"D'you know what 'nemesis' is?"
Aug. 13th, 2003 01:44 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAaah.
I feel so much better, after that rant and the subsequent responses and being (admittely, this was cheap of me) patronizing and snappish back at a bunch of people.
Amazingly I feel so much better. I've gotten all that out, and hopefully I've made some people think. And probably I've just gotten a bunch of people to go "Hey. Thank god I'm not the only one." And I know a couple people hate me because I told them their fics suck. One of whom ... damn. I looked at her journal after she posted those comments, and with all the drugs and booze she's on... or he? that person needs some serious therapy. Like, a good several weeks in an institution drying out.
But... I feel better. I'm not sure anything's actually going to change. In fact, it probably wont. I guess that's ... I don't know what that is talking. But I know nothing's really going to change overnight, or even a little, because of all that vitriol.
What I really want to do is put that up on my column. But that would be an abuse of the writing privilidge. Damn me and my morals. I'll ahve to rewrite it and put it up as an actual column on how to write romance novels or something.
La.
Ok. Watching the Roast of Denis Leary again, solely because I don't have the No Cure for Cancer video and I felt a lot like Denis Leary when I was doing that rant. I adore Denis. Denis rocks my world. That part where he was kissing Mario Cantone was the cutest thing I've seen all week. Mario's right. Denis is so gay, and he belongs with Mario.
And later today there will be grocery shopping, and video shopping. And hopefully the white kitten will live :( My Gretchen's okay but the white kitten, whose name is now Alan, has an infection. They hope the amoxycillin will help. We're just not sure. I swear, when you pick up stray kittens, take my advice folks, there should be one of those old fashioned traditions that you don't name a kitten until you're sure it's going to live. I'm serious. Back in the day they waited several days to... I think, almost a year, before they named children just to be sure they were going to live. They ought to institute the same rule for kittens. I'm so glad I didn't get attached to it and stayed in the other room with my Gretchen.
Oh well.
Denis Leary rules.
Mmm what else. Finally got fanfic.net to accept my latest chapter in the epic fic. Not sure what else I'm going to do with it. I need to write more fanfic, but it's so very hard to find anything to write about ... especially now. I've gotten so disheartened. Maybe I'll write that fic about that tv movie Momentum where Adrian's alive and goes and finds his daughter again. That would be nice.
Bleh.
Okay, off to do something else now....
I feel so much better, after that rant and the subsequent responses and being (admittely, this was cheap of me) patronizing and snappish back at a bunch of people.
Amazingly I feel so much better. I've gotten all that out, and hopefully I've made some people think. And probably I've just gotten a bunch of people to go "Hey. Thank god I'm not the only one." And I know a couple people hate me because I told them their fics suck. One of whom ... damn. I looked at her journal after she posted those comments, and with all the drugs and booze she's on... or he? that person needs some serious therapy. Like, a good several weeks in an institution drying out.
But... I feel better. I'm not sure anything's actually going to change. In fact, it probably wont. I guess that's ... I don't know what that is talking. But I know nothing's really going to change overnight, or even a little, because of all that vitriol.
What I really want to do is put that up on my column. But that would be an abuse of the writing privilidge. Damn me and my morals. I'll ahve to rewrite it and put it up as an actual column on how to write romance novels or something.
La.
Ok. Watching the Roast of Denis Leary again, solely because I don't have the No Cure for Cancer video and I felt a lot like Denis Leary when I was doing that rant. I adore Denis. Denis rocks my world. That part where he was kissing Mario Cantone was the cutest thing I've seen all week. Mario's right. Denis is so gay, and he belongs with Mario.
And later today there will be grocery shopping, and video shopping. And hopefully the white kitten will live :( My Gretchen's okay but the white kitten, whose name is now Alan, has an infection. They hope the amoxycillin will help. We're just not sure. I swear, when you pick up stray kittens, take my advice folks, there should be one of those old fashioned traditions that you don't name a kitten until you're sure it's going to live. I'm serious. Back in the day they waited several days to... I think, almost a year, before they named children just to be sure they were going to live. They ought to institute the same rule for kittens. I'm so glad I didn't get attached to it and stayed in the other room with my Gretchen.
Oh well.
Denis Leary rules.
Mmm what else. Finally got fanfic.net to accept my latest chapter in the epic fic. Not sure what else I'm going to do with it. I need to write more fanfic, but it's so very hard to find anything to write about ... especially now. I've gotten so disheartened. Maybe I'll write that fic about that tv movie Momentum where Adrian's alive and goes and finds his daughter again. That would be nice.
Bleh.
Okay, off to do something else now....
