Below are the most recent 24 friends' journal entries.

Friday, November 27th, 2009
yonmei	11:24p	Dull week... Monday: still at work till 10pm, till TSH#1 and I finally packed up and left. Tuesday: Took Bob to vet: she weighs the same as she did last time, so the vet hopes she's plateau'd out. Stayed at work till 10pm, till TSH#1 and I finally packed up and left. Wednesday: Worked at home till 3pm, went into work, stayed at work till 10pm. (TSH#1 was through in Glasgow at a work-related event.) Thursday: Twerp and FreshStart had meeting, which - towards the end - I overheard enough (door opened) to make clear they had been talking about me. Huh. Left work at 5:30 to attend work-related event. Left at 8pm and went to non-work wine-tasting. (White Rioja is great stuff, by the way.) Friday: Left work at 5:10 to attend work-related event. Left at 7:30pm, did shopping, got home at just after 9pm. Am attempting to figure out where I want to go for Christmas. For the last sixteen years, with only a couple of exceptions, I've been meeting up with two friends for mince pies, wine, and midnight mass. This Christmas, one of them is dead, and the other plans - rightly, I think - to go on holiday somewhere else. (I would go with him if he were going, but I have been going to that church specifically for midnight mass on Chriatmas Eve since 1987, first with one friend, then with another, and now both of them are dead. It feels too weird to be going there on my own. I'd like to be somewhere else instead.) Current Mood: busy (Comment on this)
yonmei	1:19p	To do list (dull) ( cut for dullness ) Current Mood: dull (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 26th, 2009
yonmei	12:55p	Nanowrimo "Group Three: The Go On Without Me's. For you, November turned out to be a very bad month to try and write a novel. Life went completely crazycakes, and you faced a never-ending series of demanding work or school projects, health emergencies, social obligations, and/or tech meltdowns. You managed to get a few good ideas down on paper, but never quite found your novel's rhythm. You're thinking of bowing out, and planning on giving it a try next year." That was me. But I still want to write... *is sadface* Current Mood: sad (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 25th, 2009
yonmei	12:25p	If I ever use the word "cerulean" to describe House's eyes Please take away my writer's licence. Cerulean is not just a fancy word for "blue", though I'd guess from some writers' use they think it is. There is a specific pigment of which the primary chemical constituent is cobalt, which has been used by painters to get a stable blue colour without greenish undertones since it was invented in the early 19th century. It's also got a specific colour-name use to describe two hues of blue: very light blue (synonyms sapphire, lazulin); or a dark almost purplish blue which is also known as "bright blue", oddly enough. Both can be called "sky blue". But really. Like most people with pure blue eyes, Greg House's eyes sometimes look colourless (absence of pigment) sometimes you can see the blue colour more strongly. They do not ever look like sapphire, or like potassium, or like cerulean blue paint. What POV character in House MD would be likely ever to look at blue eyes and think "cerulean!" anyway? None of them are painters. Or photographers. Or even graphics designers. Current Mood: amused (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 24th, 2009
yonmei	12:57p	It is a truth not sufficiently acknowledged... ...that no one ever sees themselves as the villain: no one ever thinks of themselves as the bully. Healthcheck warning: this leads to Kathryn Cramer's website via HideMyURL In other, more pleasant thoughts, it has occurred to me that there is a lovely meme to be had comparing fandoms to cake. The manly moustachio'd fandoms of the 1970s and 1980s are chocolate cake, solid and multilayered with thick chocolate frosting and sandwiched with more chocolate. (The Professionals has an unexpected chocolate-ginger layer that involves Gordon Jackson/Cowley. Bodie and Doyle are chocolate cake even though neither of them have moustaches.) House is a series of green tea vegan cupcakes with rosewater icing and little silver balls, though attempts keep being made to stir it in a more normal direction. What is your fandom? What is its representative cake? (This post wants you to know *bouncing up and down a little* that it was inspired by jekesta's RiptideIsLove multifandom vid, which is all about being in love with a fandom so much you can't really think about any of the rest. Or anything else. Really. It is (the fanvid, not this post) deep and meaningful and clever and funny and cute and full of Avons, or at least one Avon.) Current Mood: bitchy (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 23rd, 2009
poisontaster	4:05p	Going, Going, Gone Going to Chicago again. Things with my mom are worse and I can't not be there. I'll post when I can, but I don't know when that will be.
