HP fandom Wank explosion

http://community.livejournal.com/stupid_free/594020.html
http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/6175511.html
http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/6176200.html

I fear for humanity sometimes, I truly do.

So, I have been alternating between laughing and sobbing at the sheer morbid stupidity of people.
It's one thing to be a huge fan of something. It's another to rabidly froth at the mouth and prove total insanity, descending into sheer utter rage and madness because someone posted a joking spoiler speculation about the last book in a series that, in my opinion, was never that great. Oh, no, wait, it wasn't a post. It was an icon. Silly me.
Seriously, you idiots, it's only a book. A children's book series. It's not the apocalypse, JK Rowling is not a god, and for heaven's sake, quit being crazy drama queens.
No, I am not looking forward to 7/21. Mostly because of the insanity that will ensue.
Several months later, I will purchase a copy of "Deathly Hallows" quietly, read it slowly, and then shrug my shoulders and say, "That was rather decent for a kid's book turned global phenomenon. I had fun reading it. Thank gods it's over."

HP fandom Wank explosion

http://community.livejournal.com/stupid_free/594020.html
http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/6175511.html
http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/6176200.html

I fear for humanity sometimes, I truly do.

So, I have been alternating between laughing and sobbing at the sheer morbid stupidity of people.
It's one thing to be a huge fan of something. It's another to rabidly froth at the mouth and prove total insanity, descending into sheer utter rage and madness because someone posted a joking spoiler speculation about the last book in a series that, in my opinion, was never that great. Oh, no, wait, it wasn't a post. It was an icon. Silly me.
Seriously, you idiots, it's only a book. A children's book series. It's not the apocalypse, JK Rowling is not a god, and for heaven's sake, quit being crazy drama queens.
No, I am not looking forward to 7/21. Mostly because of the insanity that will ensue.
Several months later, I will purchase a copy of "Deathly Hallows" quietly, read it slowly, and then shrug my shoulders and say, "That was rather decent for a kid's book turned global phenomenon. I had fun reading it. Thank gods it's over."

HP fandom Wank explosion

http://community.livejournal.com/stupid_free/594020.html
http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/6175511.html
http://community.livejournal.com/metaquotes/6176200.html

I fear for humanity sometimes, I truly do.

So, I have been alternating between laughing and sobbing at the sheer morbid stupidity of people.
It's one thing to be a huge fan of something. It's another to rabidly froth at the mouth and prove total insanity, descending into sheer utter rage and madness because someone posted a joking spoiler speculation about the last book in a series that, in my opinion, was never that great. Oh, no, wait, it wasn't a post. It was an icon. Silly me.
Seriously, you idiots, it's only a book. A children's book series. It's not the apocalypse, JK Rowling is not a god, and for heaven's sake, quit being crazy drama queens.
No, I am not looking forward to 7/21. Mostly because of the insanity that will ensue.
Several months later, I will purchase a copy of "Deathly Hallows" quietly, read it slowly, and then shrug my shoulders and say, "That was rather decent for a kid's book turned global phenomenon. I had fun reading it. Thank gods it's over."

On fandom

I had a nightmare last night in which I was a published novelist, rather successful. I had a fan base. Lots of fans. Many of them wrote fanfiction, which was kind of flattering.
Some of them? Some of them were psychotic.
My previous post was written not because I don't like the books, but because some of the reactions to spoilers, speculations, and jokes are truly visceral, intense, and downright frightening.
Example: "Oh, you can rot in Hell!" said in reply to a post by someone offering the location of a bookstore where the seventh book will have a discount. The poster's icon read "Voldemort kills [name of character]." Now, we all know how locked down and secret the end to "Deathly Hallows" is. All those crazy spoilers and rumors out there are not confirmed. We do not know exactly who will die. So, it's all humorous joking.
Except when certain fans take it so seriously that they become somewhat violent, cluttering the internet with threats. If I were an author, I would be genuinely scared. This kind of obsession is not flattering. I love a good creative universe as much as anyone, but I cannot fathom why anyone would freak out that insanely.
Here's the thing: If I don't want to hear about a spoiler for my favorite book or TV show or movie or comic book, I try to stay away from any forums that would give real spoilers away. Joke spoilers I can laugh at and take at face value (Like, "Sylar eats Voldemort's brain/Dumbledore was Gandalf in disguise"). If someone does spoil it for me, I grumble and groan and stamp my foot. But -- but -- I still read the book or watch the show. Because I still want to know how it happens. For me, it is not the destination, but the journey. Oh, the serial killer turns out to be the short-order cook, but the other killer was the vampire bartender? Wow, how does that happen? And I just keep reading.

My second biggest fear as a writer (first is failing as writer) is having psychotically obsessed fans.

