I think that link was for the BMI, which is pretty wack.

I woke up and felt icky, which then upgraded to OMG I Want To Die, and now after coffee is back to just icky. Anytime someone has looked at me too long this morning, I've wanted to snap, "WHAT?"

I think that link was for the BMI, which is pretty wack, I think.

As do I.

Possibly it's just me, but someone just sent me a request by including an e-mail I wrote from last summer, only altering the text for their own ends without bothering to mention that they'd done so.

Sure, it's a small thing, but I'm kind of hugely pissed. Problem is, I don't know how to reply with "please don't alter the text of my e-mails" without sounding like a bitch.

Wait. They basically tried to make it seem like you had sent them an email you hadn't? That's bullshit.

someone just sent me a request by including an e-mail I wrote from last summer, only altering the text for their own ends without bothering to mention that they'd done so.

Wow, it's like fandom, in a way. Is anyone asking you for money to buy an iPod and some glitter pens?

They basically tried to make it seem like you had sent them an email you hadn't?

Kind of, yeah. It's a new request, and there's absolutely no reason why they needed to include an old e-mail of mine, especially as they've made it look like I didn't fulfill the original request. Now I'm getting all paranoid about what else people might be doing to my e-mails.

Wow, it's like fandom, in a way.

Unauthorized remix!

Sure, it's a small thing, but I'm kind of hugely pissed. Problem is, I don't know how to reply with "please don't alter the text of my e-mails" without sounding like a bitch.

I think bitchiness is entirely authorized. You could simply reply by saying "I don't remember writing that, in fact my sent email is different. What happened?"

I am taking a break from work and getting things to decorate mac's door for Feb., so in honor of African American History Month:

I, Too, Sing America by Langston Hughes

I, too, sing America.

I am the darker brother. They send me to eat in the kitchen When company comes, But I laugh, And eat well, And grow strong.

Tomorrow, I'll be at the table When company comes. Nobody'll dare Say to me, "Eat in the kitchen," Then.

Besides, They'll see how beautiful I am And be ashamed--

I, too, am America.

I think bitchiness is entirely authorized. You could simply reply by saying "I don't remember writing that, in fact my sent email is different. What happened?"

Or you could say, "I noticed a discrepancy in your copy of my email - here is my actual email for you to refer to" or somesuch.

Right now I am going to sit on the request and twiddle my thumbs in a passive-aggressive manner.