yonmei	8:01a	On the sea where there is no Monday Gdansk at dawn! (Which is at 8:26, this time of year.) Current Mood: happy (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 22nd, 2009
poisontaster	11:31p	Eek. For those of you who write, you know that point in a story where you just want to scream at it: "Why won't you just do what I tell you??" Yeah. There were going to be 75 chapters. Yeah, not so much. Getting rid of Mary-Louise, finding out about Bodhi, Jensen's mom…I was totes going to be able to cover those in a single chapter each. Ha. Yeah, not so much. I can't even begin to dissect how many scenes there are that I thought were going to go one way and, somewhere in transition, took a left at Albuquerque when they should've taken a right. Don't get me wrong. To date, La Muse hasn't led me wrong in these unexpected detours. I think the stories that have resulted have always ended up being stronger and better than my original conceptions. As well, it's a pretty common writerly phenomenon. That just doesn't make it any less annoying when it happens. And it doesn't make me feel any less like a maidservant trying to get her mistress into a dress that's entirely too small for her, fingers wrapped in the laces, foot planted firmly in her back and heaving for all I'm worth. I know where I want to go. I know that. But the scenarios that have evolved have done so in a way that makes it impossible to resolve them as quickly as I first thought I'd be able to. Which means I then end up adding things, trying to course correct and bring them back around to where I think they should be (which doesn't always work) and that means I generally hit up at a point where the two ends don't meet and I'm at a loss how to bring them back together. I just wrote myself off a cliff. I'm at a loss how to bring the ends back together. And I'll figure it out. I always do. The boys at the brain farm are always working. But having built up so much momentum in the last couple scenes, it does feel a bit like slamming face-first into a screen door and falling on my ass (I speak from sad, pathetic experience, here). And there's always that initial panicky reaction of, Oh crap. Where do I go from here? Me and the boys on the farm have some musing to do. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
poisontaster	9:01p	Fic: A Kept Boy 75/? Fandom: CWRPS Pairing: Jeff/Jensen, Jared/Jensen Rating: Adult Warnings: Slavefic AU. Sexual, mental and physical abuse of adults and minors. Dark themes, adult concepts and language. Disclaimer: This is in no way a true story. Word Count: 2,900 AN: Master list of previous chapters found here. Cast of characters can be found here. Banner by the lovely and generous bloodquartz. Podfic version read by the amazing superstitiousme (found here, courtesy of the very kind general_jinjur). And don't forget the other really awesome stories to be found at whatwekeep. ( It's beautiful here. ) Current Mood: calm (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 21st, 2009
poisontaster	2:59p	And Don't Forget to Breathe I was putting together what new material I have for Appetite and I was really pretty shocked at how little it comes out to be, when assembled. Part of the reason for this is that there are two scenes that I've spent a lot of words on, but it was all writing and rewriting them, trying to find the "right" take for them. So there's verbiage, but most of it is garbage. Or…if not garbage, than discards and it's a real struggle for me to be Zen about this and say that it will come when it comes and accept that with equanimity. There are some stories I can bull my way through. I used to be better at bulling my way through a stubborn story. But now it's a talent that seems to have deserted me and, as usual, I'm not sure how to recover it. On the other hand, I feel like AKB is going like gangbusters. Which is awesome and I am thankful for that, but, at the same time, it's hard not to feel like my success with AKB and that all my excitement and creativity going toward it is detracting from my other goals. And while a part of me doesn't want it to end, the glimmering of the end on the horizon is also a relief. Of course, it also brings up a certain morbid curiosity about what, exactly, will take its place as the object of my obsession. And, of course, the fear that nothing will. In my current spate of 'trashy' reading, I'm reading LKH's Skin Trade and I realized a big part of the many, many things that bother me about the Anita Blake books (and their [de]evolution over time) is the distinct lack of femaleness. ( A little more about that. Not specifically spoilery. ) Another thing that I really want to write about, but haven't quite figured out how to talk about it without potentially offending people, is mini_nanowrimo. On the one hand, I understand that it, like anything writing related, is a tool and what people get out of it and how they use it and what it means to them is entirely individual. I can't dispute that. I can't argue with that. But, at the same time, I confess to a certain (un-modly, personal) frustration when people either miss a day of writing or miss a day of posting and decide to pack it up and give up on the challenge entirely. I mean…I get the disappointment of not meeting the goals that you've set for yourself. Boy howdy, do I get that! And I do understand the