Realm of the InterNutter

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I'm going to try to be nice, but I've been seeing this all day so I apologize if I seem needlessly angry... And I hope you were serious, or...

I’ve thought about the whole “Derpy is offensive” thing ever since they were threatening to remove her completely. There are plenty of other characters across the board of age demographics who are: portrayed with “derp” eyes, voiced to imply they have a mental problem, accident-centric, and on the whole *just* as offensive as Derpy is supposed to be.

They are all male. Without a doubt. Dog of CatDog, the titular two stupid dogs and hundreds upon hundreds of others [I haven’t checked. This is very likely hyperbole]. I can name only one other female character in the “stupid” role and that’s Dee Dee(?) of Dexter’s Lab. And even then, she’s not the slightest bit as deeply derpy as Derpy is.

At least Derpy acknowledged that she’d caused an accident and offered to help. That’s a big leap forward in the portrayal of possibly-mentally-challenged cartoon characters. As opposed to the typical attitude in kids’ media of, “let’s laugh at the retard”.

Now they want to take away her name and make pretend that there was nothing ever “wrong” with her? How is this supposed to spread the message of love and tolerance? How is this supposed to teach our kids that it’s okay to be “different”[and yes, my kids and I watch and love Derpy. Yes, they have a “mental disability”. No, we were not even slightly offended. Until they censored Derpy]?

It doesn’t.

Saying that there’s something “wrong” with a possibly-mentally-challenged character and “fixing” them or erasing them is wrong. It’s way more offensive than just having the character in the first place.

It’s telling everyone with a mental problem that they should be “fixed” [even though there’s nothing wrong with them] or if they can’t be “fixed”, that they should hide so that the whole world isn’t offended by them. That’s wrong, too.

Sorry for the wall of text, there, but I feel strongly about this. It’s as if we’re about to turn a corner with the general portrayal of the possibly-mentally-challenged in the media and I can’t help feeling that Derpy is the balance point. I also can’t help feeling that Hasbro is tipping precisely the wrong way.

I have no objection to the re-voicing. That’s fine. The voice actress made a mistake and it’s okay to correct that[Plus there’s plenty of the actually-mentally-challenged in the real world who sound “normal”]. I do object to editing out Rainbow Dash saying “Derpy” [It’s not a slur. Look it up FFS!] and I object to “fixing” Derpy’s trademark eyes. That is rank cowardice.

FYI - for the left frame of that picture, I purposely picked cartoon characters that I’m familiar with, and that I have to leave the room for when they’re on screen. Patrick Star is the only exception, because I find him barely tolerable on a good day. I, personally, find them offensive. Instead of making the animators “fix” those characters - I just don’t watch them.

As for Homer. I remember that episode. They purposely “fixed” him and then had him decide to go back to the status quo. As in - there was nothing “wrong” with him in the first place.

I say that there’s nothing about Derpy that needs to be “fixed” either.

Again with the censorship? Hasbro is censoring Derpy by re-voicing her, removing her name, and correcting her lovely eyes - just for the DVD...

Again with the censorship?

Hasbro is censoring Derpy by re-voicing her, removing her name, and correcting her lovely eyes - just for the DVD edition.

Warm up your protest pens and keyboards, folks. You can contact Hasbro with your opinion via this handy link. Get to it. Write! Outrage! Send support art!

I’ve already vented my outrage. So can you!

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My reaction to Derpy being "underped"

My reaction to Derpy being "underped"

Once again, it’s time to go to arms over Derpy. This time, she’s being censored. Apparently, the DVD version of the cartoon is going to have Derpy’s famous eyes corrected.

Good God in Heaven… [or the deity of your choice] WHY?

Looks like if you can’t make the problem [the mentally disabled] go away, they’re going to pretend it didn’t exist.

So remind

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Two more days...

It’s Wednesday. I promised myself that if my heel showed no signs of improvement by Friday, I would drag it and my sorry fat arse down to the local quack to see what they can do.

Besides, I’m running low on Seratide and I need a new scrip.

I also plan on checking what other rheumatism remedies there are. I was given some quinine-derived stuff last time by a specialist who wasn’t sure if it was

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Disaster Cascade

I tripped on a chair, stubbed my toe, and completely bolloxed the heel of the same foot in the space of a few seconds.

In the process of hobbling to bed, I did something horrible to the opposite knee.

I need crutches just to get around, but before I got them, the rheumatism in both my wrists flared up and I needed to put my bracers on.

24 hours later, I’m not that much better.

My heel still hurts like

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Imperial-metric mixer

That’s what I am. Even though I was born WAY after the crossover from Imperial [inches, pounds, etc] to Metric [centimetres, kilograms, etc] I still mix my metrics.

Why?

Well, I was raised by parents who grew up on Imperial and still carry around a little slide-rule thing so they can convert Metric to a system they understand.

I usually measure people in Imperial when it comes to body measurements, but I use Metric for weights.

It’s all

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Ow times a googolplex

So I tripped over a chair last night. No big deal, you might think.

I landed on my massively bad bone-bruised heel. 92.4 kilos of me, landing on one small area [about two square inches, if you feel like doing the math. And yes, I’m completely bipolar with metric choices] and you can guess it hurt like fuck.

It still hurts like fuck today.

I’m limping everywhere, when I have to move. I prefer not to move

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48 hours

That’s how long it took me to clear the sullage water hose so that it could be shifted for mowing. And I broke a part. Phooey.

It’s also how long I haven’t been able to do housework, because I’m red-faced and gasping for air. As well as rat-faced tired.

It is also how long it takes for my house to go to shit.

There are objects blocking the sink.

There are objects clogging the

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I am now prepared for the Zombie Apocalypse

I finally got one. The essential item for every geek’s arsenal against the nigh-inevitable zombie apocalypse.

Yes! I finally got a hold of my machete.

Good old Annaconda. The go-to place for stuff you can’t get anywhere else because it’s a bit on the weird side.

Alas, ‘cause they’re a camping gear mob, they don’t have scythes. Phooey.

On the other hand, the blokes are off fixing the ride-on mower, so

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Farging roadblocks!

No, this is not about traffic.

I seem to be cursed to stay at or above 91.9 kilos.

I bounced back up into solid 92kilo turf, today. Grrr.

I’m so mad at myself and frustrated and tired and, to add insult to injury, my right knee has decided to join my wrists in the Painful Rheumatism Club.

Which means I more or less have to rely on diet alone on the days when it’s painful to move.

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I'm looking for title art

If you’ve read my recently-published tale, Late Bloomer and have any artistic talent, please post or send me something.

I’m looking to share Late Bloomer on EqD and they like it when you have art for a title page.

If anyone, anywhere, loves the story enough to make some non-spoilery fan art, please send it to cat@internutter.org or even post it as a reply here. Or send me a link to where you posted it. Whatever.

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91.9

That’s my weight, today[2nd Feb].

That’s my stumbling block.

Three times, I’ve got down to 91.9 only to yo-yo back up to the next kilo bracket. since I spend a week working off roughly a kilo, I watch those decimals like a hawk. Getting down into the next “kilo zone” is fast becoming an obsession.

Better make certain it’s not a dangerous one, then.

And in the Antiprogress side of

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The Drops

MeMum used to call it “dropsy” when she was feeling whimsical. On other days, it was the “sadim"s [Midas spelled backwards]. Those days when everything around you seems destined to ricochet off the floor.

I prefer to call it "the drops” so people don’t look at me funny.

Mayhem has it this morning. He’s spilled seven different things towards the floor - including my morning beverage and the cat’s

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