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Personal and fannishly.

( End of Year Meme )

( Fic Suz Wrote )

( Vids Suz Made )

( Icons Suz Made )

Overall, fannishly I'm happy with my vid production. I just can't seem to write!

Current Mood: busy

1. What trends do you think will make a fierce resurgence next year?

idk why but i have an inkling we'll be seeing sweaters tied around waists being hot and popular again

2. See this movie please. It's soo good and lighthearted.



and Up In The Air was cute too. IDK don't expect much except anna kendrick being fabulous.



happy new year

I would personally like some justification whether this is me being picky or not. 

Someone on twitter has just complained about the amount of reviews they got on some chapter updates they posted yesterday. This person is a well known name in the fandom they write in, some of the things they write may not fic everyone's cup of tea but they always do have a lot of reviews. I've noticed a lot of chapters, for everyone, not just them arn't getting a lot of reviews but surely it's because it's christmas/new year, not a show of how good/bad it was. 

Is it just me or does anyone else think that you shouldn't complain to the people who usually review on your chapters. Surely writing is about expresing your talent and enjoying your writing not about reviews. 

I don't know I just saw it and I couldn't help but think you should be happy with what reviews you get. Anyone agree or am I being silly?

P.S They've also now said they wont be updating as often as they usually did and this is their writing twitter not personal twitter.

Not-so-dear FFnet fanthing,

Who the hell are you and what makes you think it's cordial or appropriate to PM someone you don't know and have never reviewed or contacted for the sole purpose of lecturing them about their opinions?  Opinions which, I'd like to point out, I gave on my own personal FFnet profile and nowhere else.  I mean, it's not like I was discussing things on a forum or inserting random comments into my fics or reviews or even directing people towards my profile to read it or anything.  Chiding me about what I can't say on my own profile is kind of rude doncha think?  Especially since I don't know you.

Besides, you kinda lost me at the whole, "Telling someone that they can't support a pairing is called dictatorship. And your in the U.S.A. There is no such thing as dictatiorship in the U.S.A." thing, since nowhere did I in any way tell anyone they couldn't support a pairing*.  (Also, bzwah?)

You are not the Fandom Thought Police, fanthing.  It is not up to you to harangue people and tell them to be nicer and more permissible and lenient towards things they dislike and that annoy them.  I am just as permitted to express a disparaging opinion about things I disagree with and pet peeves of mine, especially in my own space, as a fan of such things is to extol their like and appreciation for them in theirs.

No love,
Disgruntled non-BNF writer baffled by how anything she says on her profile could possibly affect the fandom at large and thus be construed as dictatorial

*This also makes me wonder if you actually READ my profile or you just picked out a few words here and there and made up the rest in your head, since all I did was talk about why I didn't like certain ships/think they would work and pointed out badfic tendencies that had ruined said pairings for me.

P.S. Please to be taking the effort to make yourself look marginally intelligent next time you PM-Lecture someone by checking over your abysmal spelling errors.

As 2009 is laid to rest and we embark down new paths in 2010, there's nothing better than to list down the things that have made us grateful or happy or have had great impact on our lives. For a year peppered with shocking celebrity deaths, tragedies on a major and minor scale, and scandals that rocked the world (so many that I can't even begin to list them), when I take a retrospective look back at the year through the events of my personal life, I find that 2009 wasn't such a horrible year, after all. (There have been worse, believe me.)

( So here are a few things that made my 2009 ~*~DAZZLING~*~. )

There are so many more things to be grateful for, and some to be sad for, but what's past is past, so let's bid adieu to 2009 and welcome the new year with open arms. It must be said, though, that 2010 sure has its job cut out for it if it wants to outshine 2009. Have a good year, everyone!

So to ~*~RING DING DONG~*~ the new year, what better than to offer up SHINee's "Ring Ding Dong" music video? (Ahahahaha, I am so lame, but whatever.) I could not stop laughing after watching this.