impulse that, if you cannot be perfect, you'd rather be nothing at all. But I also feel like it's a childish impulse, in its way. The older I get (and the theoretically wiser) the more I think less and care less about perfection and care and think more about perseverance. The way we do one thing is the way we do everything. In this life, we make mistakes, we fail. We fail in so many ways. Some failure is inevitable. And, generally speaking, we don't have the option of packing it in, taking our ball and going home. Generally, we have to stick it out, strap it on and clean up our messes. And I find a certain grace in that. Much more grace, in some ways, than the people who do manage some level of perfection, because it takes guts to faceplant and then get up again and move on. I feel like we spend so much time trying to self-talk ourselves and everyone else into not making any mistakes, to being perfect and we spend none of that time teaching ourselves or each other how to recover from those inevitable failures. Or that a failure doesn't need to be the end of everything. And that a failure in one part doesn't equal complete catastrophe. ( Some more thoughts on the matter. (The opinions within are those of poisontaster, and do not represent the comm as a whole or in part.) ) Current Mood: busy Current Music: Alexi Murdoch - Breathe (Comment on this)
poisontaster	2:59p	And Don't Forget to Breathe I was putting together what new material I have for Appetite and I was really pretty shocked at how little it comes out to be, when assembled. Part of the reason for this is that there are two scenes that I've spent a lot of words on, but it was all writing and rewriting them, trying to find the "right" take for them. So there's verbiage, but most of it is garbage. Or…if not garbage, than discards and it's a real struggle for me to be Zen about this and say that it will come when it comes and accept that with equanimity. There are some stories I can bull my way through. I used to be better at bulling my way through a stubborn story. But now it's a talent that seems to have deserted me and, as usual, I'm not sure how to recover it. On the other hand, I feel like AKB is going like gangbusters. Which is awesome and I am thankful for that, but, at the same time, it's hard not to feel like my success with AKB and that all my excitement and creativity going toward it is detracting from my other goals. And while a part of me doesn't want it to end, the glimmering of the end on the horizon is also a relief. Of course, it also brings up a certain morbid curiosity about what, exactly, will take its place as the object of my obsession. And, of course, the fear that nothing will. In my current spate of 'trashy' reading, I'm reading LKH's Skin Trade and I realized a big part of the many, many things that bother me about the Anita Blake books (and their [de]evolution over time) is the distinct lack of femaleness. ( A little more about that. Not specifically spoilery. ) Another thing that I really want to write about, but haven't quite figured out how to talk about it without potentially offending people, is mini_nanowrimo. On the one hand, I understand that it, like anything writing related, is a tool and what people get out of it and how they use it and what it means to them is entirely individual. I can't dispute that. I can't argue with that. But, at the same time, I confess to a certain (un-modly, personal) frustration when people either miss a day of writing or miss a day of posting and decide to pack it up and give up on the challenge entirely. I mean…I get the disappointment of not meeting the goals that you've set for yourself. Boy howdy, do I get that! And I do understand the impulse that, if you cannot be perfect, you'd rather be nothing at all. But I also feel like it's a childish impulse, in its way. The older I get (and the theoretically wiser) the more I think less and care less about perfection and care and think more about perseverance. The way we do one thing is the way we do everything. In this life, we make mistakes, we fail. We fail in so many ways. Some failure is inevitable. And, generally speaking, we don't have the option of packing it in, taking our ball and going home. Generally, we have to stick it out, strap it on and clean up our messes. And I find a certain grace in that. Much more grace, in some ways, than the people who do manage some level of perfection, because it takes guts to faceplant and then get up again and move on. I feel like we spend so much time trying to self-talk ourselves and everyone else into not making any mistakes, to being perfect and we spend none of that time teaching ourselves or each other how to recover from those inevitable failures. Or that a failure doesn't need to be the end of everything. And that a failure in one part doesn't equal complete catastrophe. ( Some more thoughts on the matter. (The opinions within are those of poisontaster, and do not represent the comm as a whole or in part.) ) Current Mood: busy Current Music: Alexi Murdoch - Breathe (Comment on this)
