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Ah, memories
Nov. 16th, 2004 03:37 pmIt's recently come to my attention that it was just over 10 years ago that I officially joined online fandom, and it's just under 10 years since I started writing fanfic (sometime in Dec 94/Jan 95. Can't remember when I started posting now.)
10 years from a date like that is an odd little anniversary because unlike round numbers for decades or even high school reunions, it doesn't mark a specific milestone in life so much as it marks a random moment in time. I'm finding this makes for an interesting mental time capsule of who I was back then and what I was doing, and who I am now and what I'm doing. (The opinionated outspoken thing? Hasn't much changed. I know you're shocked).
Oh!! And I just realized this means it'll be about 10 years or so since I've been TBQ. How appropriate that![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gimme_that would reappear out of the woodwork recently, as she's the one who gave me that nickname all those years ago.
Gosh. Memories. Usenet and pine and being in college and cell phones being called "flip phones" or "car phones" still. Me having no idea how much I'd travel or all the neat people I'd meet...
You know I'm finding that when I look back then the first thing that leaps to mind is "But I didn't know ____ back then!" and then I start missing you guys. You, who I know through fandoms that didn't even exist at the time, or through discussions of politics that couldn't have happened because the internet hadn't evolved enough to allow it to happen. [sniffle] I'd miss you!
Given that it's a 10 year anniversary of writing fic, part of me wonders if I should do something to mark the occasion. My first thought is "Hey, I should do a fic set in my first fanfic fandom". My second is "Or I could just go for a walk around the block and by doing so get outside and into the sunlight, which is also a nice thing to do."
What's the typical gift for 10 years of fanfic writing anyway? I assume if the donations of a life during years 1-9 didn't take effect, all that's left is Milka and porn? If so, can we skip straight to the porn? Simon/Jayne please. I'm not above making requests 8)
(Bot smilies, also not around 10 years ago.... )
(Regardless, I think tonight I should write porn. Or at least Protocol. We'll see if that leads into anything porny.)
Monkeys!
10 years from a date like that is an odd little anniversary because unlike round numbers for decades or even high school reunions, it doesn't mark a specific milestone in life so much as it marks a random moment in time. I'm finding this makes for an interesting mental time capsule of who I was back then and what I was doing, and who I am now and what I'm doing. (The opinionated outspoken thing? Hasn't much changed. I know you're shocked).
Oh!! And I just realized this means it'll be about 10 years or so since I've been TBQ. How appropriate that
gimme_that would reappear out of the woodwork recently, as she's the one who gave me that nickname all those years ago. Gosh. Memories. Usenet and pine and being in college and cell phones being called "flip phones" or "car phones" still. Me having no idea how much I'd travel or all the neat people I'd meet...
You know I'm finding that when I look back then the first thing that leaps to mind is "But I didn't know ____ back then!" and then I start missing you guys. You, who I know through fandoms that didn't even exist at the time, or through discussions of politics that couldn't have happened because the internet hadn't evolved enough to allow it to happen. [sniffle] I'd miss you!
Given that it's a 10 year anniversary of writing fic, part of me wonders if I should do something to mark the occasion. My first thought is "Hey, I should do a fic set in my first fanfic fandom". My second is "Or I could just go for a walk around the block and by doing so get outside and into the sunlight, which is also a nice thing to do."
What's the typical gift for 10 years of fanfic writing anyway? I assume if the donations of a life during years 1-9 didn't take effect, all that's left is Milka and porn? If so, can we skip straight to the porn? Simon/Jayne please. I'm not above making requests 8)
(Bot smilies, also not around 10 years ago.... )
(Regardless, I think tonight I should write porn. Or at least Protocol. We'll see if that leads into anything porny.)
Monkeys!
Those who like my writing may enjoy my thank you to Zort.
Bowie Knife del Brain and BowieKnife of the Brain are now LJ interests.
Kita doesn't hit refresh often enough.
Zort is adorable when she's spamming.
And I wouldn't mind Luna stealing my seat when I get up to check email if not for the fact that she actually stuck her tongue out at me when I asked her if she would jump in my grave that quickly.
Bowie Knife del Brain and BowieKnife of the Brain are now LJ interests.
Kita doesn't hit refresh often enough.
Zort is adorable when she's spamming.
And I wouldn't mind Luna stealing my seat when I get up to check email if not for the fact that she actually stuck her tongue out at me when I asked her if she would jump in my grave that quickly.
Ladies and Gentlemen? We have injoke.
