Two Final Things

[handful_ofdust]

Obviously, I don't hate all my fans, or characterize them the way I characterized the H.G. Wells types in my last entry's first paragraph...but then again, those "types" weren't actually my fans, were they? And you know how I could tell? Because they treated me/my books like I/they were a very dead fish, which was difficult to take without even a smidge of rancour, hour after hour after hour. So there you go.

Secondly, at the risk of alienating some of my Steve Irwin-hating friends, I don't really find the spectacle of a passionate albeit occasionally annoying man in the prime of life, with two young children, dying in a freak accident--however assiduously courted--funny, per se. More like very sad, a pity, a bit of a blow to Australian wildlife conservation, etc. Which means I'm definitely not looking forward to the moment of his death eventually turning up on YouTube, any more than I'm willing to sit still for Entertainment Tonight running endless clips of him bonding with his daughter Bindi, in the hopes of making me break down in tears. Both seem equally grotesque, in their own way(s).

Comments

[aukestrel.livejournal.com]

Suddenly all I can hear is Jaye in Wonderfalls talking about her boss the MouthBreather. *g*

The media are in the business to make money and they will wring it from whatever they can. Steve Irwin. World Trade Center. JonBenet Ramsey. Ugh.