yonmei	9:22a	Nibling in utero? I had a will. (And my previous will included the possibility that my brother might have children, or that my sister might have more children, so technically my newest nibling was covered.) But, named bequests are better, and this month is Will Aid month, so I looked up the nearest solicitor to me who was participating and this time, helped by the fact that the solicitor was doing it for free and so had no investment in making it more complicated, I had him write me a classically simple will with a small handful of cash bequests, an explicit instruction to my executor to honour any handwritten bequests that had been dated and signed (legal in Scottish law: I don't even have to get a witness), and the main division of residual legacy* to residual heirs, this time including both nephews by name. But, as the solicitor pointed out (as the last one did) there is the possibility that either my brother or my sister might have more children, and so there's an additional clause adding any other offspring of my brother and my sister as equal heirs with the two named nephews. When the will arrived, these potential niblings were identified as "born or in utero at the time of my death" - and this actually left me wondering - in the kind of way one does speculate about wild improbabilities - what happens if my brother's girlfriend is pregnant at the time of my death, then has a miscarriage afterwards? Would the dead fetus get a share, which would by default be inherited by my brother's girlfriend? The whole thing has a massive improbability score which I am not seriously worried about - not least, because it's not as if I'm actually going to be around to worry about it if it happens - but it's a curious thing to will money to a fetus. Anyway. I need to get the will witnessed and a copy in store, but once done that should do me for another ten years**. Unless Flow is planning to give newest nephew a sibling. (My sister has already, many times, said emphatically that there are not going to be any more from her.) Anyway. Making a will is important! Even if you have nothing to leave except twelve books and three sex toys and a kitten, the only reason for not making a will is to cause guaranteed amounts of trouble for whoever is required to deal with your crap after you die. *My house. When sold. **Unless I buy another house in the meantime. Or register a civil partnership. Or the world as we know it comes to an end in 2012. Or have a baby. I mention these things in increasing order of wild improbability, but any one of them could invalidate*** my will. ***Not legally. In Scotland nothing invalidates a previous will but a new will, though you and your heirs and executors ought to be identified by name/address, and a spouse can claim a share. And Scottish courts can process Scots law anywhere, so technically it wouldn't matter if the UK was completely drowned by giant tsunamis. Actually having a child would make a will effectively invalid since a child is legally entitled to a specific share in a Scottish will and can contest the will if they don't get it. Current Mood: amused (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Friday, November 20th, 2009
yonmei	12:08a	Wolf and his little friend moar funny pictures Current Mood: amused (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 19th, 2009
poisontaster	3:47p	Fic: A Kept Boy 74/? Fandom: CWRPS Pairing: Jeff/Jensen, Jared/Jensen Rating: Adult Warnings: Slavefic AU. Sexual, mental and physical abuse of adults and minors. Dark themes, adult concepts and language. Disclaimer: This is in no way a true story. Word Count: 2,234 AN: Master list of previous chapters found here. Cast of characters can be found here. Banner by the lovely and generous bloodquartz. Podfic version read by the amazing superstitiousme (found here, courtesy of the very kind general_jinjur). And don't forget the other really awesome stories to be found at whatwekeep. ( This is coming out all wrong again, isn't it? ) Current Mood: pleased (1 Comment |Comment on this)
yonmei	6:40a	Emotional shocks, sleepless nights, and travelling to Glasgow Yesterday at work I had a big emotional rock thrown through my window (metaphorically speaking). So I slept badly last night. Also, while sleeping badly, I didn't notice that Bob was outside until I woke up this morning and it occurred to me that she wasn't there. Also I have to go to Glasgow this morning for a 10:30 meeting, which is not unfortunately in the dead centre of Glasgow where I could reach it within 10 minutes walk, or I would plan on getting the 9:15 train that gets me at 10:06 and costs my project £11.50. No: it's just over a mile away, which is doable in 20 minutes if I walk briskly, but a route I don't know and an address I haven't been to before, and I had rather plan on getting there early than late. :-( I'm an Edinbugger: we're good at getting lost in Glasgow. Anyway, so, I figured I should probably plan instead on getting the 8:30 train (makes no difference: any train before the 9:15 one will cost my project £18.80) and get there at 9:21 and have loads of time to wander over. This doesn't interest you, I know: it's boring. I promised myself I would make it to a transgender day of remembrance ceremony this weekend (since the MCC is doing one of their determinedly-not-too-religious ones on Saturday) but Jo Clifford is running two, lunchtime and early evening, at GOMA, today: so I thought I'd go there at lunchtime. I like Jo. (I've never been into dresses. But this is definitely a Dude, where's my jetpack? dress. It's a shame that apparently no one's ever worn it. "A woman can never be too fine when she is all in white." Then she lights up the room.... H/t: Avedon.) I hope Bob shows up before I have to leave. *frets* (The front door downstairs is open: the glass inner door is closed: I let Wolf out. This is usually a good way of getting Bob in, assuming she's not curled up in a neighbour's house right now.) [Update, 7:45 - Bob trots back in, complaining that she's been OUT ALL NIGHT. Yes, lovecat, that tends to happen if you insist on going out in the late evening when I'm TIRED.] Current Mood: awake (Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 18th, 2009
