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Well Hell....
Wednesday, 4 April 2018 04:48 pmA friend recently forwarded me a story that was rewritten and asked for my opinion. She was given the rewrite by the author and was asked to do a quick beta, comments etc. She sent it to me because she was having trouble scraping her jaw up off the floor.
The original was posted years ago. It was a gentle epic tale of romance, true love and enchanted soul mates. It was occasionally (okay more than occasionally) OCC, and she had the habit of doing the Fandom Name Dropping thing, but you forgave her all her fandom sins because the silly thing was just so goddamned sweet
What I just read is everything the original wasn't. I almost wrote and asked her who did the rewrite.
There is style evolution, but this trying to read Alice in Wonderland rewritten by Stephen King. We've gone from "members", and "cocks", to "juicy fat black dicks" (I never thought I'd miss purple spitting snakes). The story now contains (as a main focus) promiscuity, rapes, humiliation, cheating and, everyone's favourite, partner betrayal. Oh, and it's still pretty OCC.
Rape isn't my thing, so I admit bias... but a rape scene that lasts for a week, is described in excruciating detail, and is pointless to the plot? Not. My. Thing. It's not even in the same universe as my thing. When a few scenes later has the victim falling forever in love with the sole mate rapist? Motherfucking Hell.
I am not going to comment on the story, or email the author because I am not going to tell someone I loved the original, but though the rewrite was disgusting.
I got nothing.
The original was posted years ago. It was a gentle epic tale of romance, true love and enchanted soul mates. It was occasionally (okay more than occasionally) OCC, and she had the habit of doing the Fandom Name Dropping thing, but you forgave her all her fandom sins because the silly thing was just so goddamned sweet
What I just read is everything the original wasn't. I almost wrote and asked her who did the rewrite.
There is style evolution, but this trying to read Alice in Wonderland rewritten by Stephen King. We've gone from "members", and "cocks", to "juicy fat black dicks" (I never thought I'd miss purple spitting snakes). The story now contains (as a main focus) promiscuity, rapes, humiliation, cheating and, everyone's favourite, partner betrayal. Oh, and it's still pretty OCC.
Rape isn't my thing, so I admit bias... but a rape scene that lasts for a week, is described in excruciating detail, and is pointless to the plot? Not. My. Thing. It's not even in the same universe as my thing. When a few scenes later has the victim falling forever in love with the sole mate rapist? Motherfucking Hell.
I am not going to comment on the story, or email the author because I am not going to tell someone I loved the original, but though the rewrite was disgusting.
I got nothing.
Nothing important - mental flossing
Tuesday, 30 January 2018 09:18 pmJust something random I need to get off my mind. I just had to to deal with a bunch of drunk texts from a friend.
I live my life in a pretty flexible live and let live sort of way.
I spent decades worrying about other people perceptions of me, and quite frankly, I no longer give a shit what other people think of me. The people who love me are the only ones whose opinions matter to me in the slightest. So, I generally don't care what you do on your own time. If, however, you are on my time, I have one cast in stone rule; you must be, and remain, sober. I don't mean you can't have a drink around me (i have the odd one), you just can't have six, or a couple of bottles of wine, or a 40 of Vodka...
I don't do drunks.
There are way too fucking many empty bottles on my family tree. I no longer have the energy or the patience for the bullshit of anyone who can't remain sober for the hour or so they have to interact with me. If you are drunk, stay the hell away from me.
Is that actually complicated?
I have a friend who is making me crazy. She is a recovering addict, who has been clean for six years. She has turned the corner from *when* she relapses to *if* she relapses. It took her seven years to get that 1 year chip. This has been the longest she has been clean in decades and it was a hard long fought battle. Now she has an apartment, a car, regained her drivers license, is almost out of debt, and is rebuilding her credit.
Alcohol was never her sin of choice, she was a user of hard drugs, but she rarely drank... except now she is dating an alcoholic.
I stayed with her through relapses, through cancer (hers and mine), through crisis, through family disasters... and I am about to walk away from her because she has decided that six beer in an hour is an acceptable way to deal with whatever little disaster life throws at her.
I hate drunks. One of my neighbours is an alcoholic, but he's not a *drunk*. My friend, when she drinks, is a *drunk*. If you've lived with drinkers in your life, you understand the difference.
I put up with drunks for most of my life. I no longer will. I forced someone in my life to make a choice - me or wine (I was chosen)... and it looks like I'm going to have to do it again... and I suspect this time, the beer will win.
I'm sad, and I'm angry.
I live my life in a pretty flexible live and let live sort of way.
