Seanan McGuire (seanan_mcguire) wrote,
Seanan McGuire
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Sometimes I am not the brightest bulb.

Having been provided with a handy link wrap-up of the way my post on the digital divide has spread, I made the natural "hey, let's open this box Pandora left me" mistake, and clicked some links. I quickly discovered that...

1. I am a man.

2. I am advocating that authors, without support from publishers, agents, or the reading public, continue to slam ourselves against the brick wall of martyrdom in order to keep a dying medium alive.

3. I am swathed in moralistic superiority, rather than genuinely concerned.

4. I hate all technology, and it's a miracle I was willing to write my post on a devil machine, rather than committing it to beautiful calligraphy and pasting my broadsheets all over town.

5. Poor people don't want to read anyway, so why am I bothering?

6. Saying that some poor people won't be able to afford an ebook reader, or wouldn't waste the money on one if they could, is just stupid, and I'm totally wrong.

7. Also, no one in America goes to bed hungry. American poverty is actually pretty nice.

8. Did I mention that I was a man?

9. My view of poverty is romanticized. (This was actually the one that really made me go "WHAT THE FUCK?!" out loud. Once the word "cockroaches" enters a discussion, the romance is dead.)

10. I'm an idiot.

Well, yes, point #10: I am an idiot, and should not have looked at those links. Thank you. As to the above, wow. The range of interpretation possible on the internet is incredible. Also, before you quote any of those things out of context (please don't), they're not true. And no, I'm not saying "wah, some people didn't agree with me." Lots of people didn't agree with me, and some of their disagreements were fascinating and thought-provoking. I'm saying "I do not have a penis, children go to bed hungry, and if you think my view of poverty is romantic, I do not think we should continue this conversation."

I hereby declare comment amnesty on this post. I am too tired to play nicely with the other children, and think that I should just stay in my room.

Cranky blonde is cranky. And armed.
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I am terribly disappointed to learn that Mira Grant does not have a penis collection buried in her back yard, where the zombies dropped them in their terror to get away from her.


Also, even if I did not agree with anything else you had ever written (this assumption is an untrue "if"), I cannot agree more that there is nothing romantic about cockroaches. I grew up in Austin, often near enough to water for water-roaches to get into the house. These things are approximately the length (barring the tail) of a young mouse, fly badly, and will fly into one's face at night. I hunted them often with stick and bug-spray, in the middle of the night.
...I live in Austin right now and spent six months going round and round with property management about the killing of the hated things, and how you do not just kill the ones in my unit, you firebomb THEM ALL.

Once I mentioned the health department and my buddies there, OH MAN the speed with which my problems were fixed.

Also, I hope Mira Grant now has a penis collection. That would be awesome.
If you are lucky enough to get a cat who loves to eat them, that can also work! (My mom found an abandoned catling who was barely big enough to be on his own at all, who had apparently been hunting bugs to survive, the poor skinny thing. I visited, and was holding him, and he saw one of the water-roaches (aka skateboard with legs) and leaped from my arms to pounce upon it and devour it instantly! Poor catling.)

Yay for being able to name-drop the Health Department!

Aww poor catling indeed! My Maines have decided roaches are for sitting on, and the Siamese just likes yelling at them. Thankfully we haven't seen any for a while. I'm pissed it took mentioning the health department to get them to actually do what works instead of the temp fix.

I am terribly disappointed to learn that Mira Grant does not have a penis collection buried in her back yard, where the zombies dropped them in their terror to get away from her.

Word.

I giggled.
I've always favored the shoe school of roach slaying, but then, I have broad feet and enjoy abstract art designs on the walls.

;(
I didn't want to gunk up the backs of my posters, which is where they would hide. I had a mop-handle (no mophead attached, but I had the prototype of magical rune carvings on it before I gave that up as too difficult...) in one hand, and the bug spray in the other, and would tap the posters to make the roaches run out where I could spray them.

In the middle of the night, mind.

*scritchscritch*
I didn't have posters for them to hide behind. My favorite thing to do was sneak into the kitchen, turn on the light unexpectedly, & drown the smaller ones in the sink. Just a week or two made a huge difference in the population--the visible portion, anyway.
Oh no! You were breeding them for intelligence!

...I never saw "smaller" ones. Austin water-roaches come in one size: Skateboard.
The Texas ones almost made me question the shoe position, as some of them were almost bigger than the shoes. I knew some fellows who used to flip them onto their backs to watch them break-dance, then laminate them in clear contact paper & mail them to their girlfriends. To think I used to think I was morbid, because of liking Edgar Allen Poe as a child!