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I was doing reading, but now I have headache pending and eyes blurring. *sulk*

I did a load of laundry today, so if it dries I shall have clean clothes for tomorrow evening. If it don't I shall have clean but daytime colors clothes.

... blue is for daytime and black is for night.
... certain of my quirks I have long since decided are not worth the mental energy to iron out.

(I figure as long as I wouldn't actually go naked rather than wear The Wrong Trousers I don't in fact have a problem.)

ANYway

right now in the washing machine are the two shirts that went PINK after the last convention, and some of that color run remover stuff. I am not optimistic, but since I'm not about to wear them while they're PINK I might as well.

My house smells of cleaner day and I am Not Amused.

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I started reading Jenkins & Tulloch "Science fiction audiences: Watching Doctor Who and Star Trek"
It's from 1995, so already I has mild disappointment.
I started with the last chapter, which had 'Queer' in the title. It turns out to be 100% about Star Trek and the non-representation of queer characters therein. Also the way characters are swiftly confirmed to be heterosexual and no character lasts very long without their sexuality being pinned down.

... and I has disappointment because here we have a perfect opportunity for commenting on What Makes DW Different, and how the Doctor managed to go the whole original series with only that accidental thing with the cocoa as any indication (y/n?) and how New Who is different... except the essay is too old, and the DW is not being commented on.

There's probably an appropriate essay around somewhere though. I should hunt it down.

It was interesting as far as it went though, because it was mostly about the constant misunderstanding dance where queer fen wanted a queer character and ST:TNG PTB heard it as 'you must make ST all about The Queer Issue'. And wrote a couple of stories they thought were about homophobia, but, well, others thought their heads were on at an odd angle to be thinking that.

... roughly translating, of course.

It's the same usual thing of not perceiving the default position as a position, of ideology having gone invisible, of not noticing signs of heterosexuality as being signs at all, of muddling up signs of same sex attraction with the whole complex of weird stereotypes and 'do you want us to show two guys in bed?' (er, yes, actually - see Torchwood. Except for the shortage of bed involved.) The starting idea of two guys holding hands turned into that story about the planet where they're all women but not supposed to have gender. Because two guys holding hands wasn't addressing the issue. Which is rather the point - what issue? There's no issue! But to people that think it's an issue they see issue instead of character.

And then there was some odd logic where including a character would automatically make it an issue because, well, I don't know, I don't have that brain.


So it's interesting, yet frustrating.


I have this ongoing suspicion that most acts of communication actually fail, in that the thought in brain one does not, on the whole, transfer itself to brain two. But people bumble along ignoring this. It's vaguely scary.


I was also thinking about the issues in Torchwood which are in fact issues. I keep looping back to episode 1-01, really, with the spray, although 1-07's foray into evil-insane-dead has a whole *facepalm* of its own. I'll be at the Rift event this weekend and so will a bunch of writer type people. So I'm trying to think if/how discussion could be opened, and if/how it could be any use at all.

I'll almost certainly sit at the side of the room somewhere with my backpack on my lap leaning my chin on it and doing my best impression of an internet lurker, without the internet.
*sigh*


... actually I'll have my laptop with me, so if there's a connection there might in fact be internet, but that's not really the point.

urgh. headache. I go do something quiet and untaxing. possibly sleep. even though sleep does tend to involve a whole lot of running around saving the world a lot, in theory tis relaxing.