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I think I could deal with hatememes more if they were constructive.

I would quite like, I think, to be told that not I was hated, but something about my fic, my posting format, my personality. Something I could work on.

Whereas... hatememes just get bitter. Every now and then a good point is made, but it tends to be about someone who won't allow themselves to hear it. They'll just go and whine about it on their journals, and then their fans (because this kind of thing does tend to involve fans) will come and defend them, and that's where the trouble starts. Vitriol starts boiling, and people get needlessly mean, and feelings genuinely get hurt. And I don't really see the need for that.

Maybe because I'm too easily hurt myself.

Then again, it's entirely possible that were I to post such a meme it'd get no comments because it's easier to defend yourself by saying, oh, it's a hatememe, the people who post to them are all irrational and trying to be big', or whatever people say to rationalise such things. That's much easier than hearing something that one can do to improve oneself. It always is.

I dunno, what do you think?

And I'm gonna stop typing now because my hands are shaking and my fingers keep missing the keys.

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I am having random nostalgia.

I don't know how prominent these were, but does anyone remember Choose Your Own Adventure books? The classroom bookcase was inordinately full of them, written by Iain someone, mostly, and they were really noticeable and slyly attractive due to the NEON GREEN spines. They were fantastic, and I got much respect for reading them when I was younger; that may have been a contributing factor in my beginning to read them, but soon enough I was completely lost.

There's nothing quite like reading a book with an entire hand's worth of fingers marking pages, just in case something goes hideously wrong and you have to backtrack. I had no truck with dice and suchlike of course, being a humungous and quite unrepentant cheater, which is possibly obvious from the amount of spine cracking fingerwork. And doesn't that sound an interesting skill for an RP character? Hunh.

Of course, then I asked for one from my mum for my birthday, and I got one on showjumping. SHOWJUMPING, I ask you. And the weird thing about it was that I totally died way more times in the showjumping one than I ever did in the ones where goblins were attempting to cleave my head in twain with a battle axe. I blame the fact that it was a lot shorter than the proper ones, leaving very little space for fingers, even fingers so small as mine were then.

They even made me write one, at school. Which... do you have any idea how bad such a thing is, when written by a ten year old with the attention span of a gnat? Most pages, I seem to remember, ended in people dying. With no rationale, whatsoever, and a distinct overtone of HA!

Aah, childhood.

In which Nny decides she needs a list of enemies

MY ENEMIES
(by Nny, aged 23 and a little bit)

- Showers, and the slipperiness thereof. Evil scheming plotting with the plastic bottoms of baths. BASTARDS!
- Anne Rice. She is safe to have as an enemy because she is too busy pretending to be Jesus to make time to come kill me with her evil Mary Sue DEATH RAYS.
- schiarire because she wants to be on the list and she would make a formidable enemy and I don't want her on my bad side. Which... somewhere there's something wrong with that...
- Big mugs. My mouth is too small, or my mug is too big, or something that makes it impossible not to quaff my tea.
- fahye because me and Ji have conclusively proved that she is God, or should be God, or looks like God, and I therefore blame her for EVERYTHING.
- AOL.
- the Inland Revenue. Sassafrasn 'emergency tax'.
- Jennifer Connelly.
- For that matter, quite possibly Russell Crowe. *looks innocent*
- copinggoggles BECAUSE she has better ideas than me and SHE IS SO MY ENEMY SHE'S GETTING WRITTEN ON THE LIST IN PEN SO SHE WILL NEVER COME OFF! AND I WILL TATTOO HER NAME ON ME LIKE THAT GUY IN MEMENTO!


that's all I can think of just now. This may be added to during the day.

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Holy crap I am covered in sap.

And unintentionally poetical, hee!

#5 on the list of things Nny can do while concussed, apparently, is build flat-pack bookcases.

Yes, number five, shut up. I can't do much, yet, but you got to admit that's a pretty impressive addition...

That said... I walked around to Woolworths, today, which is next door to where I work, and the trip completely exhausted me. So. Going back to work tomorrow is going to be decidedly interesting.

Let's hope I can make 'working a 9 hour day' number six, eh?