I take back all the bad thoughts I had.

It's kind of nice this year, for me. I can't obsessively check livejournal because I'm not home much, and the story I wrote is for a fandom that apparently flies under the radar of most participants, so I don't have to see people mentioning it with the snotty "this isn't rare!" commentary I got to read last year.

Come to think of it, I'm surprised I didn't have more reservations about participating this year...

On edit: I think Yuletide is awesome, and my recipient liked her story, so I'm all content and stuff, despite the incredibly self-centered nature of the above post. Huh.

How long does lj keep stuff, if, say, my friend, was an idiot and forgot to put her fic in memories?

Everything you've posted should be there. You just have to figure out roughly when your, um, friend posted it and use the Calendar to check around.

How long does lj keep stuff

Forever, in theory.

Boy, those "friends" ...

t shakes head, sidles over to check the holes in my Memories list

RE Yuletide, I have also decided that astolat and tzikeh are saints. Good God.

Heh. Reading the comments?

To the post about how to handle the no-show problem, yeah. Good Lord. If you don't like how they're running it, make your own, doofus!

We need a name for this school of philosophy. I'd like to call it "The Internet's Not a Democracy, Asswipes," but it seems a little wordy.

Hee. Catchy, though.

I'd like to call it "The Internet's Not a Democracy, Asswipes," but it seems a little wordy.

I like to say that I run a benevolent tyranny. ("Don't taunt the happy fun autocrat!")

I do think that people who join online fandom should be issued little cards that say something like:

"Point the first: you have no First Amendment rights on privately-owned Internet sites, which means that the archivists and moderators can take their toys and go home. Yes, really. No, I'm not kidding. You're free to go put up your own site to express your shock and disbelief, OMG NOES!!!!1!

"Point the second: on the internets, you are entitled to nothing, not life, not liberty, nor the pursuit of happy Snape mpreg. The internets are not designed for your comfort. Woe. Take a moment to mourn, and then get over yourself.

"Point the third: read.the.fucking.FAQ. READ. IT. NOW. If you don't understand, ask questions. Preferably before the.fucking.deadline.

Point the fourth: bitch not incessantly in public, lest ye be prepared to take on coding and organizational duties yourself. Best hope ye know Perl, that ye don't require sleep, and that ye have the patience to deal with stuff what make the baby Jesus weep."

I... need more coffee.