I spent decades worrying about other people perceptions of me, and quite frankly, I no longer give a shit what other people think of me. The people who love me are the only ones whose opinions matter to me in the slightest. So, I generally don't care what you do on your own time. If, however, you are on my time, I have one cast in stone rule; you must be, and remain, sober. I don't mean you can't have a drink around me (i have the odd one), you just can't have six, or a couple of bottles of wine, or a 40 of Vodka...
I don't do drunks.
There are way too fucking many empty bottles on my family tree. I no longer have the energy or the patience for the bullshit of anyone who can't remain sober for the hour or so they have to interact with me. If you are drunk, stay the hell away from me.
Is that actually complicated?
I have a friend who is making me crazy. She is a recovering addict, who has been clean for six years. She has turned the corner from *when* she relapses to *if* she relapses. It took her seven years to get that 1 year chip. This has been the longest she has been clean in decades and it was a hard long fought battle. Now she has an apartment, a car, regained her drivers license, is almost out of debt, and is rebuilding her credit.
Alcohol was never her sin of choice, she was a user of hard drugs, but she rarely drank... except now she is dating an alcoholic.
I stayed with her through relapses, through cancer (hers and mine), through crisis, through family disasters... and I am about to walk away from her because she has decided that six beer in an hour is an acceptable way to deal with whatever little disaster life throws at her.
I hate drunks. One of my neighbours is an alcoholic, but he's not a *drunk*. My friend, when she drinks, is a *drunk*. If you've lived with drinkers in your life, you understand the difference.
I put up with drunks for most of my life. I no longer will. I forced someone in my life to make a choice - me or wine (I was chosen)... and it looks like I'm going to have to do it again... and I suspect this time, the beer will win.
I'm sad, and I'm angry.
LISTEN GODDAMNIT
Friday, 16 June 2017 04:52 pmI can't be the only one who has this happen.
I refuse to believe that I'm the only person who spends way too much time wishing people would listen to what I am ACTUALLY saying rather than listening to maybe three words out of a thousand and deciding they know what I'm trying to say, and are ready with a solid answer for something I didn't fucking ask??
I'm pretty close to homicidal, and maybe if I actually got my fucking roll of Tyvek, I'd be able to hide the body.
I have reached the point where if I hear the words "But you said" at the beginning of a sentence I know that everything that follows is going to be an epic clusterfuck.
I'm too old for this shit.
I refuse to believe that I'm the only person who spends way too much time wishing people would listen to what I am ACTUALLY saying rather than listening to maybe three words out of a thousand and deciding they know what I'm trying to say, and are ready with a solid answer for something I didn't fucking ask??
I'm pretty close to homicidal, and maybe if I actually got my fucking roll of Tyvek, I'd be able to hide the body.
I have reached the point where if I hear the words "But you said" at the beginning of a sentence I know that everything that follows is going to be an epic clusterfuck.
I'm too old for this shit.
I've been toying with stuff.
I have a ton of junk, old and new, hanging around in assorted Word files that I'm trying to decide what to do with.
I was wondering in the back of my mind if - even though I'm not part of the in circle - if I could or should apply to join Wild Hare.
I'd love to start writing for fun again. I have basically retired from my "sideline job between real jobs" job, which leaves me precisely zero in terms of creative outlet. I could use something. I tossed a few old things onto AO3, and tossed some old stuff out without posting. It's amazing how my perspective has changed in the last twenty years.
Recovering from a lifetime of abuse has changed a great many things. I looked at some of the TS and StarWars stuff and decided that no amounting of editing or rewriting could change how I felt about it. It was a lifetime ago, and, well GIGO is a pretty solid concept.
So.. Wild Hare... because i have come to the conclusion that I am profoundly and totally *done* with people. Crazy cat lady looks like an awesome post-career career choice
I have a ton of junk, old and new, hanging around in assorted Word files that I'm trying to decide what to do with.
I was wondering in the back of my mind if - even though I'm not part of the in circle - if I could or should apply to join Wild Hare.
I'd love to start writing for fun again. I have basically retired from my "sideline job between real jobs" job, which leaves me precisely zero in terms of creative outlet. I could use something. I tossed a few old things onto AO3, and tossed some old stuff out without posting. It's amazing how my perspective has changed in the last twenty years.
Recovering from a lifetime of abuse has changed a great many things. I looked at some of the TS and StarWars stuff and decided that no amounting of editing or rewriting could change how I felt about it. It was a lifetime ago, and, well GIGO is a pretty solid concept.
