My Grey-Ass Moral Scale

That newest TV meme (with additional commentary):

Loving these (and by that do I mean they’re perfect? No. I mean I look forward to them and never want to miss them, because I care about the characters and am not yet done with the world):
Supernatural
Blood Ties
Heroes
Death Note (even though I know how it ends)

Mostly enjoying these:
Prison Break (but it’s getting hard)

Awaiting more of:
Battlestar Galactica
Lost
So You Think You Can Dance
American Idol
Canadian Idol (but see below)

Why am I still watching this shit (oh wait, I mostly don’t):
Bionic Woman

Occasionally watching, and I like it when I see it, but I often forget that it’s even there:
Reaper
Journeyman
L.A. Ink

Not watching, though everybody says I should:
Pushing Daisies
Weeds
Eureka

Waiting to catch up with on DVD, the way I so often have to, especially with cable shows:
Doctor Who Season Three
Torchwood Season Whatever
Dexter Season Two
Rome Season Two
The Shield Seasons Four, Five and Six
The 4400, Seasons Two, Three and maybe Four (I lost count)

Not if you stuck a gun to my head:
Stargate Atlantis

But pretty soon, all this is going to be fairly moot, since I’m going to have to decide which side of the fence I want to be on vis a vis the Writers’ Strike. The fact is, I am a member of the WGC (much good as it mostly seems to do me), so I need to come correct about my consumption habits—stop going to movies in the theatre, stop watching first-run television, stop renting or buying new DVDs. It’s certainly true that I now have so many movies (and TV shows) on DVD and video that there are many things I could be watching which don’t cross the line, things Steve (and sometimes I, pathetic as that sounds) ha(ve) never even seen before. Archivist fever, and all.

So I’m going to partially take the coward’s way out, catch up on my favorite shows until they hit their predetermined hiatus point—ie, run out of episode scripts—and institute a new policy otherwise: No recreational watching unless it’s TCM (movies made long enough ago that I’m not cutting into anybody’s potential recompense), no turning the TV on unless I have something in mind to watch, less watching generally. Probably all things I should have done long ago, but now I can feel additionally moral about doing them. And hey, I might even write a lot more, this way! Crazy, but true.;)

Okay, this has already taken up far more of my time than I have to give away today. Back to the important stuff…

N.B.: But before I go, a typically late and generally dismissive, antagonistic memo to that Intranetz at large re all those recent skanky gender, race and religion issues blow-ups in various fandoms we’ve had over the last two months, where one person says I have a problem with this and then somebody else says You’re harshing my squee! You hurt me! You’re mean!, and it all becomes a huge sprawling dogpile full of mutual insult, and etc. etc. fucking etc.—

Hey: Think about it this way (or don’t). Perhaps it isn’t so much that there’s something in fandom always lurking underneath the surface, threatening to blow up and start hurting people, apparently at random—perhaps, ladies and germs, there just might be something in people which does this. And not at random. Maybe we, each and every one of us, have to constantly fight our own assumptions, every day, in every way: Privilege, powerlessness, all the in-between shades. Maybe this is just a given.

And so, if you want to glitch on it and continuously discuss it like you personally can solve it, glitch on. But please do realize this, at some point: The only person you can ever actually solve it for is yourself, and maybe not even. Free will vs. human nature, y’all. The eternal dichotomy. Says the woman who’s white as a sack of very white indeed, soggy, bleach-ridden sheets…

And now, adieu! Feel free to hate; I’m used to it.;)