2019 … A ( Short) Wrap Up Post

2019 …. Wrap Up Post

 

This is probably going to be the shortest wrap up post I’ve ever written but here it goes …

 

2019 was probably one of the worst years on record.

There was so much bullshit, un-necessary drama, childish behaviour and exhaustive goings on that, I for one, will be glad to see the back of it.

Actually, I can’t even be bothered writing a long-winded essay about 2019 … So, here it is in dot points

 

  • Politics was exhausting
  • Climate Change is really a thing… And it was ignored …again
  • Everything is NOT awesome
  • Movies and Music this year was meh for the most part this year

 

On a personal note:

 

  • I got sick at lot this year – Boo
  • My workplace became a communist state (long story)
  • I took down an internet troll
  • I saw a side to the internet I didn’t like, and it’s changed my opinion forever
  • I finally found a specialist who CAN help me with my medical conditions and HAS helped me! Moving forward, I am down 1 less medication and 2 specialists #Winning
  • I tried (And failed) to keep to a regular blog posting schedule – but what else is new
  • I signed up for MPC 2020

 

There was some other stuff but It’s currently 5:08am and I don’t even know why I’m awake.

 

Anyway, that’s it for my 2019 wrap up post.

 

If it could just do as all a favour and end … that’d be great.

 

Ceej

The Hiatus continues

Saturday, 6:05pm AEST

 

As I write this, it’s still daylight outside and the birds can be heard telling the world it’s time to settle in for the night.

Dinner is on. Tonight’s meal is Roast Lamb with all the trimmings.

Hubby is practising guitar. He had a successful lesson this afternoon and really doesn’t want to lose the momentum, so he’s thrown himself into getting some practise in before dinner is ready.

This is good.

 

He’s plugged the headphones in, so he doesn’t annoy the neighbours. He’s also reminded me of the sound quality of said headphones. Not only did I jump 3 feet into the fucking air – I am now also convinced that sleep will elude me for the next 184 years.

 

As for me, It’s the end of week two of my Social Media hiatus and I have to tell you, it’s been interesting.

 

For one thing, I’ve continued with the productivity. This week was all about teaching myself new things.

 

Over the course of this week I’ve downloaded free trials of Scrivener and Spotify (Yes, I know. I am VERY late to the Spotify party and I am well aware I have a lot of catching up to do) as well as learning how to use Canva properly – should I ever wish to start making You Tube videos again.  There have been a lot of tutorials watched over this week and (not so) surprisingly, I’ve subscribed to a few new channels about writing which I hope will inspire me to get off my ass and get stuck in to making this Blog something more than a hobby.

 

On the medical front, things are moving along as expected. This week saw me visit a local Chiropractor (on the recommendation of my Aunt) who was very interested in my condition and very keen to help. On her advice, I went and got X-rays done on my Spine and Pelvis which thankfully, I didn’t have to pay for.  I’m hopeful they find something to work on. That’d be nice. I go and see them again on the 19th.  So, will be keeping you posted on that.

 

I’d asked my Dad to take me as Hubby couldn’t get the morning off work. He agreed and after my appointment we went to lunch at McDonalds. He let me have fries with my Ham/ Cheese/ Tomato toasty.  I suppose I shouldn’t brag about being so spoiled, but I can… So, I will. And there’s nothing anyone can do about it! 😛

 

As far as work is concerned, not much to report there.  The powers that be have moved everyone around and literally left us half the computer desks in the process. People have resigned, no one has a clue what’s going on, customers are getting snarky because it’s getting closer to Christmas and the place is an utter shamble! And, on top of all that, the big boss has taken himself away on two weeks’ vacation ergo making none of this his problem. In other words, it’s just another day in the world of customer service. You’d think, after almost 20 years in the industry, I’d be used to this by now … But apparently not. Oh well.

 

Moving on….

