Sunday, August 18th, 2013 03:27 pm
still watching for a snake, but in the meantime
Randomly, Child finally linked me to his tumblr account, but only with the promise I'd never follow or reblog him as long as we both live. It was extraordinarily, almost freakishly, adorable to watch him squee over an entire team of soccer players (I think?), and today, he tried to talk me into getting Converse shoes to match his.
Reproduction of actual conversation today at Academy:
"Because," he said seriously, "then I can show you to my friends."
"You said your friends think I'm awesome already," I replied, confused. "Because I'm tall. They call me Gigantor, which thanks, I do know you came up with that name."
"No, they think you're an awesome person because you are and [because of] fandom. Not how you dress."
"...how many of your friends know my username?"
Nothing about this conversation was comfortable, but I'm not sure whether I'm upset because his friends know my screennames or because he criticized my dress sense.
This is the unacknowledged downside of your username becoming your online identity and literally cannot imagine getting another one anywhere. It really makes your son's fanfic-writing (Christ) friends find you easily, and now anyone who follows me on tumblr is Possibly One of Them.
However: I honestly think half the reason Facebook makes me uncomfortable is that my RL name is there and while online, it feels like I'm pretending to be someone else. Someone boring, by the way: if you friended me on Facebook, you may notice my lack of content. Because it's the wrong goddamn name. Facebook even has its very own email account attached to it unrelated to my other ones, because again, not really me and I'm vaguely uncomfortable checking it.
Reproduction of actual conversation today at Academy:
"Because," he said seriously, "then I can show you to my friends."
"You said your friends think I'm awesome already," I replied, confused. "Because I'm tall. They call me Gigantor, which thanks, I do know you came up with that name."
"No, they think you're an awesome person because you are and [because of] fandom. Not how you dress."
"...how many of your friends know my username?"
Nothing about this conversation was comfortable, but I'm not sure whether I'm upset because his friends know my screennames or because he criticized my dress sense.
This is the unacknowledged downside of your username becoming your online identity and literally cannot imagine getting another one anywhere. It really makes your son's fanfic-writing (Christ) friends find you easily, and now anyone who follows me on tumblr is Possibly One of Them.
However: I honestly think half the reason Facebook makes me uncomfortable is that my RL name is there and while online, it feels like I'm pretending to be someone else. Someone boring, by the way: if you friended me on Facebook, you may notice my lack of content. Because it's the wrong goddamn name. Facebook even has its very own email account attached to it unrelated to my other ones, because again, not really me and I'm vaguely uncomfortable checking it.
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From:In other news, I was talking to a Buddhist nun who'd just finished her degree in India ... and mentioned Harry Potter, then fanfic writing, and then discovered that she wrote HP fic (evil!Harry) and another nun I knew was her beta.
This makes my month.
We may never discuss Buddhism or Tibetan again.
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From:I think I'll never see a word of her fic though. She's one of those "I'll never post a WIP and after ten million aeons it's still not Ready for the light of day" people.
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From:That's my exact Facebook, right there.
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From:Yeah, fairly easy to do. Share, share, share, share....
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From:If it was me, it'd definitely be the former. Which might be weird given that my mom knows my AO3/DW username -- but at the same time, she's not at all motivated to actually click onto any links to read anything, so it's a weirdly safe gesture of trust.
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From:Dude, if I was on ff.net or in Teen Wolf? I wouldn't sleep.
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From:So I ended up not making personal entries, but filling it up with as much factual political stuff as I could. They'll get a faceful of stats and links to do something about various environmental and social justice concerns, which is pretty darn personal in a much more mental way, but I'm willing to debate on those if somebody questions it.
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From:I was a bit concerned I was going to end up with opinion flame wars and trolls and etc as I've seen on some other posters' timelines, but so far no problem, not sure why--maybe because I'm not putting out that much in the way of personal essays myself, I'm using other people's news and opinion pieces and reporting, with some minor opinions when I'm commenting to explain or note connections to other reposts I've done. One of the things I like about lj and DW is that you can give multiple links on a topic and build a larger piece from that set of relationships, explaining multiple logic points and associations.
I can only do one link in serial on FB. IT's quite limiting.
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From:FWIW, my kids knew all about my fannishness because I felt that I couldn't hide or dilute that part of my life, especially from them, and I was treated to my 12-year-old (at the time) telling one of her friends, "Yeah, my mom writes gay smut."
Ah, children. Bless them.
ETA: Oh yeah. ytisonimul.tumblr.com
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