people, develop hobbies!
My dad just started law school. But not as a hobby: with the intent of practicing some form of public service law when he gets out at 73.
(Of course it's not a hobby. He won't even admit that he retired from his old job -- he "decided not to go to that job any more" so he could do this instead.)
(I'm awfully proud of him, but someone shoot me if I'm this workaholic in 30 years, mmkay?)
Oh good. Tim's assistant John managed to get my Q&A through to Shawn Ryan's assistant. The assistant's response?
"I'll get this to Shawn and MRJ. You can let this lady know I'll forward their replies when they answer"
A) "this lady"???OMGWTFBBQ how does he know I'm old?
B) "I'll forward the replies" usually means, "oh, she's probably batshit crazy and I need to protect my people from her emailing them all day."
And you know, I thought I was past that. Remind me to not do this kind of shit, again. What remains of my fragile ego is kind of bruised. I've been doing this shit for so long. I don't remember how long I've had Joss' personal email addie. I could have been spamming the fuck out of him for years. Not to mention home addresses and phone numbers during a time when fandom was super fandom. I'm ridiculous about respect and privacy. I hate this assumption. I'm a goddamned published author who worked really hard on the administrative end of LAUNCHING SPACE SHIPS TO THE MOON.
Fuck.
Oh, Maria. That's...I don't know how to help, and I wish I was there to help.
I'm so sorry. You'll get through it, Maria. I just wish you didn't have to.
Maria, is there any chance of having people take stuff out, even donating the food at this point?
Maria, I'm so, so sorry. I wish there was more I could do except send love and ~ma.
Oh Maria, I'm sorry. {{hugs}}
Oh god, Maria. Good luck to all of you.