 

Another thing I’ve managed to do is catch up on all the You Tube content I’ve been missing.  My Subscription list was out of control and over the course of this week I’ve successfully managed to rein it back in. Hard to believe I’ve missed out on so much content! I used to watch You Tube religiously but then social media took over and it fell by the wayside.

 

It’s funny, I’ve started to realise just how much I relied on Twitter and Facebook. They truly were my connection to the world.  As I mentioned in a previous blog – It feels like I’ve lost a limb and I now I have to learn how to function without it.

 

At this particular point… I really don’t want to turn FB on again. Ever. It’s so noisy and messy and ugly that I could honestly spend the rest of my life without it. Sadly, I can’t. There are people there who read my Blog and right now with everything switched off … They’re not getting the opportunity to read anything and that makes me sad.

 

As for Twitter? I miss it. My FAN-MILY is there and I wonder how they are. Besides, unlike FB where I can pretty much leave it in a permanent state of deactivation, I have till the end of the month to switch it back on and I cannot afford to lose 10 years’ worth of Data.  It has a history and is part of who I am, and I would be devastated to lose it.

 

On that note, I best wrap this up.

 

Dinner awaits.

 

Thanks for reading.

 

CJ

The Art Of Hitting The Kill-Switch

I had thought that I’d be feeling a lot worse than this… but you know what? I don’t. I really, really don’t. And that surprises me.

 

A few days ago, I all but turned my back on Social Media. I deactivated my Facebook and Twitter account. Removed the apps from my phone and the bookmarked links on my PC. Hell, I even removed the Tumblr links and app and that’s not even one of the ones I deactivated.

 

Not going to lie. Hitting the deactivate button on Facebook lifted a massive weight off of my shoulders and I instantly felt better. Realising I didn’t have to scroll through tons of trash talk in my feed just to get to a post I wanted to read or scrolling through elitist “I’m better than everyone because I’ve been part of  this place longer than you have” bullshit cleared my head like you wouldn’t believe and honestly, if it wasn’t for the fact I have to renew a membership to something through a specific Facebook group at the end of the year – I’d never turn it on again.

 

Twitter? Well, that’s a little different. Twitter was, until recently, my playground. My safe space on the internet. That is, until I began being trolled by a Northern Hemisphere Mother of two, who has terrible taste in music and a Lawyer for a Husband – who took it upon herself to make my time there as uncomfortable as possible. Almost on a daily basis this person (who over the course of the last six months has had more name changes than the company I work for) found a way to humiliate and belittle me and make fun of me to others. Copying and pasting my tweets (which by and large are completely harmless and not an offence to anyone) across her socials and pointing out what she thought was wrong with them. I mean look, I know my spelling and grammar isn’t the best in the world, but this is Twitter and honestly? Who the fuck cares?

 

Yes, I know. I am aware of how completely and utterly First World Problem this is and at the age of 42 I should be able to let this slide off me like water from a ducks back, but I can’t. And it’s not the first time I’ve had it happen to me either. The first time I ever experienced this was back in 2008. Not that I want to go into details here, but I will say that it lasted for a period of 12 months and was relentless – again for the same reason. All because of what I wrote online and how I wrote it. Apparently, I am a stickler for upsetting people with my thoughts on things and my “very unique” world view.

 

This time however, I just found it exhausting. Completely and utterly exhausting. That said, my paranoia is in overdrive and I am fully aware the person in question is lying in wait for me… waiting for me to come back so they can pounce at the first given opportunity to have at me for a misplaced comma or quotation mark. It’s a sad existence I’ll grant you however I can only assume that this person must be unhappily Married or perhaps her Husband is having an affair with someone at the office or maybe her kids are complete and utter assholes … and so, because of this they’ve taken to trolling on the internet in order to forget their troubles at home.

 

Presumptuous of me, I know. But It’s got to be something, right? I just can’t see how a person can spend their entire lives being a kill joy on the internet.

Not that I’m ever going to have worry about it again … but there it is.

