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Less than a week until WisCon. :)  I'm slightly nervous about the whole traveling hundreds of miles and spending hundreds of dollars to spend time with hundreds of strangers, but I'm a lot more excited than I am nervous. My excitement level is somewhere around the same place it was when I was traveling to Italy. I can't wait. Especially for all the books. And people to talk about books with.

On a side note, I'm skipping school on Friday to go, which means that I will have to make up my third French test in a row after school someday.

On a second side note, I'm going to be changing my lj pseudonym thing. Using one with a homophone in it can be confusing. So it will probably be something to do with my initials, like mlt23, or emeltee.


So I'm going to assume that most people have heard about Amazon's brilliant customer relations move. <said in snarky sarcasm> If not, check out here, http://markprobst.livejournal.com/15293.html, http://copperbadge.livejournal.com/2742329.html or try #amazonfail on twitter. I've sent a complaint to Amazon, signed a petition here and I'm now helping Smart Bitches Google bomb Amazon.

Amazon Rank

I don't use Amazon a lot, but I'm not going to use them at all until this changes. Spread the word.

ETA: One possible explanations that doesn't not require the CEOs of Amazon to be complete morons. http://tehdely.livejournal.com/88823.html I'm not sure if I buy it, and I don't like that other people decide what is too adult for me ...


I survived the icepocalypse and five days without power. I still don't have internet, (I'm at the library)  but the Verizon person told me Wednesday at 6pm. The main thing that came out it was realizing that all my contingency plans for the zombie attack need to be updated. (You have a plan for that, right?) Mainly having to do with the fact that chainsaws need electricity and I don't have a generator.

Now I'm going to stick in this meme from facebook that I just did for no reason other than sheer joy I am connected to the internet.

Rules: Once you’ve been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 16 random things, facts, habits or goals about you. At the end choose 16 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it probably means I want to get to know you better... or something like that.

Here goes my melodramatic list ...

1. I'm marathoning the first two seasons of BtVS right now.
2. I wish more people I knew in RL knew who Joss Whedon is or what a con or lj is or what Doctor Who is.
3. My main goal is to have a job that's not in a cubicle, but I want to be an archeaologist when I grow up. I think it's so cool that I might have a job that little kids know about instead of something like an assistent insurance salesperson.
4. I feel like I have nothing to talk about to RL people.
5. I hate brushing my teeth.
6. I want to be a author.
7. When I was little, for some reason I thought that everyone turned into boys when they turned 16. Don't ask me why, because I don't know.
8. I have an awesome friend in Texas and I'd like to meet her someday.
9. I just realized that there's something I could put here, but I'm too used to censoring myself to do it. I wish I was brave enough to say it.
10. I want to try LARPing.
11. Number 9 was that I'm bi. I changed this one for lj.
12. I didn't spellcheck this for facebook, but now I'm going back and putting in capitals and correct spellings.
13. The icestorm made me realize that I would give up electricity for the internet as long as I had a woodstove for heat.
14. I want to go to WisCon in the spring more than prom.
15. If I could have any superpower it would either be to shapeshift so I could fly and be a dolphin or to learn languages really easily.
16. I'm scared that i'm going to go to college and be alone. And I don't know what I'm going to do if that happens.

Consider yourself tagged if you want to be.

Propostion 8

Finding out that Proposition 8 passed took at least part of my sheer joy about Obama away. I do believe that it's not going to last, and someday, in my lifetime, I will be able to be married to a man or a woman anywhere in this country, but it's going to take longer than I hoped. Penknife wrote a good essay here explaining why a lot of moderates voted for it to pass, which is a lot better than the knee jerk response I had. penknife.livejournal.com/374549.html (ugly link because I fail at making into a word)

Here's to hope for the future.

This is an amazing day

I can see on the tv in front of me, 'Senator Barack Obama, 44th President of the United States.'


Why, no, I haven't voted

but that's because I was born 17 years, two months, and six days ago. If you can vote, go do it!



I'm going to try to start posting more. We'll see how that works.

Anyways ...

Nanowrimo is only 8 days away! I have a vague plan involving meteorites, religious anarchists, and a doomed romance between a pacifist and a mercenary captain. It's going to have more characters that I usually write, which should be interesting.

I've noticed that whatever I'm writing tends to be hugely influenced by whatever I'm learning in school. For instance, last year nano began just as I was learning about the Constitution and Hacker's thesis that it was not written for the feel-good ideas of democracy and equality, but for economic reasons. Mainly, to keep the wealthy planter, such as George Washington, wealthy and in power. Before that, we'd learned about the American Revolution and how it was caused by taxes. I ended up writing a novel about a accountant who did the books for a underground revolution and how trade and economics effects stuff. (There was also a serial killer, a flamboyently gay spymaster, and geeky mage that disguised the economic-y stuff, which needed a lot more research than my AP History class went into.)

This year, I'm taking World Religions. Guess what a major theme is in my nano? Religion. Meteorites are suddenly more common, and naturally this is some sort of divine sign. People disagree, religious strife ensues, and suddenly, there's three more religions than there were before.

