They all began to blur together at a certain point for me, like a long night of drinking, and I've never really fully recovered from the bender that is genre classification. For the rest of my life, I'll forever walk with a limp.
Now I have the image of us all gathered around a table at a hotel bar at some convention thirty years in the future, with our canes and walkers and prosthetics denoting our injuries from the classification wars.
What baffles me to no end is how even when it starts out with someone railing against it, the conversation quickly morphs into a "what is" argument.
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Date: 2008-03-02 03:43 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2008-03-02 03:48 pm (UTC)What baffles me to no end is how even when it starts out with someone railing against it, the conversation quickly morphs into a "what is" argument.