poisontaster	9:40a	Trusting My Soul to the Ice Cream Assassin Back in Frederick. It's a strange day when that feels like a relief. Things are not good with my mom, but I also don't really want to talk about it, especially on this LJ, which has a different focus than my personal LJ. However: I would like to thank all of you for your support, prayers and kind wishes. While mooching around the hospital, I managed to finish two books: a re-read of Stephen King's Misery, which is one of my absolute favorite books and Charlaine Harris's new book, Grave Secret. I also managed to hit my mini_nanowrimo word count every day--mostly out of sheer stubbornness, I admit, not to mention the long hours of nothing much to do. Of course, now that I'm trying to think about it, I hardly remember what I was working on. I know I'm about a thousand words into the next piece of AKB, but I'm unsure about how I feel about it. I was about 5 or 6 hundred words in when I realized/I thought/I decided I was using the wrong POV character. And I'm still a little undecided about whether I can make it work with the POV I started in or whether I'm going to have to scrap it all and start over. It's one of those scenes where I wish I could convincingly have it both ways and cram both POVs into a single, unbroken scene. I worked some on Appetite, thankfully. If things in the real world go the way they seem like they're going to, I'm going to need to get even MORE serious about putting myself out there. I still feel so ambivalent about it all, though. I feel like I've lost some essential spark of knowing these characters. They feel like caricatures of themselves and I don't know how to get around that to the honest place. Trine has been turning up in the mental hopper at unexpected moments. I think that realizing what kind of tack I was going to take with this story really broke some things loose, though, to be fair, it's more in the prewriting stages than in the actual writing. But I have what looks like the beginning and that's not nothing. I really need to get onboard with my Yuletide story. I couldn't manage to read my entire flist from the point I went AWOL to now, but even reading the purgated "do or die" version of it, it seems like the mods did a superlative job of matching this year. ...I wish I felt the same. And now I'm trying to think about how to talk about this without giving too much away, but let's leave it at this: the fandom is great. The mods did (and do) a great job. I just don't do well when people give me a "Oh, write anything!" prompt with no greater direction. In the world of fandom, I'm a niche, midlist writer and I feel like what interests me, in terms of storytelling, is not going to be what interests the average reader. So there's that. I also need to reaquaint myself with the source material quick, fast and in a hurry. Here's an interesting question: at what point do you give up on a book you're reading? I've had Pride and Prejudice and Zombies in my "currently-reading" queue for months now, but the truth is that, despite my deep love of zombies, I'm not finding it funny or entertaining enough to hold my interest. So should I give up on it entirely and acknowledge that I'm probably never going to care enough to sludge through it, or should I persist, in the idea that I've started it and now I should press on through to the end? What do you do? If you start a book, do you feel obligated to finish it or do you discard it easily the minute it ceases to keep your interest? Current Mood: blah (3 Comments |Comment on this)
poisontaster	9:40a	Trusting My Soul to the Ice Cream Assassin Back in Frederick. It's a strange day when that feels like a relief. Things are not good with my mom, but I also don't really want to talk about it, especially on this LJ, which has a different focus than my personal LJ. However: I would like to thank all of you for your support, prayers and kind wishes. While mooching around the hospital, I managed to finish two books: a re-read of Stephen King's Misery, which is one of my absolute favorite books and Charlaine Harris's new book, Grave Secret. I also managed to hit my mini_nanowrimo word count every day--mostly out of sheer stubbornness, I admit, not to mention the long hours of nothing much to do. Of course, now that I'm trying to think about it, I hardly remember what I was working on. I know I'm about a thousand words into the next piece of AKB, but I'm unsure about how I feel about it. I was about 5 or 6 hundred words in when I realized/I thought/I decided I was using the wrong POV character. And I'm still a little undecided about whether I can make it work with the POV I started in or whether I'm going to have to scrap it all and start over. It's one of those scenes where I wish I could convincingly