"Back off, I'll take you on..."
Aug. 13th, 2003 11:53 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kittydesadeAnd the flames just keep rolling in. I'd say it's amusing but I'd be lying.
It's actually rather pathetic. Especially since one person seems to be reading further just to see ...
Oh, I give up on you people. My day or so of righteous fury is over. The world can go to hell in a handbasket. Fury is too hard to maintain, and I no longer care.
Except that I did have this wonderful idea... leak to the few newsfeeds I can (local newspapers, CNN...) about what the US's and maybe some other countries' thirteen to eighteen year olds are doing. What they're writing about, what they're reading. And watch as hundreds of thousands of parents all over the world go "AAAUGH!" and yank their kids' internet privilidges.
Except I couldn't do that, because lots of innocents would get caught in the crossfire. Bleh.
The world really is going to hell in a handbasket.
To make matters worse, the white kitten we caught just a couple of days ago is sick. I'm not sure what it is, just in case it's an infection the vet prescribed amoxycillen, .5 ccs.. mls.. whatever. Twice a day. There's also the suspicion that it's some sort of hideous virus that acts like ebola and is contagious across all sorts of species barriers. Scary, wot? Poor kitten :(
Other that that... I dunno. Life's going good. My enthusiasm for writing any kind of fanfic has waned so far I'm not sure it's there anymore. And that's bad, because I have a couple dozen readers to whom I owe 65 chapters of Matrixfic. I have a few devoted readers to whom I owe some ... well, it used to be fanfic. Now there's only one fanfic character and lots of original characters. Oh well. And a number of readers to whom I owe the rest of that weirdass LXG fic. In which there is only one original character! Yay! The rest is fanfic and RPfic.
Well, long dead people. But hey.
I dunno. I guess tonight will be a night of comfort movies... if you can call Nightmare on Elm Street comfort movies. We've rented it and a couple others, and we've got tubes and tubes of cookie dough, pints of Sin (for those of you not in the know, that's Edy's Dreamery Chocolate Truffle Explosion), crackers, fruit rollups, Cadbury's chocolate, and we're going to pig out and have a girlie night of it. It's been a while since I've had one of those.
Bleh. Not much else to talk about really. My life is taking a turn for the boring. Thank god. Watching MacGyver. I can't believe I was ever terrified of this show. I can't even remember why it scared th hell out of me. Ah well.
Maybe I should just work on original fiction. Work on putting it up somewhere... Put up all those stories I wrote. Yeah. I guess I'll do that. And work on![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cruelest_month 's web page..
And for those of you who are still inclined to read this far into the rest of my journal...
"D'you know what 'Nemesis' means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me!"
Ah, Guy Ritchie, how I do love thee.
It's actually rather pathetic. Especially since one person seems to be reading further just to see ...
Oh, I give up on you people. My day or so of righteous fury is over. The world can go to hell in a handbasket. Fury is too hard to maintain, and I no longer care.
Except that I did have this wonderful idea... leak to the few newsfeeds I can (local newspapers, CNN...) about what the US's and maybe some other countries' thirteen to eighteen year olds are doing. What they're writing about, what they're reading. And watch as hundreds of thousands of parents all over the world go "AAAUGH!" and yank their kids' internet privilidges.
Except I couldn't do that, because lots of innocents would get caught in the crossfire. Bleh.
The world really is going to hell in a handbasket.
To make matters worse, the white kitten we caught just a couple of days ago is sick. I'm not sure what it is, just in case it's an infection the vet prescribed amoxycillen, .5 ccs.. mls.. whatever. Twice a day. There's also the suspicion that it's some sort of hideous virus that acts like ebola and is contagious across all sorts of species barriers. Scary, wot? Poor kitten :(
Other that that... I dunno. Life's going good. My enthusiasm for writing any kind of fanfic has waned so far I'm not sure it's there anymore. And that's bad, because I have a couple dozen readers to whom I owe 65 chapters of Matrixfic. I have a few devoted readers to whom I owe some ... well, it used to be fanfic. Now there's only one fanfic character and lots of original characters. Oh well. And a number of readers to whom I owe the rest of that weirdass LXG fic. In which there is only one original character! Yay! The rest is fanfic and RPfic.
Well, long dead people. But hey.
I dunno. I guess tonight will be a night of comfort movies... if you can call Nightmare on Elm Street comfort movies. We've rented it and a couple others, and we've got tubes and tubes of cookie dough, pints of Sin (for those of you not in the know, that's Edy's Dreamery Chocolate Truffle Explosion), crackers, fruit rollups, Cadbury's chocolate, and we're going to pig out and have a girlie night of it. It's been a while since I've had one of those.
Bleh. Not much else to talk about really. My life is taking a turn for the boring. Thank god. Watching MacGyver. I can't believe I was ever terrified of this show. I can't even remember why it scared th hell out of me. Ah well.
Maybe I should just work on original fiction. Work on putting it up somewhere... Put up all those stories I wrote. Yeah. I guess I'll do that. And work on
cruelest_month 's web page.. And for those of you who are still inclined to read this far into the rest of my journal...
"D'you know what 'Nemesis' means? A righteous infliction of retribution manifested by an appropriate agent. Personified in this case by an 'orrible cunt... me!"
Ah, Guy Ritchie, how I do love thee.
