Not a Fan

While everyone around me is getting ready for the holidays, or just getting over them, I'm stuck here wondering about the human condition.


It's no surprise that there are things I like and things I don't care so much about, but it might be surprising that I don't really consider myself to be a fan of much of anything, not even of those things I really, really enjoy.


I see this all the time on the Internet, people rushing to the defense of things they like or cheering on their teams, and I just don't get it. In sports, it looks like when you root for one side you're required to see nothing your team does as deserving of a penalty while everything the other side does is wrong and a flagrant foul. In books, games, movies, and literature, people who are fans seem to go out of their way to justify what others see as flaws, and fanwaking takes up most of their time.


Fanwaking, of course, is one of my favorite words, and might even be a real one. It's pretty much the term used to describe going out of one's way to explain something that any normal person would see as a plot hole, but mostly just reflects our human need to justify.


I don't know why, but I can't feel this need, and I can't even call myself a fan of just about anything. Maybe I am, but just stubbornly refuse to admit it, or maybe I'm lacking what it takes to commit myself wholeheartedly to things.


I'll be among the first to defend something or someone if they're being wronged, but I'd like to think my support isn't blind. When someone criticizes something I like, I can get hurt, sure, but if there's some value in what's said, I have to consider that. Maybe it's part of it, but when someone or something I claim to love is criticized, I don't feel personally threatened and usually don't take it personally.


It may be, though, that I'm so reluctant to defend others because I'm not often defended and never learned that's how things are supposed to work. I do know, though, that if I say anything bad about Dragon Age or some other popular game that I'll be attacked up and down the Internet by fans of the game who will dismiss and diminish anything I say without even considering it.


And I can't do much about it. Maybe I'm built in such a way as to always first attempt to see the other side and not just instictively close my mind to anything and everything said by those with whom I disagree. I don't much care for Sarah Palin's views, but I don't hate her, and whenever she comes up with some new pronouncement, my first reaction is to try to understand where she's coming from.



This entry is rambling, at best, but it's mostly just a test to see if this blogging software works with my updated Wordpress. If you've read this far, enjoy the holidays!

More of the Same, Only Different

It's about time I remembered this blog.

Before I write anything, I had to upgrade my installation and, as they always do, the end of the upgrade directions contains the helpful advice that I should consider "rewarding yourself with a blog post about the upgrade." Well, I'm not sure how rewarding it will be for me or anyone else, but here it is.

It's quite an extensive upgrade because I haven't done one in quite some time. This new version has a way for me to add not only pictures to my entries, but video and audio, as well. I can only hope that means that the music comes on automatically when people load the page and plays all the time the page is open. It would be even better if I can find some of that old MIDI music we loved so well on the Geocity pages!

The good news about those enhancements, which may have been incorporated a few years ago, is that I don't have to bother with those annoying ways of including pictures I had to use in the past. They involved special coding, which I invariably forgot, but I'll have to check where these uploaded pictures are stored, if they appear as thumbnails, and all that.

Also, I have no reason to believe any of the old images will show up, not unless I move them.

See, this is what's great about living in this day and age. Computers allow us (me) to spend roughly forever completing tasks that were once unheard of. We think they're faster, more efficient, and let us be more productive, but that's not true at all. Sure, they let us do more, but we spend far more time managing them than we ever had to spend changing typewriter ribbons.

The good news is, this is a new post. Maybe I should try to get back in the habit of writing here, using it as a way to warm up for other writing I need to do during the day. Maybe I can even say something interesting some day.

Or, add a picture.