 

The other side of this is… there is a very small part of me that feels very isolated and alone. I’ve been part of the social media universe for close to a decade and it has become so much a part of my life, in particular over the last few years while I’ve been dealing with all of my medical issues. These issues have kept me pretty much house bound and not able to get out and about without help… so social media has been my way to connect with the world. Switching off makes me feel like I’ve lost a limb, a part of my person that I’ll never get back and having to function without it just feels weird.

 

That said, it’s only been a few days and I’m not going to be without things to do. I’ve got a whole list of projects I plan to work on while I’m on hiatus and I am looking forward to tackling these things head-on.

 

On the medical front I continue to enjoy being a Human science experiment. I’ve already had my appointment with my Dental Surgeon and my Osteopath this week and I’ve got appointments with my Physiotherapist, my GP, my Neurologist and my Chiropractor in the weeks leading up to Christmas.

 

Hurrah!

 

It’s almost impossible to believe there are only eight weeks left of 2019. It only occurred to me the other day when I asked my Husband to flip the calendar over. Looking back over the last year – I find myself thinking that on one hand I haven’t really accomplished much but on the other… compared to where I was in January this year, I’ve come along in leaps and bounds, and I have a lot to be proud of as a result.

 

Overall, I don’t think that’s a bad thing.

 

Thanks for reading,

 

Ceej.

 

And .. That’s the wrap

So, it’s 9:51pm on Friday the 1st of November 2019 and I have just switched my social media accounts off -well, FB and twitter anyway.

 

I’ve deleted both  the apps of of my phone .. including Tumblr.

 

For the next month I plan to focus on my writing and things that make me happy.  I’ll explain why I left socials in more detail during the coming weeks

 

Here’s hoping you can see this somewhere

 

CJ

Why I Feel The Need To Belong .

For the record, I was inspired to write todays blog after a conversation on twitter. For those involved in said conversation – I thank you. For without it, this blog would not exist and, well, that’d be pointless really, wouldn’t it?

 

There’s no way I could justify paying the yearly fee to keep the domain if I wasn’t inspired to use it.

 

Here’s the thing, when it comes to the updating of this thing- I’m a lazy ass fuck. Honestly. Ain’t gonna lie. Useless as tits on a bull when it comes to updating this thing – but here I am having yet another crack at trying to keep this blog alive on the basis I really want it to take off and become something. As to what that something is, I have no idea .. but anyway.

 

So, the thing that’s been milling around in my head the last couple of days is my need to feel I belong.

I’ve been thinking about it for a long time and I still don’t understand why. People ask me why I feel the need to *Be accepted* or *Be part of Something* or *The need to feel like I belong somewhere* and my answer is- I don’t know. I honestly don’t. All I know is that without that feeling- I have nothing and that scares the crap out of me.

 

I suppose, if I were to try and examine it, it’s possible this fear of not belonging anywhere stems from my childhood. Always feeling on the outer – like, no matter what I did, I’d never fit in. I was always the last to be picked when it came to school sports, the last person people decided to be friends with and when it came to family – the last person to be noticed accomplishing anything.

Growing up was pretty much the same. I was over looked time and time and time again.

That is, until I discovered the world of social media. In one form or another, it’s kind of taken over my life. (My dream job would be doing something from home – involving social media. That would be amazing)

Before I get into that (and other things entitled “How I became a social media pest”) I figure I’d give you a bit of back story.

So, I got my first taste of the Information Highway all the way back in 2003. Back then, it was still a *new* concept ( Australia’s infrastructure for this sort of thing remains on of the shittiest – ranked #68th in the world for internet speeds and efficiency ) and, if I recall correctly, I had a job whereby I had to sell it to the masses in package deals that included either a landline or mobile phone on 12 or 24 month contracts.. which I got bonuses for if I sold enough during that particular campaign push.