So.. Wild Hare... because i have come to the conclusion that I am profoundly and totally *done* with people. Crazy cat lady looks like an awesome post-career career choice
I know I'm not alone in having someone in my life who is like a giant black stormcloud determined to rain down upon every tiny bit of optimism you can muster.
Seems we all have one; my question is why the fuck do we put up with it?
I was having a pretty good day. My slave labour was set, my ducks were in a pretty good simulation of a row. Then my own personal StormCloud felt the need to pee all over me.
So much for my week.
So instead of happily wandering off to Home Despot, I'm hiding, typing a bitch session on my phone, and trying very hard not to cry.
Why is seeing me happy and in a good mood something that must be stopped at all costs?
Seems we all have one; my question is why the fuck do we put up with it?
I was having a pretty good day. My slave labour was set, my ducks were in a pretty good simulation of a row. Then my own personal StormCloud felt the need to pee all over me.
So much for my week.
So instead of happily wandering off to Home Despot, I'm hiding, typing a bitch session on my phone, and trying very hard not to cry.
Why is seeing me happy and in a good mood something that must be stopped at all costs?
Today has been totally stupid. Nothing major - death by a thousand paper cuts sort of day.
I learned that baby oil in the eyes is a total bitch, and trying to get it out of clothes is pretty much impossible (it was a lot of baby oil). It's also hard to get out of your hair... especially when you were supposed to have already left.
Breakfast was good, but the restaurant seemed extremely loud. Too many people at our table to actually talk to anyone without shouting...
So now I'm home, exhausted, and restless. I have a headache. I can't find anything to read that holds my attention. I can't write, I can't work, I'm caught up on laundry (go me)... and I'm bored.
Bored, exhausted, restless...
Anyone got any brilliant ideas?
I learned that baby oil in the eyes is a total bitch, and trying to get it out of clothes is pretty much impossible (it was a lot of baby oil). It's also hard to get out of your hair... especially when you were supposed to have already left.
Breakfast was good, but the restaurant seemed extremely loud. Too many people at our table to actually talk to anyone without shouting...
So now I'm home, exhausted, and restless. I have a headache. I can't find anything to read that holds my attention. I can't write, I can't work, I'm caught up on laundry (go me)... and I'm bored.
Bored, exhausted, restless...
Anyone got any brilliant ideas?
Microsoft Issues, which lead to non Microsoft issues, which I attempted to solve with Mozilla, which lead to Mozilla issues... which circled me back around to the Microsoft issues.
I have a cold. A stupid head cold. I just had to smile through a dinner I could neither smell nor taste. I didn't have a meal, I had a plate of texture. Food you cannot taste or smell is... depressing. Turkey without context is rather bizarre.
Today was simply not worth chewing through the straps.
I have a cold. A stupid head cold. I just had to smile through a dinner I could neither smell nor taste. I didn't have a meal, I had a plate of texture. Food you cannot taste or smell is... depressing. Turkey without context is rather bizarre.
Today was simply not worth chewing through the straps.
%^%&*&(*%#$% Microsoft
Sunday, 16 April 2017 11:44 amLaptop: Good Morning - your free trial of MSOffice365 has expired.
Me: That's nice, I don't have MS365 - which is why you ask me if I want it every time I open my copy Office 2005
Laptop: Would you like to resubscribe to MSOffice365 now?
Me: No, I don't, because I still don't have 365, and I am very happy with my 2005 version.
Laptop: Would you like me to uninstall MSOffice365 now?
Me: No, don't touch anything.
Laptop: Uninstalling
Me: WHAT, NO, STOP - Don't touch ANYTHING
Yeah, so my laptop decided to uninstall Office365 - a program **I DID NOT HAVE** and in the process uninstalled my old copy of Office - which was a real live licenced and paid for copy.
..and guess what I don't have 12 years later? Proof of fucking purchase.
So my mail program is gone, Word is gone, everything is gone. Because I didn't want to buy a new copy of a program I already had.
I fucking hate computers.
Me: That's nice, I don't have MS365 - which is why you ask me if I want it every time I open my copy Office 2005
Laptop: Would you like to resubscribe to MSOffice365 now?
Me: No, I don't, because I still don't have 365, and I am very happy with my 2005 version.
Laptop: Would you like me to uninstall MSOffice365 now?
Me: No, don't touch anything.
Laptop: Uninstalling
Me: WHAT, NO, STOP - Don't touch ANYTHING
Yeah, so my laptop decided to uninstall Office365 - a program **I DID NOT HAVE** and in the process uninstalled my old copy of Office - which was a real live licenced and paid for copy.
..and guess what I don't have 12 years later? Proof of fucking purchase.
