1. I’m not ready to concede that Pith In The Wind is the new local center around which blogs can rally, a la NiT. I’m sorry, but my memory (for some things) is long, and I don’t forget the snide remarks and belittling attitude the Scene had toward bloggers back when their paper had money and readers who weren’t online. Now that they’ve seen a marked decrease in both they are coming late to the party. I’ve checked. The staff behind the redesigned bits are largely the same folks who were there before making the with the snide.
2. Battlestar Galacatica. What was that? I’m not yet ready to just write off Earth. In fact, I’m mighty pissed off about the whole thing. The whole point of the show was that they were striving for something better. In this case, a permanent home on Earth. For them to get to Earth and have it be nonviable within an hour is just…well, it makes me not give a crap about the show from here on out. And I’m certainly not wasting the time and energy to tune into the Caprica show.
3. Can we call a moratorium on spelling criticism on the blogs. Unless you’re writing specifically about a grammatical or syntactical issue a spelling criticism is the most out of left field, unconstructive thing you can leave behind. I mention this because in the middle of Friday’s tense, intense exchange about deep ideas, multi-millenial major religions, writing styles and responsibility to one’s audience, somebody dropped in and pointed out that I can’t spell “semitic”. Thanks. That was so on point. I also can’t spell seperate, Teusday, and a few other words I have problems with. In case you hadn’t yet cottoned on, all my spelling pitfalls involve the letter “e”. I, with my Indiana accent, tend to write as I speak to myself in my head. Some of the words invariably come out on page the way they “sound” to me in my head as I write them. Yes, I could learn. But, frankly, when I’ve got major thoughts spilling out everywhere, going back and fixing a spelling error is–to me–like making the beds before leaving a burning house. It’s largely pointless, ruins the free flow of things and is really, in the main, too anal for words.
But thanks for playing.