fierynotes: Picture of Destruction, from the Sandman series, reading a book and slinging a guitar. (Default)
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This post also includes every tag I have -- this is because my current LJ style doesn't include a tag index. (At least half of my participation on LJ is on my phone. I chose this style because, as bare-bones as it is, it loads quickly and it's still readable on a small screen.)

I'd tell you more about myself, but that's what my profile -- and the rest of my LJ -- is for.
fierynotes: Picture of Destruction, from the Sandman series, reading a book and slinging a guitar. (Default)
This is half a bottle of Everclear, and the zest of a half-dozen lemons. (Sadly, the Everclear was the 151 proof, not the 190 proof. My state apparently doesn't allow the 190. Still, 151 is a better solvent for this purpose than the 80 proof vodka I was considering until I saw this stuff.)



Isn't it pretty? Only two hours, and it's already turned the alcohol yellow! Imagine what it will look like in a few days! Very soon, I shall add a few other ingredients, put it in tiny bottles, and sell it to desperate men at an absolutely ridiculous markup. After all, if you just put a dab behind each ear and another dab below the navel, all the whores will find you irresistible!

Actually, I tease. After several days, I plan to filter out the lemon zest, water the alcohol down to something reasonable like 80 proof, and add sugar. Even if I can't attend WesterCon in person, I still plan to attend in spirit, and this is one of the spirits I'm asking an old friend to take with her. (One of them was going to be lime, but limes are harder to zest -- the zest part is thin and delicate, and the pith is a real pain to scrape off. I may try again later, or I may give up and go with other ideas.)
fierynotes: Picture of Hotstreak, from the cartoon Static Shock.  He looks annoyed. (annoyed)
I'm not a true geek. I'm a poser, a Johnny-come-lately, a fake.

My first Doctor was Ten. To this day, I've only gone back to Nine. Beyond nine forward, I think I've only seen one Doctor Who episode, and I had fits because "hemovore" isn't a word. (Mixing Greek and Latin roots is a no-no. Someone should tell that to the polyamory crowd...) It was only by pointing out why "hemophage" or "sanguivore" would be better words that I escaped being outed as a non-geek. I made up for my lack of fan geekery with a show of language geekery, if you will.

My first space opera was Star Wars. I'd never even heard of the Lensmen until I was in college. (One of my friends lent me two of the books. Then, after I was hooked, the rotten bitch informed me that there were four more she didn't have, and oh, by the way, they're out of print. That was hours of time spend in used bookstores I'll never get back...)

I'm only barely familiar with the backstories of some of the DC and Marvel characters -- others, I don't know at all. And to be honest, I really don't care. I know that true geeks would carve out the free time to get familiar with hundreds of back issues' worth of story, but myself, I can't be arsed.

I dismissed My Little Pony as sugary girly crap until the second season of Friendship is Magic came along. To this day, my love of the franchise only extends to Friendship is Magic.

In high school, I was just a metalhead. I didn't really get into classical music until years later, and even now, my knowledge of the subject is far from complete. I specialize in the last century and a half of Russians. Meanwhile, my knowledge of popular music is so lacking that when a true geek pointed out sexist content in Beatles and Stones songs a while back, I had to look them up. No matter how solid my grasp of Music Theory, this is just shameful -- especially in one who calls himself a music geek!

I sometimes dress up at cons. Or, to put it less charitably, I sometimes indulge my inner attention whore and swan around in a pirate shirt that says "look at my shoulders" and pants that say "look at my ass." Apparently, I'm "con-hot," though, so I've gotten away with it... so far.

So, you all know my secret. I'm not as true a geek as I should be if I'm going to call myself a geek...

...oh, wait, I have a cock. I'm not one of those icky girls trying to claim membership into the oh-so-exclusive geek clubhouse, so none of that matters. And it shouldn't matter for girls either, except that every now and then some resentful toad whines about it. So... since so many people have by now said it far better than I can, I'll just end this post by pointing out what a disgusting toad Tony Harris is. Just in case, you know, you haven't reached that conclusion from having seen those posts before I did.

Well.

Aug. 6th, 2012 09:21 am
fierynotes: Picture of Destruction, from the Sandman series, reading a book and slinging a guitar. (Default)
(As a follow-up to a previous post (here on LJ, here on DW)...)

Walling is re-permabanned, after having been temporarily banned from Readercon. The Board that temp-banned him is gone, to the last member, and if it isn't already in the process of being rebuilt from scratch, it will be soon. Lots of new anti-harassment measures are being planned, in addition to a commitment to enforcing all the existing ones. Members who preregistered for next year's con are being offered refunds, though the con itself is obviously hoping that all of these actions are enough to encourage people to stay.

In other words, the con seems to have done everything right... even if it took half the internet screaming at them for it to happen. (Let's keep in mind that the temp-ban was the decision of five people. There were no shortage of people on Readercon's staff who were just as outraged as all us folks on the internet.) Whether having "done everything right" will be enough? That remains to be seen.
fierynotes: Picture of Arsenal, from DC comics, looking very pissed off. (angry)
In 2008, in keeping with its own policies regarding sexual harassment, ReaderCon kicked out one Аɑɾση Αɡαѕѕι¹. For life, because he we skeeving on a woman and ReaderCon had a policy stating that there would be no tolerance for that kind of shit. And not a tear was shed, except by Αɡαѕѕι himself. In fact, many parties were no doubt held in the honor of his permanent absense.