So my mail program is gone, Word is gone, everything is gone. Because I didn't want to buy a new copy of a program I already had.
I fucking hate computers.
I have my moments
Monday, 10 April 2017 09:43 amUntil some of the ficfinder communities move, I'm leaving my LJ account open, but I'm deleting everything except a sticky about my leaving.
Because of this, I have to go in and one by fucking one delete my entries. Good thing I wasn't too prolific. I have found things that make me cringe, and I had forgotten how angry and insane I was in the 00's
This morning I found this line in the middle of a rant about some moron or other on FFdotNet:
"Well I hate you too and you suck and your daddy fucks the babysitter while wearing army boots"
Wow.
Because of this, I have to go in and one by fucking one delete my entries. Good thing I wasn't too prolific. I have found things that make me cringe, and I had forgotten how angry and insane I was in the 00's
This morning I found this line in the middle of a rant about some moron or other on FFdotNet:
"Well I hate you too and you suck and your daddy fucks the babysitter while wearing army boots"
Wow.
Pass the Advil
Sunday, 9 April 2017 08:28 pmI went to IKEA. On a Saturday. So many little people. I went to get bookcases, but while there found Media Center (ish) combo that they had put together that I realised would solve a lot of problems. It had a list of items from different systems so you too could put together this lovely combination.
In these Look What We Came Up With situations, you track down a staff member, give them the number of the combo, and they hand you a piece of paper with all the parts and where to find them. Easy right? Yeah, remember the Saturday part? So we took a look at what was there and attempted to put it together ourselves. After about three quarters of an hour, we were very confused and finally able to track down a staff member. It took him another fifteen minutes to figure out how to print out our list.
We hadn't done too badly.. but as we were gathering stuff we noticed that a good chunk of this list didn't make any sense... so I trucked back upstairs, took a second look, and tracked down a staffer from the actual area. She printed me out a different list.
Back down to self server. We put back a few things, and pick up the right ones. Gathered up the Billy bookcases we'd actually come for, plus a couple of impulse buys (the DVD shelves were on sale), managed to get through the cash, and ran for the nearest fast food outlet because Fuck You, My Fitness Pal, four hours in IKEA and I have earned an order of A&W Onion rings.
Home, and we begin the Great IKEA Assembly. Three bookcases, a dvd shelf, a non billy shelf, a corner shelf, and the Media Center.
Turns out whoever made up that list was smoking the Ivar. I felt like Blind Al. Nothing made any sense. So today, I leave the kids dealing with sorting and rearranging, and i go back to IKEA with a bunch of hardware I do not need, and a list of hardware that wasn't included on the list. If I'd been more alert, I might have realised that perhaps hinges might be needed for a cupboard door, but hey.
Staff at the returns desk were awesome.
I now have a very sexy media cupboard set up. It's all so tidy.
In these Look What We Came Up With situations, you track down a staff member, give them the number of the combo, and they hand you a piece of paper with all the parts and where to find them. Easy right? Yeah, remember the Saturday part? So we took a look at what was there and attempted to put it together ourselves. After about three quarters of an hour, we were very confused and finally able to track down a staff member. It took him another fifteen minutes to figure out how to print out our list.
We hadn't done too badly.. but as we were gathering stuff we noticed that a good chunk of this list didn't make any sense... so I trucked back upstairs, took a second look, and tracked down a staffer from the actual area. She printed me out a different list.
Back down to self server. We put back a few things, and pick up the right ones. Gathered up the Billy bookcases we'd actually come for, plus a couple of impulse buys (the DVD shelves were on sale), managed to get through the cash, and ran for the nearest fast food outlet because Fuck You, My Fitness Pal, four hours in IKEA and I have earned an order of A&W Onion rings.
Home, and we begin the Great IKEA Assembly. Three bookcases, a dvd shelf, a non billy shelf, a corner shelf, and the Media Center.
Turns out whoever made up that list was smoking the Ivar. I felt like Blind Al. Nothing made any sense. So today, I leave the kids dealing with sorting and rearranging, and i go back to IKEA with a bunch of hardware I do not need, and a list of hardware that wasn't included on the list. If I'd been more alert, I might have realised that perhaps hinges might be needed for a cupboard door, but hey.
Staff at the returns desk were awesome.
I now have a very sexy media cupboard set up. It's all so tidy.
A Farewell to Livejournal
Friday, 7 April 2017 05:02 pmThis will be the last ever crossposted Livejournal/Dreamwidth post.
I am in the process of exporting and deleting everything on LiveJournal.
