Seems to be 2002 getting her last kicks in. Bitch.

There's nothing to stop Buffistas from doing that, but this little episode should tell you there is nothing currently private about your community. You live in a glass house and anyone can come by and see what you're doing on the toilet and the only thing they need to come inside is a skeleton key.

Which is why we've got the illusion. I dunno, speak for your own private-Buffista self, but I'm OK with any lurkers reading anything I say, as long as they don't connect me to my real name and tell my editor; and I'm OK with any new Buffista joining in the fray as long as they're politecanspellhavesomthingtoaddcakes. Shitty, stupid people may and have show up; and a stompy foot'll get them if they're over the top, and if they're not, maybe strong hints (backchannel or no) or outright explanation of the Buffista ways will make them either get it or leave. Is my feeling. Personally. Am I incredibly naïve about the way of the internet world? Because I just keep thinking of when I was a stupid, baby internet-newbie who spelled intentionally badly and said stupid things. I grew up. Not with the Buffistas, but my immersion at TT among people who *were* clever and talked well was a great former of my internet-psyche.

Shed Your Skin - man, I love that song. So Clexian. And now I'm listening to the Indigo Girls CD you sent me, Mme Lizard. You're an angel.

I'm going to make you another package. Soon.

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embitca, I hope you caught that your Profile here allows you to block your email address from general distribution, and that you can allow or disallow it if you change your mind.

I actually don't mind that my posts were excerpted, I'm just glad that I was alerted to it here. But I first came to the Internet during the days there was just one comics discussion group (rec.arts.comics) and my fanfic writing started in an X-Men APA which may be just barely pre-AOL, so I'm a dinosaur anyway and pretty much operate on the assumption that "it's all connected."

I'm more upset that I upset RL.

You live in a glass house and anyone can come by and see what you're doing on the toilet and the only thing they need to come inside is a skeleton key.

I know. I do know, logically. I'm just really fucking stupid.

eta

Also? I swear too much. Sorry, sorry.

I'm more upset that I upset RL.

I still love you! Do you still like me?

Wanna talk about it more? I think I articulated what I found problematic with it....

embitca, I hope you caught that your Profile here allows you to block your email address from general distribution, and that you can allow or disallow it if you change your mind.

Oh, I don't mind real people knowing my email address. It's just the spambots that irritate me and having to sign up with a verifiable email address often guarantees spam. No worries.

And yes, it's all connected. The Internet has made our world a much smaller place in many ways. Forget about six degrees of separation. We rarely need that many nowadays.

I'm going to make you another package. Soon.

I really, really don't deserve it.

t looks guiltily at unposted things. feels worse.

It's just the spambots that irritate me

Oh, I'm pretty sure they're not allowed to crawl your profile page. I think. And I've noticed no spam to my profile address ever.

I'm just really fucking stupid.

Oh, don't feel that way. If I hadn't found out about it we wouldn't have had this conversation and I know we've interacted a bit on LJ, but not a whole lot. And besides, just ask Fearless Diva, I'm evil. ;)

the idea that someone might be discussing things about me or my group of people, in a public forum, but without my happening to know about it.

Just revisiting this again, because in all the kerfuffle about my LJ post, I think my interest in everyone's comments about the Slash the Slasher challenge got missed out. And the reason I bring this up is because while the comment weren't specifically about me, they were about my idea and yet...I wasn't around to discuss it. Hmmm. I don't have a problem with that really. And it's nice to come across it randomly because it pleases me that this totally mad, outrageous idea I had has gotten people so interested, but still... pot. kettle. black. Things get discussed. It happens. We won't always be there when it happens.