Someone turned up the gravity. Only explanation.

Today I ran out of go and sort of chugged along at quarter speed. And that was on the way *to* college. Then there was no computer chair in the classroom. I tried to ignore it, but by the break my elbow was killing me. To type in that combination of chair and desk I end up with my hands nearer my shoulders than that approved right angle thing. So I hunted out a chair from another classroom with a teacher's help in the break. Awesome improvement. But then I can't put my feet on the floor.
classroom tables: lose.

Had a chat with tutor at lunch time. Very quick talk about my progress. She asked about my plans after I get my degree, which is going to take a minimum of another three years and quite likely another six, so honestly 'after' is a fairly abstract concept about now. But I could sound all organised and enthusiastic about ways into writing for television, so that was cool. She suggested I could do postgrad studying. My grades probably good enough. But money for that there will no likely be. Money is a Thing, but I persist in ignoring it until people ask me, and so far that's working out.

I went to the pasty shop and got lunch and got the bus out to the UEA and chatted with friends. Was interesting chatting. I need to get better at guessing which seat isn't in the cigarette smoke though.
Also, must remember not to have view of student union bar. I think they were playing strip pool. It certainly involved an eventual complete removal of clothing. That's kind of distracting. And not, in that particular case, in a good way.

Then I went up to the library to look at pretty pictures in big books. Only on the way there I tripped and fell on the stairs not just once but twice. Two different sets of stairs. Going up both times, so I just palm planted rather than tumble of doomed. But it's annoying, because usually I'm so careful to keep hold of the handrail, cause I know I do this, but today I was trying to defrost my fingers so my hands were in my pockets and splat. Hands okay now. Gloves are good. No scratches. There was just a lot of down I hadn't planned on.

So, clearly, someone turned up the gravity.
And it has nothing to do with that thing where I woke up at 0500 after 6 hours sleep and carried extra library books around all day and sat in the cold until numbness happened.

Being Rude, employment, and ism fail

I just realised something that has been bugging me about something said at Redemption.
Advice to newbie scriptwriters (or wannabe scriptwriters like most of us), my notes version:

Become a social being, observing humans. [In the process of that you will] Learn not to be rude. [Learn how to meet someone from a TV show and not start with talking about how bad it was.] Know how to talk. [Being polite to producers in bars.]

/notes

What I got from that is you can either crit a show or make an industry contact that might help you get in to a career. I made this connection partly because someone said on another panel that he's stopped doing crit because he can't crit his friends and patrons.

The connection I've made is not the thing they said. Should be clear about that.
But this is what was bugging me.

Why this bothers me? I've been reading metafandom. Right now the idea there's rude things you shouldn't say seems really complicated.

There are some people who, if I meet them, I have quite a lot of stuff to say to them. And I admit a ton of it is Comic Shop Guy 'worst ever!' type fan stuff, or stuff that's more like fanfic where I Have This Great Idea but I know full well it don't work for non-fanfic. But a lot of it is about the big deal categories, the cultural studies stuff that we have meta conversations about a lot. Gender, race, ethnicity, religion, class, sexuality, disability, and whatever else I'm forgetting right now. Stuff that matters.

The idea that saying that kind of stuff might be categorised along with 'being rude'?
This bugs me.

The idea that writers might stop making this kind of analysis on the very people they're in the best position to talk to? Bugs me a *lot*. Crit your friends and patrons! Someone has to tell them they've got no clothes.

If it's a choice between telling people they've written something of gender/race/disability Fail and getting something of mine made... Well, my journal is public, pretty sure I've done the telling part already, and will continue. But how I try to do it lately is 'This was fail, and here's the script that explains why and fixes it.'

That's why I write.

It would kind of suck if that's incompatible with paid employment.