I'm thinking that I might try to take a class about ninja-eating zombies and mortality next. I wonder what I would write then.


Sep. 14th, 2008

I was trying to write an essay about my love for the internet and it morphed into this giant thing that probably would only get me accepted into a psychiatric hospital. So rather than waste it, I decided to inflict it upon lj.

Here goes.

I am in love with the internet.

No longer are we merely friends, or going out on occasion; we have a serious relationship. We are past the first exchanging of emails and passwords, the frozen screens and muddled web addresses and we are into a phase of serious commitment.

I have figured out how to find the best of it's personality, met some awesome people through it. In return, it remembers my past questions, my passwords, even the places I'm partial to. We spend time together almost every day. We watch YouTube clips together, go shopping on Amazon together, and even go on vacation together, thanks to Expedia and wifi. It has endless patience with my stupid questions, I forgive its occasional meltdowns. If the internet had a facebook, my relationship status with it would be 'in an open relationship.' Because the internet just refuses to be exclusive. It hangs out with my friends at Livejournal, goes to all the sports games with the fantasy football and baseball players, over at Yahoo and shares cookies with everyone who ever opens a webpage. I admit, there are there are times when I get jealous. And it's not just when it forgets to hide all the porn sites. For some reason, it never learns to leave the sites with viruses alone, even when it keeps getting sick, and injured. The internet only seems to lie when I need the truth about what's going on in the world, and never when I want it to hide my secrets from the world. When I find out that it's been loading the sites with nazi propaganda or letting pedophiles talk with twelve year old girl, I think about breaking up with it.

But then I find myself searching for information on how the first submarines were built. (way back in 1620, if you can believe it by Cornelius Jacobszoon Drebbel) or reading an article about how an lj community raised over fifty thousand dollars to support gay marriage in California and I realize that the internet and I still have some love left.  the internet supported me when I first started writing. I found National Novel Writing Month through it, and because of that, I wrote fifty thousand words of my novel in November, three years in a row. The internet showed me the way to markets to submit stories to, fellow writers to commiserate and write with, and advice like BIC HOK TAM.

The internet and I are so close, we can talk about absolutely anything. Just when I think we've reached the end of a subject, it finds a link to something completely different, yet totally related. I love starting a conversation about my favorite book, and ending up learning about Eskimo wedding practices, and hitting imaginary tv shows, what not to say during sex, and killing the entire human race with Pandemic 2, in between. Some days, I stay up all night talking about nothing at all.

I guess you could say my deepest love for the internet come from the internet's take on the First Amendment. As much as I hate the people posting about Palin being a V.P.I.L.F., for every one of them, I've found a corner of the internet with amazing people that make it their responsibility to defend Palin from sexist remarks, even if they support Obama.  The internet lets the stupid, the frustrating, the annoying, the moronically close-minded all put there thoughts out there. But if it didn't, there might be some days where I wouldn't be able to write a damn thing anywhere, because there might have been once or twice I didn't think all my remarks through, or maybe came off as a little more sarcastic than I meant. And there's always that fear that if the internet agrees to my wish to censor that over there, maybe someone else'll be able to convince it that we don't really need all the slash fanfiction. And that page about birth control and abortion, why doesn't that go, too. 

And yes, I know about the thing on lj a while back, and sometimes there's an issue with servers making a fuss, but I'm willing to try and fix some of the problems, and forgive a little.

The internet doesn't care whether I'm black, white, or any shade in between, doesn't care if I'm gay, lesbian, straight, bisexual, transgender, doesn't care that I'm a woman or a man or not sure, a emo punk goth teen trying to get out of a conservative town in Kansas or a mother of five working at a diner in Glasgow. Google's still going to give us the same results, and I'm still going to find the same stupid spam about magic drugs for my non existing penis and rich Nigerian ex-presidents in my inbox.

The internet's cool that way.

Amazing Con of Readers

Readercon = awesomeness.  I think my two favorite panels were the first and last I went to. Generation Dark and the Magic and Myth of Culture.

Some things that I remember:

'Porn for the blind! Porn for the blind!'

Meeting Becca and Alena (penguinkye and aamcnamara) and vash137 and many other people.

Kafteeklatches. Very cool, especially when you go to one with the amazing Sarah Monette and Elizabeth Bear is there and then cleverly go to one with Elizabeth Bear and Sarah is there.

Zombie babies. Zombie babies under the table waiting to infect you.

Kirk Poland Bad Prose competition is hilariousness incarnated into a panel of funny people.

The near miss of hyperventilation when I realized that Sarah Rees Brennan(mistful) was there and conversation occurred between us. Similar moments with cool people like blackholly, ellen_kushner, cassandraclare, truepenny, and matociquala.

Huge room full of books. Disappearance of money. No connection between those things, I'm sure.

I'm sure there are tons of things I've forgotten. Next time (because there will be a next con) I will need to take notes.

Hello to the rest of the world

So basically I have a livejournal now, and I don't really expect anyone to be reading this. If you are, that's great, keep doing so. Eventually, I'll post something . . .