To-Do Lists: Everyone's Doin' 'Em!

Weekend Stuff...

DONE:
--car washed/vaccuumed and plastic sheet draped over front end so birds don't shit on it from the pipe above
--laundry I should have done on Wednesday (delayed due to WAH issues and USPS suckage)
--Can't Find My Way Home outline (YAY!)

DOING:
--watching football
--trying to stay warm
--hearing good news from friends and family back east who were hit by ice storms
--working on A Division of Souls read/edit/reformat, currently on Chapter 13
--waiting to head out between 2:30 and 3pm to catch the 47 bus down to the symphony hall to sing along with Leonard Nimoy (okay, maybe not, but still, it would be amusing...especially if he broke into this song)

TO DO:
--write up a writing post over at my other LJ about the trilogy...I'm having more thoughts about the website, and the plans may change a bit...
--more writing projects and whatnot
--do some not-quite-last-minute Christmas shopping
--start contemplating writing and other plans for 2009 (again, stuff to post at the other LJ)

RTS: I Wear Black on the Outside, Or You Kids Get Offa My Emo

John Scalzi has a great post from a few days ago on his Whatever blog entitled Emo: Older Than You Think. Well worth checking out and SOOOOO true. Apparently sparked off by a negative reaction to harsh-but-true writing advice for teens (read: "Yes, your writing does in fact suck. But it gets better with time.") and a commenter's inane reaction that he doesn't understand and that Emo kids didn't exist back in his day (read: "You don't know what it's like!! WAAAH!").

To which he responds brilliantly:

...and I can assure you that 20+ years ago, we certainly did have Emos, i.e., sulky and morose teens scribbling bad poetry into notebooks and retreating into their music because no one understood them and so on. Our Emos listened British post-punk rather than American post-punk by dint of British post-punk hitting a couple decades earlier, but, otherwise, yeah, pretty much the same concept. We had Bauhaus, they have Fall Out Boy, and both bands just really want to go back in time to the Weimar Republic, what are you going to do.


Apparently Scalzi was spying on me back in the late 80s. ;)