First off, mega congratulations to Sarah and Kevin J Anderson for their Dragon Award. Also hearty congratulations to all the other winners – but since I don’t know any of them personally, the biggest heap of dancing rodents goes to Sarah. It’s well-deserved, not to mention wonderful to see things I actually like showing up in an award list.
I was starting to think I might just be too weird for words… what am I saying. I know damn well I’m too weird for words. My tastes are… eclectic is probably the best word (just as an example I think rap and its derivatives and jazz are about the only musical styles I actively dislike. The rap and derivatives largely because chanted words to a mostly rhythmic background does absolutely nothing for me. Jazz just leaves me cold – I can appreciate the skill of a good jazz player, but it does nothing at all for me). My reading tastes are much the same. I’ll read just about anything: it’s got to be totally dismal for me to toss it. And by dismal I mean either in terms of quality or in terms of dreary and depressing.
In any case, it starts to feel like you’re the only one when the things you really like are consistently ignored by everyone around you. For me the greatest benefit of the Internets (aside from the cat pictures) is the ability to connect with people who have similar tastes to mine, people who can follow my wild leaps of… something (it seems perfectly logical to me, but an awful lot of other people disagree) to similar conclusions without me having to backtrack and try to figure out all the smaller steps I skipped over along the way. Not to mention people who either don’t care whether my personal opinions match theirs to the umpty-umpth degree or have similar enough opinions the differences don’t matter.
The first time I ran into this it was incredibly freeing. After spending most of my life as the odd duck, the outcast (I can’t say black swan because most swans in Australia are black), I found an online home of sorts with people who didn’t think I was weird because I was different. They were either different in other interesting ways, or they were like me, or both. I’ve made several real, long-term friendships from that, for which I am immensely thankful. Hell, I met the Husband this way, and that meeting along with moving to the US and all that followed is something I doubt I’ll ever regret.
Of course, life is life and regularly dumps on me, but I’m still so much better off than where I expected I’d be 25 years ago. At that point I was figuring on confirmed spinster and crazy cat lady. I’m most definitely not the former, and quite a few cats shy of the latter. I’m also on a different continent than I expected to be back then, but it’s all good.
I still miss some things about Australia, but I wouldn’t change what’s happened. Mostly. If I had the opportunity I might kick my high-school self’s arse and tell her to go into computers no matter what the idiot guidance officer said about them being a fad. But that’s really about it.
Oh, yes. The picture is her highness Princess Buttercup, showing all the grace and elegance of the Siamese cat.