Anyway, in the beginning there was MSN chat rooms (Remember those) and my first taste of community was in a room called “All Women”. Now, unbeknownst to me, the title of the room was not “All Women” as I first thought but as it turned out – it was a chat room for Lesbians! They were a lovely bunch from all over the world and I swear to you, I never laughed so hard in my life! What’s more? They didn’t mind I had a boyfriend either 😀

By 2007 though, the MSN platform had all but been abandoned and I found myself floundering again. The friends that I had made in that chat room all but disappeared and I never spoke to them ever again. Even at time of writing – I have no idea where any of those ladies are … I still wonder about them from time to time and hope they went on to have happy and for filling lives one way or another.

So, 2007. The year I joined Facebook. The Year Livejournal was still a thing and the year I fell in love with Stand Up Comedy.

2007 was the year my social media presence began to take off (I hate to admit it – but I do have one. I am, in a matter of speaking – like an Internet *Rome* in that all roads lead to me HAHA. Hence, I am a self-anointed internet pest.)

I found myself up to my neck in the world of stand-up comedy. Social media was the perfect way to meet like-minded folk who loved the same Comedy shows that I did, and we’d discuss them at length on line. Eventually, that lead to meeting these folks in person and thus forming a tight friendship group.

My foray into the world of Stand-up Comedy ran from 2007 to Mid 2014. I did everything from watching it on TV, attending shows live around the country, writing articles for online Comedy Magazines, supporting venues and there was even a few years where I performed Stand-up comedy myself – taking my hand written notes from one venue to another and hoping that I didn’t die  a horrible stage death. I entered a couple of open Mic competitions which I lost … embarrassingly but I still loved it and felt part of the community. By late 2012 I was pretty much on top of the world. Not only did I have all the friends a girl could want – I was also on the inside … meaning I was friends with some of Australia’s A lister Comedians, knew TV Producers who worked on filming live comedy shows for TV and was a VIP for most Studio shows I attended.

And so, it went on. And on. And on.  I got the opportunity to take part in a couple of stage shows in 2013-2014. This was exciting and nerve wracking at the same time. All the while I was online – talking to people in this community, having them treat me like I was *one of them*

They said I was funny. They said I was hilarious, and they said I was destined for great things.

And I believed them. I was free publicity for everyone I knew. Putting call outs on Facebook, twitter and Instagram. Letting everyone know what shows to attend and where… and I did it because I loved it.

And then, In November 2014 … Everything changed … I had, what I believe, was the equivalent to a nervous breakdown. Between November 2014 and September 20      16 … There is a blank spot in my memory. I have no idea what happened. No memory. Except for drinking a lot, going to work and coming home again. If you asked me what watched, where I went and what I did – I more or less couldn’t tell you. (That’s why FB is great for memories. Really helps) But by September 2016 … I decided it was time for a change.

This time it was the world of You Tube.

That’s right. Your girl thought she’d find her creative chops in the world of online content. Thought she’d find somewhere to belong in a world where people spend time largely by themselves sitting in front of a camera and talking into it.

So, I set about teaching myself everything I thought I needed to know to become a You Tuber. I watched countless videos (on You Tube ironically enough) on how to BE part of this wonderful community. I watched videos on what camera to buy, how to create banners and thumb nails, I created a FB page  for myself ( Which I still have btw. All my social media accounts are linked to it. I decided to do this because people were complaining that I posted too much on my personal page. HAHA), used all the free trials of all the editing programs until I decided which ones I liked (iMovie and Final Cut for the win) and tried my luck at becoming a YouTuber.  I even attended VIDCON AUSTRALIA a few years back – in the hope I’d learn a thing or two (I did, actually) and walk out of there all the richer for the experience.

Naturally, I let social media do the talking for me and I did what you’d expect. I followed all the popular You Tubers – all from America and the UK- all the big names and took it upon myself to *Promote* everything they said or did.

By the end of 2016 I was making videos and they were terrible. Honestly fucking terrible. And I’m not ashamed of that. To date, I still have my channel up – but I just haven’t posted anything in over a year.

