half of what i say is meaningless

I keep thinking about things to post and then not posting them.  So here is an amalgamation of all that.

I almost posted about Dexter last week, just because I was in conniptions, I tell you. Conniptions!  No seriously, I kept having to pause the episode because I was freaking out.  And contorting myself into increasingly more bizarre positions.  I have no idea why.  I guess that was the only way I could express my inner turmoil.  Well, I was also chanting "fuck fuck fuck" under my breath for awhile, but you know, besides that.  I haven't seen this week's episode yet.  Maybe it will be less panic-inducing.

I could tell you about my writing.  But I don't feel like it.  I am woefully behind.  That is all.

Mostly I just want to talk about my various girlcrushes.  I want to do a picspam or something about my soccer girlcrushes.  I HAVE SO MANY.  I have also long held the belief that Abby Wambach is my soccer Starbuck.  Just go with it.  Anyway.  But I haven't done this post because I figured nobody would care to read it.  Hmm.  Also I'd have to find good pictures, which is sometimes difficult with women's soccer.  Lack of resources and all that.

And more recently, I want to post about my Pedro Almodóvar girlcrushes.  For a Spanish seminar this semester, I watched a shit ton of Almodóvar movies, and I AM IN LOVE.  Not with him.  With Carmen Maura.  If there were a fandom for his films, it would be amazing.  Sooooo many awesome women.  So much femslash.  (Though the pessimist in me would say all the fic would be about Antonio Banderas.  Or Gael García Bernal.  Ah well.  At least it would be canon slash, most likely).  Anyway.  I want fic about Carmen Maura and Penelope Cruz and Victoria Abril and Marisa Paredes and Chus Lampreave.  Dear god, I think I want RPF.

Other things...I have gone cold-turkey on Glee.  Yup, I am quitting.  No more.  Please yell at me if I start watching again.  This show is not good for me.  It just makes me angry.

I have reached an attitude of resigned indifference to the forthcoming Hunger Games movie.  ( more on this )

My decision to Not Care was also prompted by a rewatching of The Golden Compass movie.  ( I really don't like this movie )

Community (more specifically, Abed) has inspired me to watch more Farscape.  Still haven't finished season 2, but I'm getting there.  Sadly, Netflix took the series off Watch Instantly last month.  Also sadly, it's finals.

Well now, if anyone read all this whole mess of a post, wow!  Congratulations?  Or thank you?  I'm not sure.  I guess the point of this post is that you may have girlcrush picspams to look forward to.  That or a lengthy and very angry dissection of The Golden Compass movie.

I wrote most of this post about a month ago, and I didn't post it then because I wasn't sure there was a point to making a finale post so long after the finale.  And then stuff happened and I forgot about it until I rediscovered the file on my computer.  This all started when an innocent bystander mentioned the finale and I may have expressed some dissatisfaction with regards to the poof.  When asked to elaborate, well...the end result is that I have written a run-down of the various manifestations of Kara’s Special Destiny and all of the ways it fails in the big picture.

There have also been some rumblings recently of the ‘if you didn’t like the ending just because of what it did to your ship, that means you’re stupid’ variety.  Many people have already posted eloquent, well thought-out rebuttals of this sentiment, so I’ll keep mine brief.  I watched Battlestar Galactica for Kara Thrace.  I didn’t watch for the plot or the themes or its grand message about whatever.  Frankly, I never thought the show did as well with those things as it thought it did.  So I had low expectations on that front and therefore really don’t care that Lee sent all of their ships into the sun.  But regardless, as a writer and a reader/viewer, I’m interested in characters.  A story, for me, is about the people—who, not what.  And this story had some frakking amazing people.

So you know what?  I’m not particularly angry about the finale—what would be the point?  And I still loved a good portion of Daybreak.  But I was disappointed by the one thing that really mattered to me: Kara’s fate.  Here’s why.

( The Special Destiny Manifesto )