What virtue?
Hey! What a surprise! Hostile 17! Can I get you a drink, Hostile 17?
Xander ,'Dirty Girls'
The Minearverse 3: The Network Is a Harsh Mistress
[NAFDA] "There will be an occasional happy, so that it might be crushed under the boot of the writer." From Zorro to Angel (including Wonderfalls and The Inside), this is where Buffistas come to anoint themselves in the bloodbath.
Polter-Cow - May 23, 2005 9:07:03 am PDT #7230 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Steph L. - May 23, 2005 9:07:27 am PDT #7231 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism
Now, hush!
Cashmere - May 23, 2005 9:07:40 am PDT #7232 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
The first time I went to meet Buffy fans face to face, I flew to London. My family thought I was out of my mind. It all turned out well, though.
Polter-Cow - May 23, 2005 9:07:48 am PDT #7233 of 10001
What else besides ramen can you scoop? YOU CAN SCOOP THIS WORLD FROM DARKNESS!
Now, hush!
Your secret's safe with me.
ChiKat - May 23, 2005 9:08:04 am PDT #7234 of 10001
That man was going to shank me. Over an omelette. Two eggs and a slice of government cheese. Is that what my life is worth?
Meeting someone in the supermarket is still meeting someone, and that's why it's somehow acceptable
And I don't understand how people can say that meeting someone online is any more dangerous than meeting someone in person. You can see if they really are a 30-ish male vs. whatever someone says they are online, but other than that? Odds are just as good that they're an ax murderer. Or trades in white slavery.
§ ita § - May 23, 2005 9:08:21 am PDT #7235 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
I'm surprised at how little my friends and family twitched at the idea of me moving west not yet knowing which intermet person I was going to stay with.
Frankenbuddha - May 23, 2005 9:09:49 am PDT #7236 of 10001
"We are the Goon Squad and we're coming to town...Beep! Beep!" - David Bowie, "Fashion"
[NOTE: if you 'fuffle over this, I KEEL YOU!!!]
'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle 'fuffle
craxy! craxy!
amych - May 23, 2005 9:10:19 am PDT #7237 of 10001
Now let us crush something soft and watch it fountain blood. That is a girlish thing to want to do, yes?
I'm surprised at how little my friends and family twitched at the idea of me moving west not yet knowing which intermet person I was going to stay with.
Would they have reacted differently (do you think) if you had moved in order to live with intermet people, rather than staying with intermet people as part of your move? Am I even making sense?
§ ita § - May 23, 2005 9:12:18 am PDT #7238 of 10001
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Would they have reacted differently (do you think) if you had moved in order to live with intermet people, rather than staying with intermet people as part of your move?
I'm not sure. I ended up on Allyson's floor for three months. Always temporary, but I'm sure if she was going to kill me, she'd not have waited that long.
Nilly - May 23, 2005 9:13:39 am PDT #7239 of 10001
Swouncing
reassure her family that she wasn't headed off to meet with mass murderers, who are the same people who raised a significant amount of money for someone they'd never "met"?
To be honest, there are extremely few people who know that the trip was a present from the strangers-on-the-internet-and-especially-from-that-man-whose-name-is-on-tv. My parents still don't know, for example - I still, to this day, have no idea how to tell them that in a way that will make them understand. So only a handful of very close friends know this (and, well, the whole internet, but let's not get into that).
I think what made the difference for my mom was the way I managed to personify the "strangers on the internet". For example, the invitation to JZ and Hec's wedding, in which there was a most generous promise that if I had come, they would have managed to supply a kosher meal at the wedding and so forth. Proving to my mom that even though those people were stangers to me, in a way, there were ways in which I was not a stranger to them, that they knew things about me and cared. To my dad, the only thing that made a difference was that I came back in one piece.