Before I begin with today’s little snark, and yes, I do plan to rant, there is just one thing I’d like to clear up, and it, too, will be in the form of a snark, but, I guess I was right, so I suppose there’s some satisfaction to be had in that, at least.
Yes, I know I didn’t have that charitable feeling, and I know I was having a snark about the fact that we cannot turn around without being asked for money for something, and always, it seems, in aid of some good cause or another, and it’s not even as if I blame you... But this time I was asking, and you and I have a relationship... Or at least I thought we did.
I thought I gave good blog. I thought I was fair and reasonable in so far as I haven’t monetised my blog, and I’ve said that I won’t... not even for charity... I thought I was amusing about the old Twitter blogplugs. I’m pretty attentive, too; I try to comment on comments, and I always try to show how grateful I am for any interest you show in what I’ve said, whether you agree with my opinions or not. I’ve even tried to offer you the benefit of what little experience I might have had in this World, and I’ve talked about some pretty personal shit... And this is how you repay me!
The little call to charity I made to you all yesterday on behalf of the dort’s dance school floor was done somewhat tongue-in-cheek, of course it was, but the school is brand new, the dort is in the first intake year, Gareth Chown and Ben Davies, the guys in charge, are working bloody hard to put together a fully accredited course from scratch, and, together with a great bunch of teachers and some amazingly dedicated kids, they put on their first theatrical performance complete with staging, costumes an MC and several full houses only ten weeks into their first term. The floor only costs a grand! Thirty of you guys went to have a look at a dozen gorgeous kids shaking their stuff, but not one of you bothered to pledge a quid for their new floor. You tight bastards!
Yes, you should feel guilty. You don’t even have to pay the cash... not yet, at least, because if the school gets enough pledges a big business has offered to come in to help. All you’ve got to do is have a little faith and make a little promise. Go on... I dare you!
Here’s the PLEDGE PAGE again
and here’s another chance to SEE ADDICT DANCE ACADEMY dance. The dort's centre girl this time.
Right, until I see a bunch of new pledges on that site, you’re going to have to wait for the second half of this blog...
Serves you all right!
|These are the dancers who'll benefit from the sprung floors by suffering fewer injuries to their joints. Huzzah!
And on the Subject of Charity... Veronica Mars?
So, here’s the update, and I feel so cheery I can’t tell you. For what it’s worth, I also feel just a tad embarrassed. Here’s what happens: You see, apparently, the pledge site updates pledges once a day, and, when I wrote the rant you just read, it hadn’t updated. I’d written yesterday’s blog and today’s inside twenty-four hours, so, for those of you who did pledge cash, and some of you did, those pledges hadn’t yet registered.
They have now.
Thank you. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. To you, especially, and you know who you are. To those of you who didn’t pledge, go and do it, because if He can... There’s no bloody excuse why you didn’t. Do it... Go... This bit of the blog will still be waiting for you when you’ve done it, and think how wonderful you’ll feel about yourself.
That’s why there’s really no such thing as altruism: Because there’s always a benefit to doing good, even if it’s only feeling good about yourself.
Right... Veronica Mars!
I’ve been thinking long and hard about KickStarter.
I sort of worry about it.
I’ve been wondering whether it doesn’t fit into the category of begging and self-publishing and all those things that smack of not having the talent or the drive to get a job done properly by those qualified to do it.
With every new day that dawns I see a new KickStarter project being advertised on Twitter. Some of the early ones looked fascinating, inspiring even. I read quite a lot about Amanda Palmer’s foray into the thing, for example, and was thoroughly impressed. Of course, it’s not hard to be impressed by La Palmer.
I’m an odd fish in some ways. I can be extraordinarily spontaneous, and I can be a real risk taker. I also speak my mind freely. On top of the immediacy of those traits, I’m an unusual sort shopper, and bear with me, because this is going somewhere.
I visit a boutique in the town where I live, owned and run by a family. They stock both men’s and women’s clothes, and the husband and I both shop there. The husband will go in, choose what he likes, and be guided by Ryan or Gary, try on some stuff, and pay for what he likes. I go in and look around and have a chat with Janie. I don’t try anything on. I come back a few days or a week or two later and go around again, maybe pulling out a coat hanger or two, and chatting some more, and Janie or Gary might suggest something. I go away again. This might happen three or four times. Eventually, I’ll go in, and I’ll start saying that I like things. Gary or Ryan might put a few things in a dressing room for me. Another couple of visits and I might start to buy. I might buy the last of that season’s clothes that I liked in a sale three or four years later. I might end up with a dress in two or three different sizes if it stays in the stockroom for long enough. I’ve got dresses that I’ve been wearing for twenty years. I take my time, but I’m loyal.
I’m taking my time with KickStarter. Amanda Palmer made it look like a viable proposition, and she made it look good. The problem is that she, and people like her, started to make it look too good, and then every Tom, Dick and Harry crept out of the woodwork with their increasingly lame ideas, and what faith I had begun to develop in KickStarter began to waver... badly.
Then, along comes Veronica Mars... I ask you?
Veronica Mars was all very well. I rather enjoyed it. It wasn’t great, but it was decent enough. If it had been truly great it would have transcended the thing that ended it, which was, I suppose, uprooting the original premise, time- and location-wise. Veronica Mars, the character got too old and too sophisticated, and that was the end of that. Also, it was telly... It was pretty decent telly, but it was really only telly. Do we really want a movie of that stuff?
Do we really want movies of re-hashed, re-made, sequel-ed-up-the-ying-yang anything? That’s what The Man wants to give us. I thought Kickstarter was supposed to be for independents, for real people with real ideas, who were sick of The Man, and who wanted to give us something new, something different, something special.
Was I wrong?
I don’t know... I seem to be wrong about so many things, these days, that I can't even tell any more...