This is due to my plethora of medical issues that caused me to get rid of most of my camera gear so I could afford to make ends meet and pay my medical bills. I am a little sad- as it was a lot of fun and, truth be told, I really did enjoy, and become quite good at the edit process, but life got in the way of being part of that world and so, I had to cut my losses and walk ( or in at that stage hobble ) away.

Mid 2017…

I discovered Outlander.

At time of writing, I am still part of the Outlander Fandom.

I’m not going to go over it again because I have several blogs written about how being in this fandom and being part of this community has ultimately changed my life. For the better. I truly believe that. The friendships I have made over the last year and a half have given me a new zest for life I never thought I’d have. I’ve become fitter, healthier thanks to Outlander’s leading man Sam Heughan’s MPC program- which in turn has encouraged me to seek the correct treatment for my medical issues which are improving every day.

I’ve become friends with You -tubers around the globe who discuss OL content and in fact, they are inspiring me to want to re-invent myself and my Youtube channel and start again and see where it takes me (Shout out to my friend Shaun from Scotland! You’re my favourite Youtuber Person! I owe this to you x) I’m not sure when that will happen but hopefully soon.

You know, its funny. In writing this blog, I think I finally figured out what it is. This need to feel accepted. This longing to belong. It’s because it makes me happy. Sets my soul at ease. Doesn’t make me feel like I’m facing anything entirely alone.

I’m well aware that, for the most part everyone exists inside the little silver box that sits in front of me and at the end of the day, they have lives away from social media, jobs, kids, husbands, wives and other responsibilities that need their undivided attention – and frankly, so do I .. but it’s just nice, I think, to know that with a push of a button, a flick of a switch you can connect with thousands of others around the world that feel exactly the same as you … and there is something quite comforting in that.

 

Ceej

An update …. For an update ..

Sunday, 31 March 2019… 10.02am

While I wait for inspiration to strike- my phone has dutifully informed me that it is in desperate need of an update. Of the software variety.

Fine.

I allow this and check the progress … Time remaining …. two hours.

Two hours. Two fucking hours to add exactly 4 new emojis to the already ridiculous amount of emojis that I will probably never use in my life time.

Thanks, Apple. You absolute utter wizard.

 

Right.

 

So, here I am. Again. After what feels like an eon since I last blogged something. *Checks date of last blog entry* … Oh….

*Ahem*

I know. I am the worst. Legit the worst. I’d never make it as a successful writer because I can never keep up to any writing schedule that I set for myself. Too busy being distracted by all the shiny on the internet.

Sorry.

Also, apparently, I need to read every book on the planet before I can write anything of worth as well. Is that a thing? Or is it just a load of bollocks made up by people who don’t write anything?? Either way, I’ve been reading a bit as well. I’m reading a series called “The Jacobite Chronicles” by Julia Brannan and it’s very good. I’m about ¼ through the 4th book at the moment and enjoying it thoroughly.

 

*Checks phone update*… 38 minutes …

10.17am. So, in 15 minutes the update download time has gone from 2 hours to 38 minutes. What. The. Fuck Apple. You are not making a lick of sense right now. Mind you, I do have a very old phone, by 2019 standards at least – an iPhone 6s. The last of a dying breed of phone that has a headphone jack. It’s why I am loathe to part with it.  I don’t know what I am going to do when it finally dies and goes to the Apple recycle depot in the sky. All the leftover earbuds from previous incarnations .. left to sit in a draw or lay lifeless in that side pocket in a backpack that has no other use for an eternity, gathering dust because having a phone with a headphone jack is deemed uncool by … fuck… I have no idea… The ghost of Steve Jobs or something. Who knows?

Even so, there are tens of someone’s with a specific skill set now killing time in the unemployment line because the powers that be decided iPhones would do better if they didn’t have a headphone jack.

Welp.

*Checks phone update* … 10.30am. … It’s preparing …. Ohhhhhhhh.