This year, in defiance of those same policies regarding sexual harassment, ReaderCon kicked out one Rene Walling. For two years, because he said he was vewwy sowwy. When I was first directed to this post by the woman he harassed, I figured that either Rene was a BNF or possibly SMOF², or that the previous harasser was a special case. Then I read one of the posts she linked in her post about Rene and discovered that the first harasser was the infamous Аɑɾση Αɡαѕѕι, above. It made me wonder if the No Tolerance rule on sexual harassment was a reaction specifically to him³.

Then I read that Walling had co-chaired a WorldCon. Yeah, that explains a bit.

(Sighs.)

For what little it's worth, I'd like to add my admittedly tiny voice to the already-huge chorus of voices condemning ReaderCon's Board of Directors. I would say that this was a bad decision akin to Lincoln deciding to go see a play, but that metaphor would only work if Lincoln had been warned ahead of time that John Wilkes Booth would be at the theater with a gun and decided he still wanted to see the play.

One: at the risk of stating the obvious, rules only work if they're enforced consistently. At best, some other would-be harasser will probably be emboldened by the fact that Walling got off easy. At worst, they've given Аɑɾση Αɡαѕѕι ammunition to appeal their previous decision.

Two: this particular rule was intended to make people -- women in particular -- feel safe. Again, applying it inconsistently sends a message. In this case, the message is "hey ladies, we'll keep you safe from creepy nobodies, but if someone with clout decides to get in your face, follow you around, or pinch your ass, rank has its privileges. Surely you understand."

Three: if you've ever wondered why so many sections of fandom seem dominated by men who are wondering why women don't come to conventions? Wonder no more. (The answer, of course, is that women aren't going to those conventions. I went to BasCon once. That convention was attended by several hundred people -- and I was one of three men there. And believe me, if one of us had been less than a gentleman, we would have been lucky to be merely arrested.)

Four: Walling was apparently very persuasive when he apologized. Have you ever caught a six-year-old doing something they damn well know they shouldn't do, and threatened them with consequences for their actions? They can be very persuasive, too, for all the same reasons.

In closing... to paraphrase Heinlein: they shot an error into the air, and it's still falling everywhere. This decision is the shot being heard around the world, at least in fandom. This is where ReaderCon has to decide which direction it's going to go. And it needs to decide soon, because a whole bunch of people are deciding that if they're not made to feel safe at this convention, they might as well stay home.



    1. A few words about Аɑɾση Αɡαѕѕι, here: he is a tenth-level creeper in a five-level reality. I first ran into him on GAFF because he's about as bad as Nicky the Wondergoth at writing, where he discovered our website in his his referrer logs and proceeded to tell us all how misinformed we were and that his work was brilliant. While other people were commenting on how bloody awful his writing was, I was attacking his source code. He insisted that this was also a bold artistic decision... because when you have a site devoted to your written prose, what you really need is several large non-transparent images with high z-index properties. (For those of you who don't do style sheets, read this as "large images obscuring blocks of text.)

      Of course, we were all just having fun making fun of the pretentious twit with delusions of competence. It wasn't until later that I discovered that he regularly gets kicked out of cons, usually for being a creeper. Y'see, he thinks he's a hypnotist. He thinks that if he stares at a woman long enough, her eyes will go all spirally, and soon thereafter she'll do all of those fun things with his dick that he no doubt sees in porn. If a lady leaves, he'll follow her. If she finds security and gets him ejected, he'll claim there's a conspiracy against him to keep him from staring at a woman long enough for his hypnotism to work, and maybe leaflet the con with bizarre incoherent pamphlets claiming that he's being discriminated against. People have tried to convince him that hypnosis doesn't work that way. They had no more luck than I did when I was trying to explain elements of bad web design.

      In short, he is the clueless loser dork stereotype made real and dialed up to eleven, down to his appearance. I won't attack him for being fat, which he can't exactly help... but I'm sure he could learn basic grooming, basic hygiene, how to do laundry, and how not to look like he smells of year-old fun-yun and cheeto crumbs.

      One last thing: I've rendered his name, above, with a combination of Greek, Cyrillic, and IPA characters that resemble the letters in his name. This is because I do not want him here -- if he comes here explaining that he's not a harasser because he stares at women seductively and not creepily, I may spontaneously develop cockpunch-over-internet-protocol powers, and I'm not entirely sure I can be trusted with that kind of power. If you comment in my post, please do not link to his site, and if you must refer to him at all, use "AA" or "that creep." Or copy and paste his name from my post.

    2. BNF -- Big Name Fan. SMOF -- Secret Master Of Fandom. The movers and shakers. Walling is clearly one of these. But, I should add, the author he harassed is one as well. So... I guess that means that he who has the penis wins?

    3. Cons in general don't like rules much, and many rules exist as reactions to specific events that made them necessary. The six-second rule, the no-peanut-butter rule, the no-substances-in-the-pool rule, the no-costume-is-no-costume rule, and no doubt many others, all exist because of a certain kind of behavior they were written to stop.

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