On fandom

I had a nightmare last night in which I was a published novelist, rather successful. I had a fan base. Lots of fans. Many of them wrote fanfiction, which was kind of flattering.
Some of them? Some of them were psychotic.
My previous post was written not because I don't like the books, but because some of the reactions to spoilers, speculations, and jokes are truly visceral, intense, and downright frightening.
Example: "Oh, you can rot in Hell!" said in reply to a post by someone offering the location of a bookstore where the seventh book will have a discount. The poster's icon read "Voldemort kills [name of character]." Now, we all know how locked down and secret the end to "Deathly Hallows" is. All those crazy spoilers and rumors out there are not confirmed. We do not know exactly who will die. So, it's all humorous joking.
Except when certain fans take it so seriously that they become somewhat violent, cluttering the internet with threats. If I were an author, I would be genuinely scared. This kind of obsession is not flattering. I love a good creative universe as much as anyone, but I cannot fathom why anyone would freak out that insanely.
Here's the thing: If I don't want to hear about a spoiler for my favorite book or TV show or movie or comic book, I try to stay away from any forums that would give real spoilers away. Joke spoilers I can laugh at and take at face value (Like, "Sylar eats Voldemort's brain/Dumbledore was Gandalf in disguise"). If someone does spoil it for me, I grumble and groan and stamp my foot. But -- but -- I still read the book or watch the show. Because I still want to know how it happens. For me, it is not the destination, but the journey. Oh, the serial killer turns out to be the short-order cook, but the other killer was the vampire bartender? Wow, how does that happen? And I just keep reading.

My second biggest fear as a writer (first is failing as writer) is having psychotically obsessed fans.

On fandom

I had a nightmare last night in which I was a published novelist, rather successful. I had a fan base. Lots of fans. Many of them wrote fanfiction, which was kind of flattering.
Some of them? Some of them were psychotic.
My previous post was written not because I don't like the books, but because some of the reactions to spoilers, speculations, and jokes are truly visceral, intense, and downright frightening.
Example: "Oh, you can rot in Hell!" said in reply to a post by someone offering the location of a bookstore where the seventh book will have a discount. The poster's icon read "Voldemort kills [name of character]." Now, we all know how locked down and secret the end to "Deathly Hallows" is. All those crazy spoilers and rumors out there are not confirmed. We do not know exactly who will die. So, it's all humorous joking.
Except when certain fans take it so seriously that they become somewhat violent, cluttering the internet with threats. If I were an author, I would be genuinely scared. This kind of obsession is not flattering. I love a good creative universe as much as anyone, but I cannot fathom why anyone would freak out that insanely.
Here's the thing: If I don't want to hear about a spoiler for my favorite book or TV show or movie or comic book, I try to stay away from any forums that would give real spoilers away. Joke spoilers I can laugh at and take at face value (Like, "Sylar eats Voldemort's brain/Dumbledore was Gandalf in disguise"). If someone does spoil it for me, I grumble and groan and stamp my foot. But -- but -- I still read the book or watch the show. Because I still want to know how it happens. For me, it is not the destination, but the journey. Oh, the serial killer turns out to be the short-order cook, but the other killer was the vampire bartender? Wow, how does that happen? And I just keep reading.

My second biggest fear as a writer (first is failing as writer) is having psychotically obsessed fans.

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flared

Gonna go curl up and try to go unconscious for a while. I have Motrin.

I don't like feeling broken for no real reason.
Other than annoying physical disorders and disabilities that I did not ask for, did not bring upon myself, and did not just happen upon after various grievous injuries.

When most people I know say "Ow I hurt" it is because something happened to hurt them. When I say "Ow I hurt" it is because my central nervous system has forgotten what "normal without chronic pain and fatigue" is like. This cycle is otherwise known as "Living Every Day".

In as many days, the third person asked me, in awe, how the hell I am able to live in so much constant pain and still function as completely and normally as humanly possible. My response is to blink in surprise, shrug my shoulders, and say, "It's my life. I have to live it somehow. I have no other choice."

However, it's nice to know that I am admired for my strength and bravery, because I will always need something to get me through this.

Hello, life. Quit pestering me with this crap. Um, please and thank you.

flared

Gonna go curl up and try to go unconscious for a while. I have Motrin.

I don't like feeling broken for no real reason.
Other than annoying physical disorders and disabilities that I did not ask for, did not bring upon myself, and did not just happen upon after various grievous injuries.

When most people I know say "Ow I hurt" it is because something happened to hurt them. When I say "Ow I hurt" it is because my central nervous system has forgotten what "normal without chronic pain and fatigue" is like. This cycle is otherwise known as "Living Every Day".

In as many days, the third person asked me, in awe, how the hell I am able to live in so much constant pain and still function as completely and normally as humanly possible. My response is to blink in surprise, shrug my shoulders, and say, "It's my life. I have to live it somehow. I have no other choice."

However, it's nice to know that I am admired for my strength and bravery, because I will always need something to get me through this.

Hello, life. Quit pestering me with this crap. Um, please and thank you.

flared

Gonna go curl up and try to go unconscious for a while. I have Motrin.

I don't like feeling broken for no real reason.
Other than annoying physical disorders and disabilities that I did not ask for, did not bring upon myself, and did not just happen upon after various grievous injuries.

When most people I know say "Ow I hurt" it is because something happened to hurt them. When I say "Ow I hurt" it is because my central nervous system has forgotten what "normal without chronic pain and fatigue" is like. This cycle is otherwise known as "Living Every Day".

In as many days, the third person asked me, in awe, how the hell I am able to live in so much constant pain and still function as completely and normally as humanly possible. My response is to blink in surprise, shrug my shoulders, and say, "It's my life. I have to live it somehow. I have no other choice."

However, it's nice to know that I am admired for my strength and bravery, because I will always need something to get me through this.

Hello, life. Quit pestering me with this crap. Um, please and thank you.