The LiveJournal account will remain open as a free account, but will be inactive. I have very specific reasons for doing this.
I have gone into Dreamwidth and have disabled access to people crossing over from LJ. If you have a Dreamwidth account, feel free to contact me, and I will be happy to add you to my circle.
My relationship with LJ has been long, and something of a rollercoaster. I will in some way miss it, but the downs far outweigh the highs, and that last ToS from SUP is simply idiotic.
I read it. In Russian. No. Thanks.
So, Cheers,
See you all on the other side.
I am in the process of exporting and deleting everything on LiveJournal.
The LiveJournal account will remain open as a free account, but will be inactive. I have very specific reasons for doing this.
I have gone into Dreamwidth and have disabled access to people crossing over from LJ. If you have a Dreamwidth account, feel free to contact me, and I will be happy to add you to my circle.
My relationship with LJ has been long, and something of a rollercoaster. I will in some way miss it, but the downs far outweigh the highs, and that last ToS from SUP is simply idiotic.
I read it. In Russian. No. Thanks.
So, Cheers,
See you all on the other side.
Oh, right...
Friday, 7 April 2017 03:33 pmSo somewhere along the line I stopped paying attention. As a result, I am going to have to read five years worth of announcements and FAQ's for Dreamwidth.
I have no idea how to friend people. I have no idea how to find people...
basically I have no idea.
For now, everything on here will be public. I'm accepting all offers of help. I can make Windows X do what I want it to do, this should be a cakewalk.
I have no idea how to friend people. I have no idea how to find people...
basically I have no idea.
For now, everything on here will be public. I'm accepting all offers of help. I can make Windows X do what I want it to do, this should be a cakewalk.
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
Friday, 7 April 2017 03:04 pmOkay, years and years of Live Journal entries that have to be deleted One At A Fucking Time.
Is it really worth keeping the LJ open for the sake of a couple of storyfinder communities?
As of now, I have two, count em two, people on here. I have gotta find some bodies.
Update:
I've had this DW account since Sept of 2010. That is a long time to have done so little with this account.
I'm feeling strangely guilty.
Now that everyone is running from LJ, I can get my shit together - and perhaps there will once again be a sense of community.
...maybe
Is it really worth keeping the LJ open for the sake of a couple of storyfinder communities?
As of now, I have two, count em two, people on here. I have gotta find some bodies.
Update:
I've had this DW account since Sept of 2010. That is a long time to have done so little with this account.
I'm feeling strangely guilty.
Now that everyone is running from LJ, I can get my shit together - and perhaps there will once again be a sense of community.
...maybe
So, this is the first official Dreamwidth only post.
I like many others have bolted from LJ.
I read the new ToS. I actually dug up a friend who reads Russian. The translated version is very close, but the Russian version actually goes farther than even the panicked doomsayers have lamented. It potentially gives them rights to everything.
Yeah. No.
I like many others have bolted from LJ.
I read the new ToS. I actually dug up a friend who reads Russian. The translated version is very close, but the Russian version actually goes farther than even the panicked doomsayers have lamented. It potentially gives them rights to everything.
Yeah. No.
(no subject)
Sunday, 19 February 2017 09:01 pmphone rings
"Hello?"
"Hi, does anyone at your house like Wine Gums?"
"Uh, yeah - we all do"
"Oh good. I'll send the box over. No one here drinks wine"
slightly confused "OKay..."
"I read all the names on the box, they're all wine, and I don't like wine"
still confused, but clueing in "Okay..."
"I asked my husband, but he doesn't like wine either, and someone gave me these and I have no idea what to do with them"
still confused as to what wine has to do with wine gums, but at this point I'm going with it "Yeah, we all like them, so I'll take them"
So I just scored a three pound box of Wine Gums because they didn't know that Wine Gums and actual wine have not a whole lot to do with each other.
I feel slightly guilty ... but hey, Wine Gums.
"Hello?"
"Hi, does anyone at your house like Wine Gums?"
"Uh, yeah - we all do"
"Oh good. I'll send the box over. No one here drinks wine"
slightly confused "OKay..."
"I read all the names on the box, they're all wine, and I don't like wine"
still confused, but clueing in "Okay..."
"I asked my husband, but he doesn't like wine either, and someone gave me these and I have no idea what to do with them"
still confused as to what wine has to do with wine gums, but at this point I'm going with it "Yeah, we all like them, so I'll take them"
So I just scored a three pound box of Wine Gums because they didn't know that Wine Gums and actual wine have not a whole lot to do with each other.
I feel slightly guilty ... but hey, Wine Gums.
