clhollandwriter: (Marvin)
So this morning, I discovered a note on one of my forum posts accusing me, and another member, of misogyny.

The exchange in question was one where I made a joke about someone accusing me of whoring my reprints around (not the term this person had used, I was being snarky) rather than letting them make money from selling it themselves. Someone else made a joke about my joke, and we were were accused of "using the language of misogyny".

I really don't appreciate being judged, especially not by someone who played no other part in the conversation and made no attempt to do so. And I can't help but wonder if their problem came from the fact that the other forum member was male, and that I go by my initials on that site because it's the name I write under. Maybe she (and I'm assuming from her username that she's female) assumed I was male too. Because what woman would used such a loaded term as "whore"?

Well, I would actually.

I used the word in the sense of somebody selling a good or service for money. Men can be whores. They can also be sluts, the other word used in the exchange. I've known a few of those. I wasn't aiming the word at anyone, merely saying I'd been implied as being one myself for choosing to make money from my intellectual property.

Perhaps I should have used the word prostitute instead, although that seems to me like semantics and reeks of the kind of questions we're seeing over the use of the word vagina in American politics. I don't appreciate other people telling me I don't have access to my own language because it offends them. There is a world of difference between using a word to offend and using a word that others incidentally find offensive. It's like telling homosexuals they can't use the word queer, because it might offend others of the same sexuality. Likewise anyone using a term traditionally used against them.

Women can reclaim words too, just like the LGBT community and people of colour can. I'm a woman, and I'll say someone accused me of being a whore if I want to. That doesn't make it okay for a man to call me a whore, and that doesn't make it okay for anyone to try and silence me.


May. 22nd, 2012 05:30 pm
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I know computer games aren't books, but given that a lot of roleplaying games concentrate on story I don't see why they shouldn't be held to the same standards of internal logic and consistency. This goes for the ending as much - if not more - than anything else. So let's talk about the end of Mass Effect 3. It's the worst game ending I've come across since the end of Fallout 3 before the downloadable content.

The whole ME franchise has built itself on the fact that choices you make in earlier games impact on the later one. By the time you get to the third game there are people and entire species who may or not feature depending on the choices you made before. In fact, the BF was annoyed when he realised quite a way in he'd imported the wrong save and was fighting a significantly stronger enemy as a result.

Cut for massive spoilers )
Unsatisfying, completely lacking in internal logic, and negates the whole "freedom of action" ethos the franchise had previously been going for. Doesn't anybody think about the consequences of epic-scale choices these days?
clhollandwriter: (Matter)
Back to work today, so it's all downhill from here. ;)

Still no sign of the good camera, and the second-best camera became the worst camera yesterday when after an hour of trying I still couldn't get the pictures off. All the drivers were installed (and I had to use the device manager to get that far) but it and the PC refused to talk. Unfortunately the camera's old enough that it doesn't act as a storage device, so the pictures are as good as lost.

Lots of jewellery-making and reading, and not much writing done over the holiday. Not much computer-time at all, in fact. It's not something I feel guilty about, as there's a six-week-long story challenge coming up at Codex soon I intend to take part in.

I was in work between Christmas and New Year, and I really enjoyed it as it was comparatively quiet and gave me time to catch up on filing at the like. What I'm not enjoying is after having spent a whole afternoon archiving last year's paperwork at my manager's instruction, being told she didn't mean all the paperwork and facing the rest of this afternoon digging though the boxes to put half of it back. I just wish I could tell her to put it back herself.
clhollandwriter: (Marvin)
Dear Customers who phone in for technical support

I understand that you're really busy getting for your Christmas shutdown. I understand that you don't have time to be waiting in a telephone queue to speak to someone. Unfortunately most of our other customers are in the same position, and if you all phone at once there's bound to be longer waiting times. Perhaps if you didn't all leave it until the last minute you wouldn't have to wait so long.

In addition, why do you think that hanging up complaining to Customer Services will get you sorted any faster? All we can do is put you back into the queue. At the back. Next time, why not imagine you're in the supermarket? Would you leave the till to complain at someone and expect them to let you queue jump? No? Then don't expect it from us.

Love and kisses.

clhollandwriter: (Marvin)
1) Handmade jewellery was a hit at the office party, and got some nice comments. Still no pictures, as I thought about taking them yestarday afternoon but decided to stay under the blanket with the cat.

2) The party itself was less of a hit, mainly because of one particular colleague who got drunk before we even sat down to dinner, and seemed to think he was god's gift to women. After a very short space of time I got very, very fed up with the gushing flattery and attempts to charm me by going on about how much he wastes on expensive wine. Not quite as fed up as the woman he almost groped or the one he propostitioned, though.

