October 27th, 2002

me

Anonymity on the Internet

A topic has come up several times in chats between my husband and I, and now Paul. It's about Internet anonymity. Our consensus appears to be that it's too much responsibility for some people.

Sure, it's nice to be able to say what you want behind a wall of facelessness. But it allows cowardly assholes to be as abusive and spiteful as they want, without fear of the normal retributions of such hateful behavior--such as a fist in the nose, or people knowing what sort of person you are.
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Saint Sinner

Watched Saint Sinner last night with Matthew and Paul, the Clive Barker made-for-TV movie on the Sci-Fi channel. I think Clive Barker would be fun to hang with at a party. Or maybe he'd be kinda scary.

Having seen some of his other stuff, and read his horror short fiction, Saint Sinner came across as his attempt at horror comedy. He doesn't elicit the same sorts of laughs that, oh, say Joss Whedon does with his brand of horror wit, but there was certainly a humorous irony that speckled the movie. It's the kind of funny that makes you pull your lips back from your teeth and chuckle, rather than a delighted belly laugh.

And I don't think Clive thinks people are very bright in general.

Overall, it was fun. Nothing monumental, but fun. And there was a LOT of gratuitous clothing. In a story about succubi, one would assume there would be nekkidness. And yet. Many strategically placed sheets, though.

I wish Clive owned the rights to Nightbreed so he could finish up the sequel. Now that was good Clive Barker.
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