A couple of short things, and one long thing.

[apocalypsos]

So ... that means Adam doesn't have to release that absolutely wretched wheel-of-cheese official AI song, right?

Fuck, just for that much, I think Adam's the winner in this scenario.

Kris is adorable and wee, but I'd actually PAY to see Adam perform with KISS again and I hate KISS and live music, so.

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HO, SHIT, THEY CUT SALOME?! AND SALOME'S ASS?!

AND BRANDEN'S STILL THERE?!?!

Daaaaaamn. I think Jonathan's going to win the whole damn thing, really, but I'm still rooting for my douchey underdog. Even if I'm terrified he's going to get dumped next week.

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So somebody called me out on the anonymous feedback meme on my incredibly horrible habit of not answering feedback. Which, really, I don't blame them for.

I am sorry for that, really. I used to be really good about it, too, for fuck's sake, and then I started posting fic right before I had to leave for work, and twelve hours later I'd come home, get a nice pick-me-up out of my emails, go to bed, roll out of it in the afternoon with just enough time for a shower, a sandwich, and another story, aaaaaaaand fast-forward to now, when I barely write fanfic anymore, and I'm currently only just scraping up enough mental energy to work on Heroine Addiction.

Which, honestly, is not an excuse. My apologies.

It's really a good metaphor for my current job situation, for crying out loud, where first I was just getting the occasional layoff and then I got an actual layoff and planned to just take a little bit off to finish The Grand Prize Winner and now it's been almost three months and here I sit, jobless and tired and broke and starting to get more than a little stressed out. Which means my dishes don't get washed and and I keep telling myself I need to update my resume and then decide to have a fudgsicle instead.

I'M GOING TO TURN INTO THIS AND THEN YOU'RE ALL GOING TO BE SORRY. HMPH.

My cat would like you all to know that he has solved the potential problem of me performing some cheesy maneuver straight out of an after-school special by falling asleep across my forearms. So there's that.

Comments

[lisaofdoom.livejournal.com]

Wow, I apparently do not pay much attention to tv, because I spent a full minute looking at your cut text trying to figure out who this "Al" fellow was.

[svilleficrecs.livejournal.com]

"So somebody called me out on the anonymous feedback meme on my incredibly horrible habit of not answering feedback. Which, really, I don't blame them for. "

LOL. I should be expecting this any time now, then.

IDK, I know I too am bad at answering feedback, and I feel particularly bad if it's in depth stuff. But I tend to let it get backed up, then I feel super dumb trying to think of interesting new ways to say "Thanks!" "Thanks you :)" "Thanks, glad you liked it!", to the shorter "yay loved your story" stuff people leave. Which I guess makes me sound like an entitled douchebag. :(

The other problem is that when I leave feedback? I totally don't expect a response. I mean, it's nice, but I don't expect it. I feel like the feedback loop has been closed. You gave me a story, I gave you feedback. We're even! Unless I have a specific, question-bearing crit. Even then, I don't really mind no response to the feedback I leave.

But I'm not everyone, and I can see how not getting a response/thanks might get to some people.

Anyway, this is all to say, you are not alone. :D

[tiptoe39.livejournal.com]

Anonymous feedback memes are the devil. EOM.

[septembergrrl.livejournal.com]

... how do you hate live music? To me that's like saying you hate food or breathing.

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Okay, to be fair, it's not ALL live music. But MOST, yes. I'm a tad claustrophobic when it comes to large crowds and I'm usually too busy freaking out over that to pay attention to the music, I'm never a big fan of bands in bars (amps in enclosed spaces turn me off), and I get an embarrassment squick from watching other people sing ninety percent of the time. All combined, it's a rare occasion when I enjoy a live performance.

The local cafe has unplugged jam sessions every weekend that are good, and there was a band playing traditional Irish pub music at the one bar we went to for St. Patrick's Day this year, but before that I can't recall the last time I liked a concert. Ooo! No, that'd be Muse, which I think was, like, five or six years ago.

[septembergrrl.livejournal.com]

This is one of those things where I get every individual word you're saying, and I understand your reasoning so I'm not coming to your blog to argue with you over it, but ... yeah, different planets, here. To me live music, crowds and smoke and people stepping on my feet and all, is transcendental; it lifts me out of myself and into the hivemind, and I love that feeling. (Like church for some people, but instead of believing in Jesus, I believe in pop songs. I am such a Nick Hornsby character, here.)

I haven't seen a really good concert in two years because of my kid -- it hasn't been something we've wanted to go to the trouble of hiring a sitter for, especially since I'm not seriously following new music anymore and I've seen so many of the bands I care about -- but it's one of my favorite things on this earth.

And, damn, I need to get to a concert :-).

[apocalypsos.livejournal.com]

Heh ... no, I get why it's weird. I'm just not into crowds and too much cigarette smoke makes me nauseated and I'm never really good at spotting off notes unless someone's singing right in front of me and then it bothers me. But then again, I'm not a huge music fan anyway. Just give me a CD and send me over to sit by myself in a corner with my MP3 player so I can close my eyes, listen to the songs, and not be distracted by the smell of beer and some bitchy girl shoving me aside to film the band with her camera phone, and I'm a happy camper. :)

[phaballa.livejournal.com]

You know what would be ideal? A KISS/Queen tour, with Adam singing for them (since apparently Gene Simmons can't sing anymore). Yes. I would watch that.