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Post by sturgeon on Dec 15, 2021 13:24:55 GMT
Fresh from reading a completely different cap about abuse and domestic violence, I sat down to read this cap about abuse and domestic violence. FML.
This cap doesn't present itself as such immediately, it starts with an idyllic schoolyard friendship that time and tide wears apart, until serendipity pulls the two main characters back together, and they fall in love. Happily ever after. The end.
Oh, wait, nope... it... oh - oh dear.
All this is presented in epistolary style with the boyf's name pointedly left out. In fact, the boyfriend is relegated to second person, as if the VC wants us, the reader, to identify with this schmuck. "Dear You," indeed.
On first read, I was worried that the writing was all a bit, well, bland. But then, knowing the ending, and seeing that this whole thing is meant to be a parting letter, I admired how little bitterness the narrator betrayed in her honest appraisal of the ups and downs of their relationship. The lessons learned, and forgotten, and re-learned the hard way.
On balance, I'm giving this a bye. A yes from me.
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Post by bulldust on Jan 7, 2022 21:51:56 GMT
The Bullmeister is catching up. Yes, he is woefully behind I his reading, but he’s getting there. Seriously, the Bull is tired. Moo.
The next cap, “Chasing Dandelions”, is, well, a letter.
The cap delves into the history of a romantic relationship, which as we discover is abusive. The author/protagonist is the recipient of the abuse, and details a progression of events that she experiences with her partner.
Overall, it’s a good reminiscence. It takes you through the birth and demise of a bittersweet romance.
It was, however, slow in places and although it was written as a letter still felt like it rambled a little.
So the Bull, being the complete bastard he is, is going with no.
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Post by rockefeller on Jan 22, 2022 17:20:46 GMT
Sorry for the delay here. I've been busy getting fired from a software position I've held for over 30 years. Packing up all the stuff in drawers and boxes and filing cabinets the other morning was a kind of nostalgic archeological dig. I'd completely forgotten my weird sunglasses phase, my herbal uppers phase. All the contracts for shorts I'd printed, signed and scanned I just left behind. Give the cleaners something to do. I think TQR is pretty handshake+cash informal in its whole publishing process. So no TQR contracts piled below my desk exercise equipment phase. Though I did find one of our anthologies.
I read this Chasing Dandelions cap the day before some fully vaccinated dumbass in hardware caught a cold, tested himself using one of the zillions of rapid antigen tests the gov's been squandering our rapidly inflating dollars on, then reported his positive result, resulting in we healthy unvaccinated programmers who've had no contact with him to be laid off for 10 days (while the fully vaccinated IT staff who sit in a stuffy little office with him for hours on end got no time off). It was during this leave that I was informed of the new company mandate that all employees would have to be "fully vaccinated" before returning, which, in my own case, and as I informed the company shyster and office mis-manager when they called, is never. No big deal, really. I was going to retire this year anyway. But it was distracting and might be why I had to take another look at the cap to remember why I didn't like it.
Technically, its reach slightly exceeds its grasp.
I would chase those dandelions, thinking that I didn’t wish strong enough, I didn’t blow hard enough, and that if I were given another chance, the fireworks would appear.
Like here the tense is off. Should be "hadn't wished... hadn't blown..."
The blowing of dandelions (*snicker*) as a metaphor for a dysfunctional and abusive relationship, while pushed to the point of motif and poetically competent, never really resonated with me. This is undoubtedly my bad, my biases and predilections, probably exacerbated by advancing age and a plethora of recent bullshit (no offense to my bovine buddy here). I think this cap could find readership in a touchier, feelier, more sensitive and poetically inclined venue. There is beauty in it. Still, signing off this epistolary offering with "Love, Me" disappointed. "Fuck, You" would have served my emotional needs better. A vaguely apologetic and guilty no, from the Rockman.
[PS Is TQR planning on implementing any sort of vaccine mandate? I know we're all recluses working from home. But still nothing is stupid enough to surprise me anymore?]
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Post by rorschalk on Jan 23, 2022 19:37:03 GMT
Oh for the love of Fauci...you tellin me you haven't gotchyer boostah?
/sarc?
In the mad society we find ourselves living in today, vaxxed or unvaxxed equals less than human.
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