Let's try this again shall we? The first blog attempt failed!
This morning (Monday and the first day of the Spring school holidays, typically it's pouring with rain) I woke early, cos that's what I do, and while drinking my coffee - I jumped into a chat room to see if there was anyone around I knew.
Well there wasn't.
So while working on a new scene within Exacabyte I watched the conversation. I'm happy to report the same old stuff is still happening - I haven't been in many chat rooms since KILLERBYTE, if you've read KILLERBYTE you'd know why.
My writing continued, occasionally I looked up at the chat window on my screen. A couple of times I wished I hadn't. And the conversation never really improved from semi-literate text speak, I was imagining squealing and flapping of hands in all directions... I don't think I'm wrong in that regard.
Lately - well since June really when the research began in earnest (but I had no idea I was conducting research initially-you're just going to have to go with that!)- it has occurred to me that some people never move past that tweenie phase of clamoring after pop stars, TV stars, and movie stars. The sort of total immersion in something unattainable that is expected in the young because they don't have any real responsibilities. They're free to buy everything available, cover their walls in posters - especially those large full size kissable ones and do whatever they can to attempt to meet the idol of the moment. And parents feed this obsession, knowing it's normal, harmless and will fade away as the child grows. (This is fascinating to me and not just because that's topical to what I'm currently working on - but you didn't hear that from me, lol)
Only when you're pushing 30 or 40 or 50 for that matter it stops being cute and boarders on full-blown obsession. (In some instances it moves ways past a seemingly harmless obsession and becomes full on psychotic stalking behavior - danger danger Will Robinson.)
Maybe I'm looking for it, and if that's the case I'm finding it. Recently I have noticed a lot of scary possessive stalking type behaviors on a par with Rose from Two and half Men floating free out there on the net, and they're making contact with others who are like minded. (Not always within the controlled environments set up for ease of monitoring of such things by management and threat assessors... lol) These people seem incapable of reason. They don't grasp that the object of their affection is unattainable. Is entitled to privacy. Is NOT public property. Is a person who has a life away from the glitz and glamour they perceive. At no point does the 'object' become human. There is no light that goes on with the truly obsessed that indicates they've stepped over the line.
It makes me want to reach into my screen and shake them until they wake up and see that whoever they're idolizing is just a person - like them - like me. Underneath we're all the same.
What amuses me the most is that once upon a time in a land far far away... there were two young girls who wrote, 'The Book.' They were 13 years old. NOT 30 and upwards. But 13. And 'The Book' was fan fiction and fairly innocent because, well, at 13 what did they know? (Although the term Fan Fiction didn't exist back at the dawn of time, that's what it was. Keep that in mind.)
I've had the misfortune over the last few years to read quite a bit of this new 'fan fiction' written by people who chronologically are not 13. Let me just say, most 13 year olds can punctuate and spell way better than what I've seen of late - what's more I've seen better plot development and dialog coming from the pen of my 10 year old. (No surprise there really.) The other thing to note is the subject matter of these fan type stories I've seen - what isn't porn borders on porn. What appears to have happened is that 'The Book' grew up, but didn't grow a better plot - it just got dirtier. LOL
On that note. I'm going to go write this scene, safe in the knowledge that things haven't changed much since I ran chat rooms and they're still havens for misfits and the dangerously obsessed, with the occasional sprinkling of intelligence and good conversation.
Is it just me that looks at TV shows and movies - scene by scene and wonders how many takes it took? Acting is a job. (I still enjoy the movie or show... but I can see the work it took in the background, ya know?)
There is no mystery here. Famous people still live normal lives... behind closed doors they have lives!
I must go have my breakfast -before I pull out my soap box and start telling you all what I think of THOSE horrendous glossy magazines full of bullshit and gossip.