Got it to Dagger in 2 posts, 3 if you count the Alexis one. I'm proud. =)
And now I'm going to bed. Somehow I've got to get enough sleep to run errands and write BoD tomorrow. In theory ;)
Got it to Dagger in 2 posts, 3 if you count the Alexis one. I'm proud. =)
And now I'm going to bed. Somehow I've got to get enough sleep to run errands and write BoD tomorrow. In theory ;)
Eric Sneered
Oct. 31st, 2002 07:50 pmSo let's talk about some RPGs.
( In the beginning, there was Dagger. Or actually, Hollywood Vampires. Or, actually... )
( In the beginning, there was Dagger. Or actually, Hollywood Vampires. Or, actually... )
Misty water-colored MEMORIES...
Apr. 21st, 2002 05:41 pmSome friends of mine just sent me copies of all the Dagger of the Mind stuff. I don't have the free time to read through it all but I scanned the "Search for the missing RPG writers" part and boy does that bring back memories. Kinda funny to look at that now in light of the RPG from Hell and realize that in no way whatsoever have I become a more sane human being ;)
Word to the wise - people, do not format your emails. I don't care if Outlook, Hotmail, Yahoo, or whatever program you're using says you can. You can't. The internet hasn't reached a point yet where all email programs are compatible, and formatting your emails never makes them turn out as good as you thought. Turn them back to plain text only. Thank you.
Word to the wise - people, do not format your emails. I don't care if Outlook, Hotmail, Yahoo, or whatever program you're using says you can. You can't. The internet hasn't reached a point yet where all email programs are compatible, and formatting your emails never makes them turn out as good as you thought. Turn them back to plain text only. Thank you.
The wit and wisdom of Anne Rice
Apr. 18th, 2002 06:28 pmYou can't make this shit up people:
"When I'm Louis or Lestat, I see everyone as attractive...For many years I felt like a gay man in a woman's body, and Lestat is kind of a gay man in a gay man's body."
Well that's efficient of him.
You know what really makes that quote though? The "kind of". He's kind of a gay man in a gay man's body. The part where he actually is gay is irrelevant.
"When I'm Louis or Lestat, I see everyone as attractive...For many years I felt like a gay man in a woman's body, and Lestat is kind of a gay man in a gay man's body."
Well that's efficient of him.
You know what really makes that quote though? The "kind of". He's kind of a gay man in a gay man's body. The part where he actually is gay is irrelevant.
Poking VR some more
Mar. 13th, 2002 12:21 pmFor those who didn't see VR's reply:
Jessica looked at him and blinked.
"Hi shorty. Fancy meeting you here. I thought I'd stop by on my way to a NOW meeting and see if there was anything worth having ... er ... taking to dinner."
She coyly asked the bartender for a Guinness and smiled at Stat. "They make it with BLOOD, you know, from all that leftover black pudding." She picked up the frothy mug of black brew and knocked it back.
"Damn. Just like three shots of O Negative."
Lestat rolled his eyes at her. "First of all - I'm not short, and if you ever took me up on my offer to date you'd know that. And second of all - since when are you Irish? I would have thought your fine Egyptian aunties would have rolled over in their non-existant graves to see you drinking a beer like that. And thirdly - since when do you drink?"
Jessica looked at him and blinked.
"Hi shorty. Fancy meeting you here. I thought I'd stop by on my way to a NOW meeting and see if there was anything worth having ... er ... taking to dinner."
She coyly asked the bartender for a Guinness and smiled at Stat. "They make it with BLOOD, you know, from all that leftover black pudding." She picked up the frothy mug of black brew and knocked it back.
"Damn. Just like three shots of O Negative."
Lestat rolled his eyes at her. "First of all - I'm not short, and if you ever took me up on my offer to date you'd know that. And second of all - since when are you Irish? I would have thought your fine Egyptian aunties would have rolled over in their non-existant graves to see you drinking a beer like that. And thirdly - since when do you drink?"
Lestat walked through the crowded dance floor of the tragically hip yet wonderfully decadent New York club. All around him young mortals tried to each his eye. He let his gaze linger on a few, a hint of a smile the only promise that he might come back later. A few smiled back. He admired their directness.
He turned the corner by the bar and decided to order himself a drink, or perhaps see if any of the pretty hangers on would buy one for him as though doing so might lead to something more - which it possibly would.
He leaned up against the polished wood of the bar, signalling to the bartender. Only then did he notice who was sitting beside him.
"Why, Jessica. Fancy meeting you here."
He turned the corner by the bar and decided to order himself a drink, or perhaps see if any of the pretty hangers on would buy one for him as though doing so might lead to something more - which it possibly would.
He leaned up against the polished wood of the bar, signalling to the bartender. Only then did he notice who was sitting beside him.
"Why, Jessica. Fancy meeting you here."
