capriuni: A a cartoon furry monster whistling a single note; text; One-Note Nellie (1-note Nellie.)
('Cause I know the TV story is different from Robert May's original book. But it's the TV story that most people know -- anyway -- it's the one that I know)

Okay, we all know that "Rudolph" is a terrible story, because it teaches the 'moral': "Difference will inevitably, and naturally be despised until it can be exploited, so that the resulting exploitation must be celebrated as a happy ending."


We know this? We are agreed?


So you know what else sticks in my craw?

The "happy ending" for the "Abominable Snowman" -- being turned from Mean/Evil to Kind/Nice by having all his teeth forcibly removed.

No. No. No. No. NO!!

It's not whether or not you have teeth that makes you "bad," but how you use them.

It makes me want to write a Christmas story out of spite, where the day is saved by a giant monster with 5,000 sharp teeth, and three dozen sharp horns, and black shaggy fur. And, furthermore, the way the monster saves the day has only a tangential relationship to those teeth and horns.

(Meaning: they don't save the day by biting through or cutting anything, but by being smart, and compassionate, and maybe understanding of [problem at hand] because they know what it's like to be feared and misunderstood)

Eta: something like this critter:

Christmas monster
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So, yesterday, on the LiveJournal Side, I got into a thread discussion in my Daylight Savings Time pet-peeve post. And, even though I never intended to, going in, I got defensive, and argumentative, and ...just icky.

And the level of my reaction surprised me. And then it upset me, because I shouldn't have gotten as upset as I had. And then I descended into that downward spiral of depressive thinking, and that made me even more upset. So I had to back off, and post a Saint Paddy's Day Spoof vid, and a meme, and then trawl YouTube for Animaniacs clips.*

And then, as is my wont, I had to do some self-examination, find that pesky button, so I could put some sort of fail-safe on that sucka, or at least slap a Big Red Warning Sticker next to it.

This is what I've figured out, so far (links in this list go to Wikipedia articles):

  • I have no problem with time zones, per se, nor the related system of longitude, since longitude was developed through a long history of scientific inquiry, of people studying the Heavens, the Earth, and our place on it. Yes, there are arbitrary bulges, and corners, and dips and zags to accommodate artificial boundaries between states and countries. But at least each time zone is based on the actual circumference of the Earth (1/24th).


  • I inherited much of my distrust of DST from my father, who grew up in the age when it was reserved for wartime, and not a regular marker of the changing seasons. So, in recent years, when it's rolled around, I'm reminded that Dad's gone, now, and I have no one to with whom I can blow raspberries at the whole Idea of DST. And I get a booster shot of sadness and loneliness.

  • DST is a man-made thing. Its start time and end-time is decided by politicians and corporate lobbyists who want to sell more sporting goods, french fries, and charcoal briquettes. Selling more sporting goods and briquettes may be a perfectly fine goal, nothing wrong with that, per se, necessarily. But it does mean that DST as become the synecdochic file in my head into which I slip All Things of Human Cultural Hubris, and having to go around changing all my clocks just reminds me how much I "Do Not Fit" with American Culture as a whole, and how far I am "out of sync" with the world around me. It's a bit like getting poked in the cheek with a sharp stick.

And finally:

  • I remember how Bush sold this most recent extension of DST -- as his contribution to Combating Global Warming, by saving energy without having to make any really hard choices. Which... Just No.

*A Buttons and Mindy sketch called Mindy in Wonderland; I've seen Buttons and Mindy criticized for being repetitive, but these bits were less formulaic than the Road Runner cartoons they were spoofing (the chase and wallop trope). And in this one, it's a remarkably good mash-up with Alice in Wonderland, and Buttons finally gets praise and a hug for his trouble.
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    I pray you, what is't o'clock?

    You should ask me what time o' day: there's no clock
    in the forest.

(As You Like It Act 3, Scene 2)

I hate Daylight Savings! Especially in recent years, here in America, since Dubya Bush pushed for it to start before April 1st, and end after November 1st. Fer Crying Out loud.*

At the equinoxes, the sun should rise due east at six, be directly overhead at noon, and set due west at six. The Vernal Equinox especially. It somehow feels like bad luck for the sun and Earth, and Humankind to be out of sync on the equinoxes.

You know?

*I remember when it started the last Sunday in May. And ended the last weekend in October. That's the way it should be. Closer to Beltaine and Samhain -- traditional fire festivals (speaking of which: check the batteries in your smoke alarms: Though Daylight Savings is so out of balance with real time, it might serve you better just to pick two dates that are actually six months apart *grumble*)
capriuni: A black field crossed by five parallel lighting bolts in blue, gold, green, red, and purple (Yule Father)
This may come across as Holiday Heresy to some folks, but I've always hated the song "Rudolph, the Red-Nosed Reindeer." I hated being forced to sing it in elementary school holiday concerts, and the one year I was in hospital for surgery around Christmas, I'd be lying in bed and put my fingers in my ears to try and block out the song when they'd pipe it in over the loudspeakers to "cheer up the children."

Supposedly, it's a story about love and acceptance of differences, but it's always come across to me (even at five years old) as the Other Reindeer only embracing Rudolph, in the end, because it was beneficial for them to exploit his difference when they were in crisis.

However, there's a lot more to the original story from which the song and the tv special were derived.

Stupid won't let me copy text for citing a quote, but check out the last paragraph of the article:
  1. Rudolph was not imprisoned on Santa's compound, with the other reindeer, but lived on the Outside.

  2. Rudolph's parents were proud and supportive of him.

  3. Although Rudolph was teased, he was still a productive member of the community, with good self-esteem (see #2).

  4. Santa discovered Rudolph by chance, after his deliveries were already started, and he asked Rudolph to volunteer.

I'm just thinking about this because, even though only one person picked the choice in my poll, I'm thinking might be fun to try and compose my new Yule/Winter Solstice carol (Yule for Pagans, Solstice for Astonomers) around a fictional O.C., and make a comical ballad out of it.

...I just need to decide on an O.C....


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