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Nov. 16th, 2011 12:10 amI realized I hadn't posted in like a month, which whoops! Maybe I should get on that. Although, let's be honest, the real thing that spurred me into posting was realizing that this means that the top post on my journal for a month was speculation on tazer's condo, and that made me look much crazier than I really am.
For example, I didn't try to stalk him even once while I was in Chicago! not even to get the answers to these pressing questions.
speaking of, i was in chicago this weekend and it was great! I met/saw again/spent time with a bunch of awesome people, and we didn't run into any oilers being tourists downtown (sorry hannah), and at no point did i feel weird and awkward, and i had a great time, except for the parts where i got in at 130am or where i was worried about blowing away. and no one died of slightly-hysterical laughter over dinner when estaal was a minus 3 in the car-pit game.
i asked on twitter a while back if anyone was worried that they were going to accidentally talk about their hockey holidays fic to their recipient, and apparently i am not the only one with that fear. let me explain a chain of events that makes me think this is a perfectly reasonable fear:
9:00: Person A is writing their fic at me, for an unknown-to-me recipient. this gives me a tangential idea.
9:05: I compose an email to Person B that starts "[Person A] is telling me about [story] and that made me think of [this other thing]."
9:10: Delete email unsent, as I should probably not tell B about A's fic, just in case A is writing for B.
9:20: Reconsider. After all, A showed me the prompt from her recipient, and it didn't look like the sort of request that I think B would make, so she's probably not writing for B.
9:30: Realize that A is not writing for B. because i am.
So I have more-or-less adopted a policy of radio silence, out of sheer self-defense.
For example, I didn't try to stalk him even once while I was in Chicago! not even to get the answers to these pressing questions.
speaking of, i was in chicago this weekend and it was great! I met/saw again/spent time with a bunch of awesome people, and we didn't run into any oilers being tourists downtown (sorry hannah), and at no point did i feel weird and awkward, and i had a great time, except for the parts where i got in at 130am or where i was worried about blowing away. and no one died of slightly-hysterical laughter over dinner when estaal was a minus 3 in the car-pit game.
i asked on twitter a while back if anyone was worried that they were going to accidentally talk about their hockey holidays fic to their recipient, and apparently i am not the only one with that fear. let me explain a chain of events that makes me think this is a perfectly reasonable fear:
9:00: Person A is writing their fic at me, for an unknown-to-me recipient. this gives me a tangential idea.
9:05: I compose an email to Person B that starts "[Person A] is telling me about [story] and that made me think of [this other thing]."
9:10: Delete email unsent, as I should probably not tell B about A's fic, just in case A is writing for B.
9:20: Reconsider. After all, A showed me the prompt from her recipient, and it didn't look like the sort of request that I think B would make, so she's probably not writing for B.
9:30: Realize that A is not writing for B. because i am.
So I have more-or-less adopted a policy of radio silence, out of sheer self-defense.