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[bubosquared]

I'm boooored. *pokes the internet* Somebody entertain meeee! I hate work. Haaaaate!

[ETA] I tried doing that "You know you're reading a story by me thing, and so far I've come up with:

1. It's more than probably either slash, or pre-slashy gennishness;
2. It will involve people who, canonically, either hate each other's guts, or don't have any actual interaction at all;
3. Either that, or Weasleys and/or that Lee Jordan fellow;
4. Woobification of Big Dangerous characters likely occurs;
5. If it's het, it's creepy;
6. It's dialogue-heavy;
7. There's lots of attempts at wit, or at the very least lines that are all but jumping up and down, waving their arms and shouting "QUOTE ME OMG QUOTE MEEEE WHY WON'T YOU QUOTE ME I'M FUNNY AREN'T I?";
8. There will be a decided lack of porn;
9. If there is porn, it's all wannabe-literary;
10. There's almost a year between the "start" date in the headers and when it's actually posted.

Anyone else wanna add something? :D [/ETA]

[ETA2] Oh, god. Today's Icon Of The Day:

So fucking true.

And why are my co-workers talking about "the real cheese"? I think perhaps I need to brush up on my French. o_O [/ETA2]

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[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

... They lost the carriage. Ah, UK railways, HOW do I love thee. And this is why I mock my fellow Belgians who complain about trains being ten minutes late.

Also: Wheeeeee online on the train! Am so jellus!

[wibbble]

The coaches went A, B, C, D, E, F, J (then the first class coaches).

Our tickets said 'coach G'. G!!! So about a half a dozen people got told to go to the unreserved coach, coach C. Where we couldn't get a table to ourselves (as mad old lady slipped in while we were being confused).

At least there's power for the laptop (which I'm not using at the moment - the battery could do with a bit of a work-out anyway).

Online using GPRS and my shiny phone! Yay technology. I also don't think I'm even paying for it. Double-yay!

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

SO JELLUS!

[wibbble]

Boo. My phone crashed after 40 minutes!

Boo on the phone. BOO!

Still, I rebooted it and now it works just fine.

(Yes, I have a phone that crashes and requires rebooting. It also has an Opera web browser, an SSH client, and an IM client (if I could be bothered to pay for it to make it work again). Why yes, I am a big fucking geek, why do you ask?)

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Mobiles are possibly the only geeky gadgetery that I dislike. Possibly because it's the only one that makesme have to dig out the actual manual. My brain seems to have a block, there. But I wish I did get them, so I could get online everywhere!

[wibbble]

I've never used the manual for this thing! :o) There's actually a good site that hand-holds you through setting up GPRS on O2 for Windows and Macs, and a brilliant site for Mac OS X and GPRS. With that, it wasn't so hard to get working.

The best bit is that while I'm online I can still get phone calls on the phone, I think. Yay technology!

[much-reality.livejournal.com]

complain about trains being ten minutes late.

God, that's like some kind of trainy fantasy over here.

You've seen the limetbean wank? Though it's not exactly entertainment. More a train wreck in progress, really.

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

Seen the wank, yis. Pissed me off something fierce, let me tell you what. People confuse me sometimes. Sigh.

[much-reality.livejournal.com]

Yeah. Some appear to believe online is a giant video game. -_-

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

I had a giant rant over that crap once, because just. Gah. I hate people who think that just because it's the internet, that means there's no real people involved, and that anyone who actually cares about people they know from online is obviously immature and has no life and deserves to be hurt by this kinda crap. Gah.

If the fact that I met most of my friends online makes me immature, then dammit, slap my ass and call me teenie, because I'm not ashamed! (Hell, the other day, I was talking to a co-worker, who didn't understand how I can spend entire evenings online, and as an explanation, I offered: "But my friends live in the computer!" She cracked up. <g>)

Anyway, people who think you can qualify/quantify a relationship by the medium through which it's persued are on crack. Hell, I could just as easily say that people who can't have actual relationships with people unless they meet face-to-face have a deficiency somewhere, because isn't friendship supposed to be about getting along?

[much-reality.livejournal.com]

I spent a year in Australia, and I missed the guy I'm now married to so badly, it was hell. My online friends were transportable, and they kept me sane. I had three staying with me for New Year, and only one I'd ever *met* before, and it made zero difference to anything. We had a blast.

And my two closest friends in the world, other than Al? One is from Uni, and the other I met almost 3 years ago in the Matrix fandom. She has realised she isn't straight in that time, despite living in a very Bible Belt area, and fallen in love with another girl; I've handled a ton of crap to do with my own relationship. We've both graduated from Uni and built adult lives. And we've talked almost every day in that time, and I know I've told her stuff nobody else knows (except Al) and vice versa. We've administered smacks upside the head when required- Al got very drunk and made A Mistake once, and after she'd finished reaming him she told me not to be a dumbass and that if I had a best friend who really loved me and me him second chances were in order. And I've told her she was on a hiding to nothing but hell when she started to get involved with a complete cunt. She's just as real and important to me as any of the friends I met face to face, and if she died, it would be devastating. And when people try to tell me that relationships like that are meaningless because they "aren't real" it flummoxes me.

I'm real. I'm pretty sure she is. So I think when people try to say that, it says a fuckload more about them than it does me or my online friends.

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

And especially when said friends are fandom friends, people get all sneery. No, I have pretty much no friends who aren't some flavour of fan, be it the slash-writing kind or just the "I like to overthink TV shows and spend three hours discussing the finer points of Smurf sociology and also SQUEE PRETTY BOYS/GIRLS YAYE!" kind, and I don't think that makes me sad. What it makes me is someone who prefers to connect and make friends with other people who understand how my brain works, with whom I can talk to about writing, and who won't think I'm a sad person because I like to do more than just mindlessly accept what the TV people show me, without thinking of the patters and shite behind what happens onscreen.

And the only friends I've stayed friends with for longer than a few years, across countless fandoms, four moves including one out of my parents's house and one to another country, dropping out of uni, two jobs, taking up smoking, realising I'ma lesbian, three girlfriends, and awhole mess of porn, are fannish online friends.

"Not real" indeed. Feh.

[much-reality.livejournal.com]

The weird thing is my fandom friends and my Uni friends are so similar. Most of my female friends are childfree, most of the guys gentle and all very comfortable around women, and all genders have a seriously black sense of humour. The politics varies a lot fiscally, but when it comes to human rights all are fiercely liberal, which is what matters to me. And I honest to God can't see any differences in the depth of affection. I love all my good friends very much, and anyone who thinks loving someone you've never laid eyes on is freaky can go be bored with their *usual* social circle. Which isn't enriched by being totally international and selected from the potential millions.

That's the thing, about online. The numbers are so vast, that you can truly meet like minds. IRL, you just have a struggle meeting that volume, that fast.

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

See, exactly, that last bit. I have a weird, picky taste in friends, and I don't understand why I should be satisfied with people I meet through geographical coincidence, because we happen to work in the same place, or go to the same place, or whatnot. Sure, you can meet good friends that way, but why limit yourself to that?

[crazymadjo.livejournal.com]

That is one of the coolest descriptions of being "fannish" and having online friends that I've ever read. Serioiusly, I'm all lump-in-the-throat here.

[bubosquared.livejournal.com]

:D Thanks, it was off the top of my head, but .. that is what I look for in friends: the ability to talk about things that interest me, and I get pissy when people try to tell me that homoerotic triangles of DOOOOM and the finer details of sociology in the Wizarding World are less "worthy" things to talk about and bond over than, say, who's winning on Pop Idol or whatnot. :)