I think it’s installing now. How exciting. This is my life you know; in case you were wondering. You probably aren’t… but if you were…  This is as exciting as it gets. Waiting for shit to update.

My life is a series of system updates. Christ almighty .. what a depressing analogy .. even for me that’s depressing. But the more I think about it, I can’t help but realize just how bloody accurate it is

I feel like I’m constantly waiting for my life to update – in the hope the next instalment that I get will be better and have improvement on the last. There’ll be no more bugs or glitches and things will run smoother.

 

And yet …. HA!

 

Anyway, it’s 10.41am and all I’ve got is a white screen with a black line going across it. The black apple logo sits boldly in the middle like a proud mum – who is secretly living the life she actually wanted, vicariously through her children.

*Stops writing for a minute*

 

Oh. I’m sorry?? You feel seen? Shut up you Apple icon, technically outdated, vicariously motherly smug bastard! You’re not the boss of me!  You’re not –

 

Oh.. You’ve updated?

 

Oh… well then … Why didn’t you say so?

 

10.51am.

 

It’s over. It’s finished. It’s done.

 

The battery sits at 87% charged … which is sufficient … according to its calculations.

 

Hopefully this is as well.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My Thoughts On The State Of The Outlander Fandom: AKA The Art Of Sitting On The Fence – And Ten Positive Things I Feel We’ve Forgotten

I had wanted to wait a while before I wrote this to be honest. A week. Maybe two? But it’s been playing on my mind for the longest time and I will not be able to rest until I have said everything, I have wanted to say

As you may have guessed from the title of this blog… I have spent the better part of my involvement in the Outlander Fandom ‘Sitting on the fence’

If you’re unfamiliar with the term – that comes as no great surprise. I’m the only one I know that uses it.  It means I try and get along with all facets of the fandom… no matter how big or small those facets may be. It means I don’t exactly *fit* into any category or group of people – because I try my hardest to see everyone’s point of view.

Let’s begin by breaking this fandom down into its respective parts (As I see them. If I miss any -let me know)

Also, I am not here to flame on anyone by doing this- I just need to do it for the sake of getting my own thoughts out into the Universe.

 

  1. – who have read the books and watched the TV show
  2. Non-Shippers – who have read the books and watch the TV show
  3. Book readers – who watch the TV show
  4. Non-book readers – who watch the TV show
  5. Those that stay loyal to the books and refuse to watch the TV show
  6. Those that listen to the books via audio book aps and watch the TV show

 

And then, we break it down again into smaller groups:

 

  1. Jamie and Claire/ Sam and Cait fans only
  2. Roger and Bree / Rik and Sophie fans only
  3. Fergus and Marsali/ Cesar and Lauren fans only (They’re relatively new. But they’re included for the sake of this blog)
  4. Fans of other OL actors David Berry, John Bell, Duncan Lacroix etc, etc .. – They also are included here for the sake of this blog.

 

As you can see, once this fandom is broken down – there are a lot of groups and thus sub groups that make up this wonderful, glorious place known universally as the OUTLANDER FANDOM. On the surface -we’re all here because of our love of a story written over 20 years ago by an Author by the name of Diana Gabaldon. The story of how a WW2 nurse finds herself 202 years in the past and falls in love with an 18th Century Highlander.

There are 8 main books to date (Book 9 to be released at some point this year) plus many novellas, short stories and novels relating to different threads of this universe – which still somehow, magically tie themselves into the lives of the two main characters (At Time of writing – I still need to read all the other stories and the LJG novels. It’s the only reason I’m glad this Droughtlander is one year long)

In 2014 it was adapted for television and since then it has become a global phenomenon – with all of us falling in love with its larger than life characters, its scenery, the costumes, the sets and oh, the beautiful musical score we are blessed with thanks to Bear McCreary. I could go on and on … but there’s no need. We’re all on the same page now, I hope.

