Wednesday, July 25th, 2007 08:16 pm
pondering the great scattering
You know, this thing going around LJ feels vaguely like the fannish equivalent of leaving a forwarding address.
If I vanish mysteriously, I am at seperis.newsite.com place!
OTOH, if we do have a fannish migration, I've decided that instead of seperis, there will be the rise of a new fangirl. I will call her Bob.
In this day and age, it's just too hard to change identities suddenly. People catch you. There are IP things. And well, let's face it, sometimes Certain Things kind of stand out--oh, say, saying your country of origin is Chile, you love Clex, and you keep friending herohunter, for example. Not that I'm talking about anything specific.
But this. With the Mad Scramble across a billion blogging sites (seriously, y'all? Let's get together and *vote* or something to see who we honor with our underaged porn presence), people will get lost. People will change names. Just think--you're sitting there, oh, two years after the--hmm. Need a name here. Ah. "The Great Fannish Scattering". Yes.--after The Great Fannish Scattering. We'll call it Scat for short.
...hmm. No, we won't. Go back.
The Great Fannish Scattering. It's two years later. You are sipping latte and thinking about your flying car (seriously, where are the flying cars already?) and your upcoming vacation to Mars for the new MediaWestinSpace convention. And you are talking to BetsyBoom. Your bestest friend ever. And you are hitting wayback machine, as people do. And you discover--
BETSYBOOM IS YOUR MORTAL ENEMY SUPERHARRYSLUT (not referring to actual person by name of superharryslut. Seriously. Is there a superharryslut?)!
You remember it all. She told you that your astral marriage to Harry Potter was invalid because she already married him there! She posted obviously photoshopped pictures of the honeymoon (you know photoshopped fakes, unlike yours, which were Divinely Inspired by His Heroness). Flame after flame. Picture after picture. Terrifyingly detailed narratives of intimate astral trysts. She touched his astral robe! Whore.
But she's your best friend now!
You see how this can only end in tragedy. there's a lesson in this I hope you all walk away from thinking about very seriously. The first would be, check out your polygamous astral plane husband's history first. Second--well. Hide better. And some other stuff.
For your assignment: imagine you are the person I didn't name, but the pov of this little story. What do you do when confronted with SUPERHARRYSLUT aka BetsyBoom's real identity? And no, astral plane assassinations are not acceptable. Those fuck up your karma, yo.
I worry about these things.
If I vanish mysteriously, I am at seperis.newsite.com place!
OTOH, if we do have a fannish migration, I've decided that instead of seperis, there will be the rise of a new fangirl. I will call her Bob.
In this day and age, it's just too hard to change identities suddenly. People catch you. There are IP things. And well, let's face it, sometimes Certain Things kind of stand out--oh, say, saying your country of origin is Chile, you love Clex, and you keep friending herohunter, for example. Not that I'm talking about anything specific.
But this. With the Mad Scramble across a billion blogging sites (seriously, y'all? Let's get together and *vote* or something to see who we honor with our underaged porn presence), people will get lost. People will change names. Just think--you're sitting there, oh, two years after the--hmm. Need a name here. Ah. "The Great Fannish Scattering". Yes.--after The Great Fannish Scattering. We'll call it Scat for short.
...hmm. No, we won't. Go back.
The Great Fannish Scattering. It's two years later. You are sipping latte and thinking about your flying car (seriously, where are the flying cars already?) and your upcoming vacation to Mars for the new MediaWestinSpace convention. And you are talking to BetsyBoom. Your bestest friend ever. And you are hitting wayback machine, as people do. And you discover--
BETSYBOOM IS YOUR MORTAL ENEMY SUPERHARRYSLUT (not referring to actual person by name of superharryslut. Seriously. Is there a superharryslut?)!
You remember it all. She told you that your astral marriage to Harry Potter was invalid because she already married him there! She posted obviously photoshopped pictures of the honeymoon (you know photoshopped fakes, unlike yours, which were Divinely Inspired by His Heroness). Flame after flame. Picture after picture. Terrifyingly detailed narratives of intimate astral trysts. She touched his astral robe! Whore.
But she's your best friend now!
You see how this can only end in tragedy. there's a lesson in this I hope you all walk away from thinking about very seriously. The first would be, check out your polygamous astral plane husband's history first. Second--well. Hide better. And some other stuff.
For your assignment: imagine you are the person I didn't name, but the pov of this little story. What do you do when confronted with SUPERHARRYSLUT aka BetsyBoom's real identity? And no, astral plane assassinations are not acceptable. Those fuck up your karma, yo.
I worry about these things.
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From:2) your brain is a scary, scary place
3) thank god.
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From:And no there is no superharryslut, of course I had to check once you mentioned it. I would have liked there to be someone like that.
Your tag just reminded me that sloths are freaking scary when all spread out. I saw a picture of one crossing the road and it looked like something from a horror movie.
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From:I wish there was a superharryslut. *wistful*
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From:*hugs*
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From:I'm especially amused that you called it 'Scat' for short at first... *has been watching too much 'Bones'*
I've always been a little weirded out by the need in cyberland of people to change their identity so often...
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From:Obviously I am not crazy enough to be in the HP fandom. Because my first thought was "Pseudicide, of course." I'm so LJ.
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From:*makes note*
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From:You got into the blueberry crack tonight, huh? ;)
Seriously though? I kind of wonder about that, if it finally comes to that, not everyone is going to mass migrate to the same new place, and that makes me really sad. :(
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From:(Or was I the only sucker who finished all six books of Dune?)
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From:*twitch*
God. I keep meaning one day to read all six back to back and see if it's as crazy as I remember.
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From:Darn it.
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From:I am thinking that, if once you catfought, you shall catfight again, no matter how BFF you think you are. So really, Betsyboom revealing her Secret Evil Past is just short-circuiting the slow decline in your friendship, and propelling you onto F_W that much faster and less tiresomely. Like rocket fuel, in a way, and definitely win-win.
(People you hate are always more easy to recognize than people you like. It's an axiom of marketing that one bad experience is worth three good ones.)
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From:*mulls* Point.
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From:You see how this can only end in tragedy.
But why not? It will be EPIC!
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From:*wide eyes*
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From:WHAT IF SHE DID??????
*bites fingernail* Also, she married your astral husband. Lingering bitterness? I think so.
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From:yes, yes, there should be some subliminal message....say.... in the header of the site, so you would see it on every story...that says, "In case of emergency, migrate to wherever.dot.journal" ....
then others could take up the new mantra, and put it in their headers....if voluntarily asked, of course...
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Of my sockpuppets:
From:That Other Sock Just For Fic might have snored. I'm not sure.
Seriously, though. If That Other Sock never joined anything but LJ and never posted from the same computer as the fruit and the stalker, who would know she's, uh, we?
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From:You forgot "insane." Or was that implied? ^_~
seriously, where are the flying cars already?
I gotcher flying car right here hon (complete with awesome video!): http://jalopnik.com/cars/jalopnik-loves-flying-cars/worlds-first-flying-car-enters-production-282449.php
Seriously. Is there a superharryslut? I would venture to say there are several. =D
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From:It's both sweet and hilarious that this worries you. Mind you, I'm staying on LJ until they claw my UserID from my cold, dead fingers.
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From:I'd have all of my minions (if we have flying cars, I get minions) tell her that I'm shunning her, just to make sure she doesn't miss the point and think that I'm dead. Or that I've suddenly lost the ability to type, possibly because the door of my flying car was closed on my hands.
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From:*hugs fandom tight*
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From:Just sayin'.
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