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Said debated post.
Jun. 2nd, 2005 07:56 pmOfficially, scratch it. Possibly even fark it. I was going to do something, but someone beat me to it. While our experiences are different enough, the premise behind them is similar. So perhaps if I lurk on the other person's problem and see what gets offered up, I can figure out how to deal with my own. It's my way of keeping the drama down, and also not trying to re-invent the wheel. Perhaps if no solutions arise that I can use, it will reappear. Until then, though, business as usual. For the third weekend in a row, I will not be at my machine, whittling away the time watching animation. One of my cousins is getting married, which gives us a chance to check in with him and offer our congratulations. The party may be a bit lower-scale than you might think, because of hear rumors and actual events happening. But if it's even close to a family gathering for us, there should be a good time had by our side. No more details than those rumors, sorry, because they are only rumors.
A rather interesting revelation in![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
soulbonding pegged me as a rather unique individual - an XY in a community chock-full of XX's... while I doubt I'm the only male evah who SBs, it would appear that I'm one of the few, if not the only guy in that community. Maybe I really am in touch with my feminine side. All joking aside, out of the informal poll going on there, I wonder how it applies to the SB world at large - are males considerably outnumbered? I can guess where disparity might occur in that guys, in attempting to conform to "normality", would suppress and dismiss potential bonds and possibly even formed ones as a part of "growing up". Might also be that bonds to them appear to be a sign of insanity or self-delusion, and are squelched because the desire to stay what their conception of sane is triumphs.
A third possible angle is that we're still working in certain gender stereotypes - women are allowed to be more flighty and emotional and not as rigidly logical and analytical. Women can see ghosts, have fainting spells, and talk with imaginary friends. Real Men, on the other hand, only believe in Science (SCIENCE!) and never betray weakness, emotion, or any sign that the tremendous amount of stress in their lives is killing them both physically and mentally. It's probably a combination of all the stuff above (most of the time, I find reality to be a conglomeration of theories, none which work all of the time, but when joined properly, provide an accurate picture of the world).
There was some drawing at the desk today - a got a good sketch of Millicent today, even though I messed her hand up badly. Considering that's really the only part that I see was really off (I'm sure there's a hundred-thousand nitpicks available to anyone who actually wanted to compare my image to source and see where I diverged, but that's neither here nor there), I consider it a victory. Besides, aren't hands supposed to be tough to draw? *grins* From there, I tried to do some work with one of the buttons I bought from the 9th Elsewhere table at ACen - Carmen and Sir Bubbles. Sir Bubbles turned out well. Of course, about half of him was off the paper in this particular pose - I was really going to try and get Carmen. Moderate success, considering the source material. Some good, some bad. Some of it just not so hot. So progress and regress, all at once. I did also try to draw Eiji from one of the other buttons. That didn't work at all. I haven't quite got hair down, either, it appears. That's okay, though. While practice makes permanent, if I can make improvement every time I put pen to paper in some aspect of my drawing skill, then it was a productive day. Which it was. I'll scan Millie and Carmen (might play a bit with colour for her, as one of her lines has the braid right with the clothing. Colour might fix that problem. - It does. Although I'm all in flats, no shades. So now I've actually coloured a piece of lineart. Yay, me.)
I also got a sneaky sort of probably virus-laden e-mail in my inbox - it was supposedly a slideshow of pictures taken when bin Laden was captured. Such a thing piqued my curiosity, but my net-sense prevails, and a quick look at CNN (not to mention that several e-mail lists I'm on would be on fire if it were true) proves that there's no such thing. Admittedly, would be a nice thing to get news of bin Laden's capture. So be aware, please. That's the most stealthy virus e-mail I've gotten in a while.
Well, that's the docket for tonight - I'm off once again to see my family (and play video games at home). The backlog will build up, as usual, so that come Monday night or so, I should have plenty of material for your eyes to be seared with. Up, up, and awaaaaaaay!
A rather interesting revelation in
soulbonding pegged me as a rather unique individual - an XY in a community chock-full of XX's... while I doubt I'm the only male evah who SBs, it would appear that I'm one of the few, if not the only guy in that community. Maybe I really am in touch with my feminine side. All joking aside, out of the informal poll going on there, I wonder how it applies to the SB world at large - are males considerably outnumbered? I can guess where disparity might occur in that guys, in attempting to conform to "normality", would suppress and dismiss potential bonds and possibly even formed ones as a part of "growing up". Might also be that bonds to them appear to be a sign of insanity or self-delusion, and are squelched because the desire to stay what their conception of sane is triumphs. A third possible angle is that we're still working in certain gender stereotypes - women are allowed to be more flighty and emotional and not as rigidly logical and analytical. Women can see ghosts, have fainting spells, and talk with imaginary friends. Real Men, on the other hand, only believe in Science (SCIENCE!) and never betray weakness, emotion, or any sign that the tremendous amount of stress in their lives is killing them both physically and mentally. It's probably a combination of all the stuff above (most of the time, I find reality to be a conglomeration of theories, none which work all of the time, but when joined properly, provide an accurate picture of the world).
There was some drawing at the desk today - a got a good sketch of Millicent today, even though I messed her hand up badly. Considering that's really the only part that I see was really off (I'm sure there's a hundred-thousand nitpicks available to anyone who actually wanted to compare my image to source and see where I diverged, but that's neither here nor there), I consider it a victory. Besides, aren't hands supposed to be tough to draw? *grins* From there, I tried to do some work with one of the buttons I bought from the 9th Elsewhere table at ACen - Carmen and Sir Bubbles. Sir Bubbles turned out well. Of course, about half of him was off the paper in this particular pose - I was really going to try and get Carmen. Moderate success, considering the source material. Some good, some bad. Some of it just not so hot. So progress and regress, all at once. I did also try to draw Eiji from one of the other buttons. That didn't work at all. I haven't quite got hair down, either, it appears. That's okay, though. While practice makes permanent, if I can make improvement every time I put pen to paper in some aspect of my drawing skill, then it was a productive day. Which it was. I'll scan Millie and Carmen (might play a bit with colour for her, as one of her lines has the braid right with the clothing. Colour might fix that problem. - It does. Although I'm all in flats, no shades. So now I've actually coloured a piece of lineart. Yay, me.)
I also got a sneaky sort of probably virus-laden e-mail in my inbox - it was supposedly a slideshow of pictures taken when bin Laden was captured. Such a thing piqued my curiosity, but my net-sense prevails, and a quick look at CNN (not to mention that several e-mail lists I'm on would be on fire if it were true) proves that there's no such thing. Admittedly, would be a nice thing to get news of bin Laden's capture. So be aware, please. That's the most stealthy virus e-mail I've gotten in a while.
Well, that's the docket for tonight - I'm off once again to see my family (and play video games at home). The backlog will build up, as usual, so that come Monday night or so, I should have plenty of material for your eyes to be seared with. Up, up, and awaaaaaaay!
