I now know that if a post about TV Tropes scrolls across my Tumblr dashboard, I get angry, add the sordid history, and reblog it. Since I did that last night, there have been a lot of reblogs with tags such as "deep fandom lore" and "he did what?!".

I saw your post last night, and I managed to just click like instead of reblogging it accompanied by creative swearing and venomous hissing. I feel like that's growth.

He had some kind of problem with his site, recently, but hey, I'm no snitch.(if it was anyone here, really don't say anything. Not that I think it is. ) I can't believe he took my "Forget it, Jake, it's Internet Chinatown," attitude to mean we should be social-networking friends and we can laugh about it later. No. Game may *respect* game; that doesn't imply that I've gotta hang out with it.

Atropa, you should be able to just create a Fanlore account and add it.

::checks in with self::

Yep, still a lot of rage there. Let's just leave that simmering on the back burner, shall we?

the only message that hit the same button as that friend request was when ex-stepfather sent me a "Happy Valentine's Day!" message after he moved out and left us all scrambling.(in different ways, of course, but...) Any time you read anything and think "Are you fucking crazy?" "Yeah,' is probably a decent answer, whether it passes actual clinical muster or not.

Yep, still a lot of rage there. Let's just leave that simmering on the back burner, shall we?

Flames on the side of my face FOREVER.

My poor niece, who's only in her 40s, just found out she's going to lose most of her teeth and need dentures or implants.

Gum disease exacerbated by diabetes.

She's very distraught and heartbroken.

Timelies all!

Ugh. I woke a bunch of times for no reason.(Not for long-mostly just waking up, looking at the clock, and going back to sleep.)

Malice Domestic is this weekend, and I'm commuting it.(It's basically 2 stops on the Metro) It does mean getting up early Saturday and Sunday, as the panels start at 9 am. Still, books....

Bingo is the dog. . he mostly stays right by M's mom. We don't have a leash so I can't try to take him for a walk yet. The yard is big enough for him to run around to do his business.

He basically cowers or growls when I'm around.

When he was originally brought here I played with him and he was fine and seemed to like me. Since then he doesn't like me.

Bingo is the dog.

I'm pretty sure you meant to say "Bingo is his name-O."

Matilda is running a fever, so she has spent the day in bed directly in opposition to my hopes and plans for her.