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03 March 2006 @ 11:19 pm
"You first feel the lion's roar in your scrotum..." "Yeah, but you had your dick in his mouth."  
Awwwww. This made me a little sad. It's kind of gossip-y, of course, so it ultimately means nothing, but I do just sort of feel bad... because both times I met Crispin he was so sweet. And one of those times it was about 3:30 in the morning... and the other time it was, what? 1:30 am or so? Yeah. Dudes, he did not have to be a nice person to us. And if he hadn't been, I would have understood... been very disappointed, of course, but I would have understood. It's well within his right to get tired and cranky, after all.

I dunno. Maybe I'm too understanding. Or maybe I just know that he put a lot of time and effort and money into his stuff, so I hope that he gets the best out of it that he can. I mean, I know (and you know) how much of a mental boner I have for Crispin, but even just setting that aside... I was genuinely impressed by What Is It? And I actually went into it thinking, "Oh well, even if it sucks or is self-indulgent and silly, I'll still love you, Crispin." I really didn't initially expect what I actually got out of it, which was a whole lot of enjoyable mind-fucking and a film of genuine quality that I could relate too. Far more than I've gotten from mainstream Hollywood, anyway.

I've been thinking a lot about the nature of criticism as I've been very sensitive to it lately. Not, like, boo-hoo sensitive... I guess. But depression kind of turns your mind to flaws. Flaws in yourself, in what you produce, etc. And then, immediately, the reality that there are faults in everything. Nothing human beings make is flawless.

So then, what is criticism, when it's not constructive or solicited? I firmly believe, after some observation, that such criticism (such that you might find on Portal of Evil or GAFF or on much of the Internet) is frequently less about whatever it is you are criticising and more about raising one's social status in a group. By criticising someone else or someone else's work, you allow yourself to stand upon their flaws to achieve a higher status within the group... regardless of whether the object of your criticism is in that particular group or not.

Not that criticism isn't an important thing to a functioning society... I've just been trying to figure out why some people are incapable of enjoying anything. And I think this is at least part of the reason why some people appear to do nothing except try to shoot down stuff other people like. They're too busy trying to advance socially. Maybe? Just a thought.

Ironically, right after I spent way too much time being self-pitying and foisting my feelings of inadequacy as a writer, an artist, and whatever upon kleenexwoman (God, I'm so sorry for that), I got an email from these people asking if they could, like, discuss the one serious House fanfic I wrote. ... man, all that kvetching about what a horrible writer I am, and then some random person has to go and say they like something I've done. I'm so confused.

In other news, I am awesome. And always beware of self-proclaimed fag-hags. Particularly when, um, I think we were talking about a man being eaten by a bear. Hellooooo.

Also, ghostgecko drew a wonderful little sketch of the only woman Pendergast should ever have sex with. And they would make a little caramel-colored baby and it would be the most wonderful thing ever. (He also drew me the most adorably cute picture of Avery--oh god, do you remember Avery?--with naked Pendergast... but I'm going to tease you all and make you wait for him to post it. Heh.)
 
 
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Phoenixrustrose on March 4th, 2006 02:27 am (UTC)
Wow, you've got balls. I don't think I could've touched that faghag thing with a ten foot pole...
DrWorm: sighdrworm on March 6th, 2006 02:50 am (UTC)
Thanks... even though that chick's version of cutting wit isn't as bad as some of the insults I've dealt with in the past. And that kind of 'faghag' stuff is such a pet peeve. Argh.
Elisa - Queen of Dorkslily_lemony on March 4th, 2006 04:24 am (UTC)
Y'know, reading that whole Crispin thing made me think of him as more of a normal person. Even "famous" people get upset, throw tantrums, act like idiots, which is what makes them more human. Seeing Jeff chomping on that gum at the Enterprise Wrap Party made me like him all the more. He's dorky. He's probably worried about his breath.

Maybe I read too much into stuff, but I always think, "If I were even semi-famous, how would people see me?" I'm bad enough in public to embarrass my husband sometimes and I'm not even near famous. Everyone gets cranky sometimes. Famous people just do it under more scrutiny.

But I digress wholeheartedly.
DrWormdrworm on March 6th, 2006 02:35 am (UTC)
Well, it's hard not to see Crispin as a real person after seeing one of his shows. When he talks, he tends to babble and sway and forget questions and things. And of course, it's hard to continue to see a guy as an untouchable movie star once you've spent an hour or so staring at the outline of his dick in his pants... not that I'm complaining, by any means.

Further drama. I feel really bad for him, actually, just because it's obviously frustrating for him to have people constantly saying that he's crazy or on drugs. Or an awful person because he had a shitty day, maybe made a mistake, and threw a tantrum. Unprofessional? Yeah, a little bit. (And autistic? Very much so.) It happens to everyone. People expect way too much, and you're right... practically everything famous people do ends up scrutinized and criticized by the most random of people.

Hell, I've had a hard enough time being semi-Internet fandom famous (I'm not really Internet-famous; I've just been around a longish time) and having old dramas and bad behavior and stupid opinions from when I was fifteen dredged up years later. I can't imagine being actually famous in any sort of way.
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DrWorm: an honest mandrworm on March 6th, 2006 02:56 am (UTC)
I know... hehehehe... I'm trying to finish the initial chapter, so maybe I'll ask him if I can put it up with that. If he doesn't put it up himself, that is. It is very cute.