 

So, here we are. The end of season 4.  And we are all facing an incredibly long, long wait for our beloved show to return to our screens. Season 5 is due to start filming very, very shortly and we’ve got to wait till early 2020 till we see it again.

When I discovered Outlander in mid 2017 – It was like I’d won the lottery. I never felt more *at home* anywhere in my life. To explain… I’ve always felt in order to feel complete as a person, I needed to belong somewhere. Be part of a family. A wider community. It’s not something I’ve ever felt in real life – at least, as far as my actual family is concerned. They’re scattered and all over the place and generally tend to stay where they are – content to live in their own life bubble – not really wanting to connect with anyone else .. unless they have to. We still send the occasional cards for Birthdays and Christmas, the odd phone call here and there and drop a comment or two on FB – but away from that, we’re not a close-knit lot which is why, even after all this time, my Outlander Fanmily means so much to me. (Side note: Thanks to Outlander I discovered Sam Heughan/ My Peak Challenge and became a Peaker at the beginning of 2018. But that’s another story for another day.)

This is my 2nd Droughtlander. Well, two and a half if I’m perfectly honest. I came aboard about 4 months before the beginning of Se 3. By the time Se 3 went to air – I was reading ‘The Fiery Cross’, watched the first two seasons back to back twice and was following cast and crew across all social media platforms. During the hiatus between the end of Season 3 and the start of season 4 I finished reading all the books, re-watched all three seasons back to back at least 3 times, joined MPC and pretty much introduced all of my friends to this wonderful series.

So, it’s fair enough to say that by this point – I’m pretty well known amongst the fandom, cast and crew have a vague idea that I exist – due to the fact I tweet them a lot * Oops! *   and I have successfully made and maintained friendships with everybody right across the board.

Which brings me to the question: Why?

Why, over the course of 13 weeks … has this fandom torn itself apart and turned against itself?

I’ve seen book readers tear strips off TV watchers

I’ve seen team JC/ SC flame team RB/RS and visa-versa

I’ve seen shippers have unnecessarily heated arguments with non-shippers for no reason and visa- versa

I’ve seen TV watchers cry confusion when they don’t understand – only to stomp on book readers when they try to explain things

I’ve seen OL production turn tail and run away – when fans from all corners demand answers for their decisions (and don’t get me started on the MBR dramatic twitter exit towards the end of the season)

I’ve seen the powers that be throw their lead actors * Under the bus* as it were so they can deal with the dumpster fire this season has caused.

I’ve seen cast members block fans (Yes, I’m looking at you and you!) because … I don’t know… you’re having a bad hair day or something??

Oh, and if you see anyone who works in post-production – tell them I said they have a mountain of explaining to do.

 

The Outlander fandom has been gas lit from end to end and it makes me so mad I could just cry. * Glares at those responsible for that for 84 years*

 

See here’s the thing about sitting on the fence .. You want to get in there and fix the shit show – but you can’t. It’s not your job. Instead, you try and see the positives in everything – because that’s the only way you know how to stop yourself losing your Goddamn mind.

Therefore, I humbly present – The Positives in Everything.

 

  1. This fandom is full of gifted, talented, creative people.

I kid you not. The OL fandom has some of the most creative people I’ve ever met in it. They write amazing stories, they paint incredible works of art, they sketch and draw likenesses of our beloved characters that are so realistic – It makes you wonder if it’s real. They knit, sew and crochet beautiful creations. Others can cook up a storm, cos-play like a boss or come up with concepts and ideas that are so amazing – it blows your mind.

 

  1. This fandom is hilariously funny.

 

I dare you to find a more hilariously funny bunch of people. Since joining the OL fandom in 2017 – there’s hardly been a day where I am not laughing at something. Whether it’s a meme or a gif or a line from DG’s books. The in-jokes this fandom has are some of the greatest ever invented (#KiltDaddy anyone) There’s always something to laugh at. Add to this, the stars of the show are often the cause of the hilarity and when that happens – no one is safe!

