHOW IS!!! I know i don’t talk about Bob’s Burgers a lot but this show is flawless and charming and gross and funny all at the same time, the characters are written like people with actual fears and anxieties, and unlike a lot of comparable shows, the comedy doesn’t come from the family being pitted against each other, it’s always the family against the world… I love it, I love it, it’s so pure and refreshing and still somehow manages to be funny without sacrificing it’s heart, and I fuckin’ love it, please watch Bob’s Burgers holy CRAP okay I’m done.
So. In the wake of season 3 I’m aware I haven't… posted very
much, necessarily, and I’ve been a bit salty and bitter about things. And I want
to take a minute to address why, so that people can understand where I’m coming
from with this and why my mood is so “sad and angry and ready to fight the
Let me start by saying: this is not my first rodeo. I have
been in fandoms a long-ass time. I know that shows do not always go the way you
want them to, and that creators will tell their own story according to what
they want to do and no fan is ‘entitled’ to have that story turn out according
to their wishes. So when I say “I am really unhappy about Season 3” I
want people to understand that I am not simply throwing my toys out the pram
because I didn’t get the storylines/ships/characters that I wanted.
I went into this season with a handful of theories that I thought
might be canon. Most of them didn’t pan out, and you know what? I’m not mad
about that. Sure, I didn’t get Ryou and my theory about the origins of Voltron
is pretty much dead in the water but that does not bother me. I’m cool with
that. That is not why I’m upset and angry.
This is about Shiro. Like so, so many things for me: it’s
Hi friends. I’m sorry I have not been responding to my messages much, I’m going through some tough times and I just cannot bring myself to be social. I just feel drained and exhausted and cannot even carry on a conversation. As the saying goes, it’s not you, it’s me. I apologize to you all- I’ve stared at your messages literally for minutes at a time wanting to type a single response back and I couldn’t even do that. I’m sorry I’m not a better friend at the moment, but I promise to make it up to you all. I won’t be active on my messages for a while, but I will be back. Take care. ❤
So I got a private ask recently basically wanting to know how I got to be so ‘successful’ as a writer, and it’s had me thinking a lot about what success is (and how that’s not a static variable) and how rarely creative folks talk about their failures, if they’re not public. Like if you’re livestreaming your failures, that’s one thing, and I’m sure all of you have caught typos or other things - tiny failures that just annoy or are largely invisible or are like ‘oh u miss that.’ But otherwise we tend not to say ‘oh ha this story got rejected again’ or ‘this publisher actually hates my work.’
My metrics for success have changed as I’ve attained them, and I think I’ll make a separate post about that. To be clear, the first time at age 11 I filled an entire page with Courier text from a dodgy old printer in like 1992, I felt like a huge writerly success. Later, my metric for success was ‘the first comment I ever got on an LJ fanfic.’ Later still, my metric for success changed again. So you know. Shifting metrics. Stagnating measures for ‘success’ for me mean…well, stagnation.
But I wanted to sort of document what I perceive to be my many writing failures, because I’m so grateful for them, and because I’m only here today, considered maybe successful by some of you, because of them.
Guys I am so sorry I take so long to get to everyone’s messages (hell there’s still TONS sitting unanswered) but I just gotta say I read every single one and they just brighten up my day! Thanks so much, everyone!
I think it’s really nice when people I follow actually vent on their blogs. Venting is healthy?? It’s your blog, I want you to express whatever you’re feeling in your own safe space. People shouldn’t give you flack for it either??? You made your blog for you, don’t feel obligated to post things to please others. If people genuinely appreciate you and the things you post they would understand that sometimes you have off days hahahaha.✌️️✌️️✌️️✌️️