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Aug. 12th, 2020 07:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sidewaysI keep idly constructing a post in my head about my personal thoughts on the pros and cons of Dreamwidth vs Tumblr as a primary centre for fandom interaction, but then never get around to writing it - which is, incidentally, one of the points in Tumblr's favour. Whenever I miss it, it's usually for that addictive ease of use and the fact it's a platform designed for short, punchy dispersal of content. As someone tends almost exclusively towards short and punchy over extensive meta or chapter fics, it did work for me.
But Dreamwidth still better represents the kind of fandom and information sharing culture I both like and find healthier. I've even just about stopped startling every time someone mentions their grandkids.
Outside the intersphere, the coronavirus outbreak way down south has been hard to hear about and doubtless even worse to experience. It would be nice if this prompted a reassessment of the aged care system, but at the same time it's not as though its flaws haven't been known for many years. How many royal commissions does one industry need, really? Meanwhile, the media's been showing its arse in a big way by choosing to name two - of numerous - cases of selfish breaches putting others in danger, and effectively ruining these girls' lives in the process. I don't deny their wrong-doing, but I have never much liked judgement by frothing mob and the headline by the Courier Mail in particular was just gross.
A less troubling piece of Australian culture - I fell down the hole of looking up catchy ads from my youth. I know, I know. In my defence, the 90s and 00s had some real bangers. Make Those Bodies Sing, anyone? I still can't talk about bananas without it popping into my head. Slip Slop Slap (tadaa~!) and It's A Big Ad remain visceral memories as well, and you'll be hard-pressed to find an Aussie who can't respond to a call of "one-three-double-o!" like a Pavlovian game of Marco Polo. This whole jaunt was mostly spurred by an American coworker, however, when she admitted she had only recently learned about the origins of Not Happy Jan.
When I am not staring off into the distance contemplating sense-memories of a flawed past that was nonetheless fairly soft and fuzzy for me at the time - or, you know, working - I am still neck-deep in A House of Many Doors. I even puffed the dust off the playlist I started putting together for it yonks back and rounded it out in earnest, and I have to say, I'm pretty pleased with it! Helps that there is an endless fountain of convenient symbolism to drawn on from the canon.
But Dreamwidth still better represents the kind of fandom and information sharing culture I both like and find healthier. I've even just about stopped startling every time someone mentions their grandkids.
Outside the intersphere, the coronavirus outbreak way down south has been hard to hear about and doubtless even worse to experience. It would be nice if this prompted a reassessment of the aged care system, but at the same time it's not as though its flaws haven't been known for many years. How many royal commissions does one industry need, really? Meanwhile, the media's been showing its arse in a big way by choosing to name two - of numerous - cases of selfish breaches putting others in danger, and effectively ruining these girls' lives in the process. I don't deny their wrong-doing, but I have never much liked judgement by frothing mob and the headline by the Courier Mail in particular was just gross.
A less troubling piece of Australian culture - I fell down the hole of looking up catchy ads from my youth. I know, I know. In my defence, the 90s and 00s had some real bangers. Make Those Bodies Sing, anyone? I still can't talk about bananas without it popping into my head. Slip Slop Slap (tadaa~!) and It's A Big Ad remain visceral memories as well, and you'll be hard-pressed to find an Aussie who can't respond to a call of "one-three-double-o!" like a Pavlovian game of Marco Polo. This whole jaunt was mostly spurred by an American coworker, however, when she admitted she had only recently learned about the origins of Not Happy Jan.
When I am not staring off into the distance contemplating sense-memories of a flawed past that was nonetheless fairly soft and fuzzy for me at the time - or, you know, working - I am still neck-deep in A House of Many Doors. I even puffed the dust off the playlist I started putting together for it yonks back and rounded it out in earnest, and I have to say, I'm pretty pleased with it! Helps that there is an endless fountain of convenient symbolism to drawn on from the canon.
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