Never a dull moment – and I’m grateful for that.

 

  1. This fandom loves donating to charity

 

If there’s one thing this fandom is good at – it’s raising money for charity. As one we have raised millions of dollars for charity organisations around the world. That makes me proud to be part of this fandom – to know that we have helped people with our donations makes me very happy indeed

 

  1. We support other projects

 

Whenever one of our beloved cast members has another project – be it a movie, another TV role, an independent film or even if they’re running a marathon or two – you’ll find the OL fandom right there at the sidelines cheering them on. We don’t even give it a second thought. It’s just what we do.  We’re awesome that way.

 

  1. We support each other

 

Yep. Yep we do. Otherwise we wouldn’t be able to deal with Droughtlander together, would we?

 

  1. The Cast and Crew interact with us on the regs.

 

Now, I know having read this far, you’re probably wondering why I chose to add this as a positive … .and the truth is … because, over all, it is.  I can’t think of any other fandom where the cast and crew interact with fans as much as this one. It may not be smooth sailing all the time and we may be left shaking our heads a lot – but at least, they speak to us… which is more than I can say for any other fandom I’ve ever been in and I’ve been in a lot over the last decade or so (Giving away my age now – uh oh)

 

  1. We have the best looking cast ….. Ever.

 

Regardless of which side you’re on- you’ve got to agree that the cast of OL is, to use a quote from Derrek Zoolander – ‘really, really, really, ridiculously good looking’

…Shut up. Don’t @ me about this! You know I am right! Our Queens are to die for and …. Do I even need say anything about The King of Men? … Heh… nope. I didn’t think so.

 

  1. We can all agree that DG’s books are amazing

 

As I mentioned in the beginning – DG’s books are the reason this fandom exists in the first place. Even if you’ve never read a single word- you’re well aware that most of the dialogue used on the show comes direct from the pages of the books and that she’s won awards for her writings – mostly which are from the OL books.  And, if you have read a single word – if you’re anything like me .. those words become burned into your brain – never to leave and they are memorised eternal.

Love her or loathe her – we, as a group have so much to thank her for. For giving us this incredible, amazing story and blessing us all with the perfection that is James Alexander Malcolm McKenzie Fraser.

 

  1. This fandom has single handedly done wonders for Scotland’s tourism industry.

 

It’s positively true. Thanks to both the TV series and the books – Scotland has become awash with tourists from all over the world wanting to see Outlander filming locations or in the hopes of catching the cast themselves on set somewhere. Year after year, people come in their thousands to visit the country that made us fall in love with the Outlander series in the first place. I plan to go there myself one day. People say it’s a beautiful country… If what I see in the TV series is anything to go by – then I honestly believe it

 

  1. Fandom Friendships are for life

 

They are. I’ve made some amazing friendships during my time in this fandom and my only hope is that we stay friends for the rest of our lives. I’ve made friends with people from all over the world thanks to Outlander and I feel extremely lucky to have found such friends. I love talking Outlander with them. Not only that – I love finding out about who they are and what the world is like for them.

They’re truly wonderful, fabulous hilarious, creative, clever, witty, funny people and I’m proud to say I know them.

 

So, there you have it. Ten positive things about this fandom. I think it’s very much needed after the last 13 weeks of shit storms and dumpster fires and *Fan-shaming* and *actor/ character bashing*  and temper tantrums and the verbal or metaphorical equivalent of *Picking up ones toys and going home because they don’t want to play anymore*, the blocking, the bitching, the complaining, the arguing, the crying and the general disrespect and disregard from everyone on both sides ( From fans and cast and crew) because this is not what we’re about.  We’re better than that. Everyone is.

We’ve got a year before the next season starts and it’s only going to be 12 weeks long. So, I ask you… Can you think of anything positive about this fandom until then? Can you? Because trust me guys, we’re gonna need it if we’re to survive the next 12 months.

 

Think about it,

 

Thanks for reading,

 

CJ