have it both ways and cram both POVs into a single, unbroken scene. I worked some on Appetite, thankfully. If things in the real world go the way they seem like they're going to, I'm going to need to get even MORE serious about putting myself out there. I still feel so ambivalent about it all, though. I feel like I've lost some essential spark of knowing these characters. They feel like caricatures of themselves and I don't know how to get around that to the honest place. Trine has been turning up in the mental hopper at unexpected moments. I think that realizing what kind of tack I was going to take with this story really broke some things loose, though, to be fair, it's more in the prewriting stages than in the actual writing. But I have what looks like the beginning and that's not nothing. I really need to get onboard with my Yuletide story. I couldn't manage to read my entire flist from the point I went AWOL to now, but even reading the purgated "do or die" version of it, it seems like the mods did a superlative job of matching this year. ...I wish I felt the same. And now I'm trying to think about how to talk about this without giving too much away, but let's leave it at this: the fandom is great. The mods did (and do) a great job. I just don't do well when people give me a "Oh, write anything!" prompt with no greater direction. In the world of fandom, I'm a niche, midlist writer and I feel like what interests me, in terms of storytelling, is not going to be what interests the average reader. So there's that. I also need to reaquaint myself with the source material quick, fast and in a hurry. Here's an interesting question: at what point do you give up on a book you're reading? I've had Pride and Prejudice and Zombies in my "currently-reading" queue for months now, but the truth is that, despite my deep love of zombies, I'm not finding it funny or entertaining enough to hold my interest. So should I give up on it entirely and acknowledge that I'm probably never going to care enough to sludge through it, or should I persist, in the idea that I've started it and now I should press on through to the end? What do you do? If you start a book, do you feel obligated to finish it or do you discard it easily the minute it ceases to keep your interest? Current Mood: blah (Comment on this)
Tuesday, November 17th, 2009
yonmei	10:23p	Recipe: daal Buy daal. (They sell it in big bags at any local South Indian shop.) In a slow cooker, add two cups daal, seven cups boiling water, and a teaspoon of salt. (Properly speaking you should also add a tablespoon of turmeric, but I didn't have any: I'd forgotten that before I went to Montreal, I threw all my old herbs/spices out.) Put the slow cooker on High for a couple of hours. Stir sporadically. The daal will be a thick porridge. (Rather pale, since I had no turmeric. I added a vegie stock cube instead.) Classically daal is flavoured with garlic and fresh coriander cooked together and swirled through the daal once it's porridge. I chopped a lot of garlic, a lot of fresh ginger, and two tomatoes. I fried it all in butter with a teaspoonful of coriander and a tablespoon of curry powder. When cooked, I swirled the mix through the daal, which by this time was really pretty thick. Switched off the slow cooker and left it to soak up the flavours (though I did try it fresh and it was pretty good even then). Current Mood: full (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Monday, November 16th, 2009
janecarnall	6:13p	Lost my Yuletide Yay Dear Yuletider; ( Er, this is kind of awkward ) Current Mood: relieved (Comment on this)
yonmei	2:24p	To do list - week ending 22nd November ( cut for length ) (2 Comments |Comment on this)
janecarnall	9:15a	Still not getting the yay! in yuletide... moar funny pictures Meh. Current Mood: blah (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, November 15th, 2009
yonmei	9:06p	House, Cottages, and death ( Mildly spoilery for up to Season 6 - Known Unknowns ) Current Mood: quixotic (Comment on this)
Saturday, November 14th, 2009
janecarnall	11:51p	Ten days too late, thanks to lack of info between LJ and IJ... Posted at Yuletide Admin: "So while we are doing signup on the old code, we will be moving to the shiny new Archive of Our Own (about to go into Open Beta) for posting and reveal." The fuck you are? Oh bugger. Woe to the centralization of fandom. You know, I accept cheerfully that Yuletide is not a democracy - that like most successful fannish institutions it is a benevolent autarchy - but I am COMPLETELY BUMMED, nonetheless, that I have now to choose between revoking my signup for Yuletide, when this would be the seventh year running, or revoking my decision not to get one whit involved in the OTW's Archive until it was clear that it was actually going to be useful/used/trustworthy. This is not the mood I want to be in when I'm waiting to hear what my signup will be. If I do revoke my signup, I'll let you know with plenty of notice. Even though you gave me none that by signing up to Yuletide this year I might could be signing up to the OTW's Archive. Not happy, Jane Carnall ( Astolat's response: my reply ) ( and having slept on it  ) Current Mood: not yayish (2 Comments |Comment on this)
yonmei	11:37p	You know, that might explain it. All in all, though? It was a good day. Current Mood: accomplished (Comment on this)