Sigh.

Elfwood is down. I guess that means I'll have to wait to figure out what the ERB disliked about my gallery.

I still want to leave, because I hardly draw at all anymore and what I draw are cartoony things and stuff and I'd get more exposure on my site and LJ and it's not like I get any useful comments (like, anything but "This is good, keep it up" or "You suck, go away.") anyway, but ...

It's Elfwood. I was on EW before anything else, before RS-X, before RareSlash, before my fucking site even began to contemplate the possibility of surfacing on effing Geoshitties. I can't let it go, just like I can't let RareSlash go. I just can't. I get too set in my way after a certain time, and three years a a fucking long time, yo.

And yet. Even if it ever comes back up, and if I actually have enough pictures left in my galleries after I clean it up for the ERB, I'm still not sure I'd want to keep it. Maybe I'll delete the galleries and keep just my stories up. Except most of those are in need of major rewriting and stuff.

Sigh.

Yo, Tri!

I'm almost afraid to look.

What the?

Did Neil Young just sing something about Johnny Rotten, or was that my imagination?

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Someone make BonoMuse stop sniffling? No, dammit, I don't want to know how much and why you miss Joey Ramone. Go away!

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No, self, you shan't AIM chuck to talk about U2 (which he's also interested in).

Dear muses,

I love you lot. You know I do. I don't mind you wandrering around my head being loud and obnoxious and mixing in ways you should never, ever be mixed. Just. Do me some favours, yeah?

Firstly, if you're gonna be having weird, random conversations, could you not tell me about them unless they have some sort of story-like context? Things like this:

Em: "James, man, she's right. You really shouldn't be allowed to dress yourself."
James: "What's it to you, runt?"
Em: "I'm just saying, yo."

are not really of any use at all.

Secondly, I don't mind you singing, not even when you insist on doing it badly (yeah, I'm looking at you here, Lars) or singing the same song over and over and over again, but do it one at a time, please? One Wild Night and Wild Honey do not mix, okay Jon and Bono? And neither do you two, btw.

Man. Muses. I'm telling you.

Hey Nat, Mol?

Remeber the album cover I mentioned where Dylan looks like he's wearing eyeliner? This is it. Reality check, please?

Oi. Vali?

Is fanfic, in fact, plagiarism? I know it's illegal-ish in many ways, but isn't plagiarism actually stealing people's words (and maybe altering some details like names and eye and hair colour, but basically stealing them)?

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When exactly did "being friends" started to mean "condone everything the other does or says"? Fucking. People. Grow the fuck up.

(Yeah, the Cassie thing. Motherfucker.)

Question

Anyone know how to convert from .rm into .mp3?

At last!

My email has revived.

Report of NYCCon 2001

( it's long and it has pictures. Proceed at your own risk. )

Wak?

Tought of the day: Sean/Julian Lennon.

It's strangely making sense. I need more sleep. Or more coffee. Probably more coffee. (Still. Breckin, what the hell kind of crack are you on, anyhat? Fucking.)

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Just realised I should correct the time on my computer, b/c it's a whole time zone off. Whoops. (Let's see if I can do this without logging out and then in under the admin account.)

Dude

I got titlebar-ed!

Mr. Speaker, will you please tell the Honourable leader of the opposition that he can bite me?

Heeheehee!

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Oh my lord!

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badevilgrrl: Oh my stars.
badevilgrrl: He looks like a Hanson brother!
suckerlove21: I think he looks cute.
suckerlove21: And wet. And half-naked. And wet. And with long hair. And did I mention he's wet?

We're still talking about that picture from my previous post, yes. That's Prince Andrea of Monaco, btw.

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This is really good music for virtually clobbering stupid people.

C'me on, Joey, we're gonna kick us some ass.

(Note to self: after ass-kicking, email Tony re that damn virus that's eating Nattie's puter.)

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