3) Weekends are never long enough.
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On the business park where I work there is a shortage of places to get lunch. There's a canteen in one of the student buildings, which would be a bit like eating school dinners again. Plus the feedback I've had from colleagues who go there is that it's Not Good, in terms of quality, quantity, and service. There's a "refectory" in the building where I work, which is just a big room with a load of tables and chairs, but it's not exactly comfy and you can't get food there. It does have a kitchen, but it's never been switched on because it didn't meet the legal requirements by the time the building was finished. There's also a pub, attached to a cheap hotel, although it takes 40 minutes to serve a meal even when it's not busy and the food is about what you'd expect from a chain pub with that sort of service.

And until last Friday, there was a lovely little cafe that sold fresh sandwiches, baked potatoes, and soup. It was a great place to go if I needed to get out of the building, destress, or do some writing. It ceased trading having been forced out of business by a combination of rising food prices, the dearth of businesses on the park as they gradually go out of business of themselves, and a lack of help from the local government - their landlord, which put stumbling blocks in front of the cafe wherever it could because it didn't have a legitimate reason to keep them off the park. It also just happens to own the student canteen, the cafes main competition.

Apparently the local government feels that what amounts to a school dining room is a suitable place to go for working people and business lunches.

Which has left me wondering what the hell I'm supposed to do if I need to get off site and destress. If it's not raining I can sit by the duck pond, but what am I supposed to do the other 240 days of the year?
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Medicine labels in the UK are likely to be changed because they're "too confusing". Apparently the phrase "avoid alcoholic drinks" is ambiguous, along with "do not stop taking this medicine except on your doctor's advice".

Ambiguous? Really? Apparently avoid alcohol is being interpreted as "limit your intake" rather than:


–verb (used with object)
1. to keep away from; keep clear of; shun: to avoid a person; to avoid taxes; to avoid danger.

It may be un-PC to say, but I think what we have here is a case of pandering to the wilfully stupid. The same sort of people who need warning, for example, that coffee is hot or that peanuts might possibly contain nuts.

clhollandwriter: (mutant lucifer)

And in the news today: Dr Doolittle recruits for Mossad!

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So football's in the news again.

There's been a lot of fuss over the fact Russia's been awarded the 2018 World Cup, the day after being branded a Mafia state in that Wikileaks scandal. Well if that's the case they can buy anything, right?

Not only that, but over here it's been hard to miss the UK media baring it's teeth over allegations of vote-buying and corruption in FIFA, including the BBC airing a documentary about it just days before the vote. The media frenzy was hardly going to win the English bid any friends - guilty or innocent, no one likes to be accused of wrongdoing.
So it's hardly surprising that the England bid lost with a paltry two votes out of twenty-two - and one of those from a British guy. Whoever thought that slinging mud at an organisation and then expecting it to give us the World Cup was a good plan is an idiot. And of course, the media is now having a feeding frenzy over how it was all fixed. All of which just goes to show that the rabid institution hasn't got an ounce of sense anywhere in it.

Personally I find it quite funny. The embarrassingly low vote is reminiscent of the Eurovision Song Contest, and no one likes us there either. I wasn't a fan of the idea in the first place - it's too soon after the 2012 Olympics, especially as we have a struggling economy. Besides, given the mess we're bound to make of the Olympics it's probably for the best.
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Yesterday evening we realised our eggs were out of date, so we applied the age-old test of putting them in a bowl of water to see if they floated. They were fine, so we put them on a tea towel to dry.

A moment later there were a series of thuds as Gabriel, bless her, tried to jump up on the side (bad cat), caught the tea towel instead, and ended up in the middle of a shower of eggs.

So then of course we had to give her a bath. I'm not sure who was more traumatised.
clhollandwriter: (Shara)
As the saying goes, TFI Friday.

It's been a busy week. Half of the department have been off on holiday this week, and it's been stupidly busy. Today especially, when the only other member of my department disappered into a meeting and I was left holding the fort.

I don't think I'm really cut out for working in reception. I don't suffer fools gladly, and a lot of the people who phone in are fools. Today we had a call from someone who needed to speak to one of the accountants - all of whom were in training. I took a message and passed on an email. That same person called back three hours later to complain that no one had called them yet, even though I'd said I'd pass the message on. I can't understand how it's such a difficult concept to grasp - if I say they'll call when they're free and they haven't called back, it should be obvious that they're not free yet. Some people just aren't safe to be let out on their own.

I was going to post a review of Pan's Labyrinth, which we went to see on Sunday, but I think it can wait. I'm shattered, and not feeling great to boot. My cold's cleared up, except for the bit that decided to become a sinus infection. I've pretty much been running on empty this week, and I think I'll be off you bed in a moment.


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