Oh, and let me take this opportunity to congratulate the incomparable El Niño, Liverpool's very own #9, Mr. Funtastique himself, Fernando Torres, for setting a new club record for scoring 50 goals in 72 Premier League games - the quickest in Liverpool's illustrious history, thereby permanently inscribing his name among the annals of Liverpool's legends. With his love for the team and skill on the pitch, he can always be counted on to lift the team's and fans' spirits. His 50th goal (which was against Aston Villa, btw) also helped LFC snatch up some much-needed points, so thanks for ending our year on a high note, Nando. Let's hope the new year brings in better form and better results! YNWA.



And here's the LOL-tastic Nike ad that stars our dear Nando and features the catchy song, "Liverpool's #9".

Tags: new year, vid spamation
Current Mood: awake
Current Music: Na nana na na nana nana Torres, Torres ... :P

*big thumbs up*

( Spoilers? )

( DUR-HUR )

If an author doesn't have a beta and their fic is full of typos, I can forgive that. It can be hard to get a beta, and self-editing isn't as effective as we'd all like it to be.

However, if you thank your beta in the chapter A.N., I expect that this chapter has been proofread and edited accordingly. So if the chapter is full of errors and the beta is complaining in your reviews that you didn't use her edited version, you are doing something very wrong.

It wasn't even like you had a strict updating schedule to keep and the beta hadn't sent the edited version on time.

YMMV and all, but I just don't get it. O_o

http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2009/12/how-i-got-to-boston.html

My son Mike had to be back at work at Google in San Francisco on the 30th. I had planned to get to Boston for Amanda’s New Year’s Eve concert on the 31st, and I had wanted a day in Boston to recover. We were both on 7.00 am flights from the highlands of Scotland – his flight to take him to Gatwick, where he would bus to Heathrow and take a San Francisco plane, mine to take me to Manchester, where I would fly to Amsterdam, and from there to Boston.

So I napped for a couple of hours and we left the house at 3:00 am. I drove for three hours, got us to the airport for 6:00am. Was sort of proud of myself. We checked in. We were on our way through the security line when a voice said “Due to snow, the airport is now closed. Nothing will be landing or taking off until 8:30.”

We ate breakfast. They called me to the ticket desk and changed my flight from Manchester to Gatwick, with the same get-to-Heathrow plan that Mike had, which I didn’t mind. At least we’re together, I thought. Then I noticed they’d made a complete mess of the actual reticketing, went back and pointed it out to the lady who’d done it. “Oh,” she said. “I didn’t notice. Not to worry. I’ll make a phone call and tell them what it ought to be.”

My heart sank a little at this. (If it is not actually written in the system you can find yourself screwed as people squint at their screens at what’s written there, and the statement that “a lady said she’d make a phone call” can be met with indifference.) But Lorraine, my assistant, was still awake, and had just emailed me to see if there was anything she could do. And the tickets had been booked through a travel agent with a 24 hour helpline, so I asked Lorraine if she wouldn’t mind making sure that everything was okay.

Since the last time I was in that airport they’d moved and hidden all the plug sockets, but I found one anyway at an office desk and charged my computer. At 8:30 the Tannoy voice said they’d tell us what was happening at 9:30 and at 9:30 they said they’d tell us at 10:30, and I do not know what they told us at 10:30 because I went to sleep in my chair, and slept until midday, when the Tannoy voice told us that we were boarding. From the Twitter stream, it looked like Lorraine was still awake and locked in a hellish battle with the airlines.

“We will still make it,” I told Mike. “It’ll be a close thing, but we will make it.”

I tromped across the quarter of an inch of snow that had fallen, puzzling over how this could shut down an airport, knowing the kind of snow it takes to shut down Minneapolis-St Paul airport. But then, in MSP they expect snow.

We boarded the plane, found our seats. The pilot announced that the de-icing rigs weren’t working and I went back to sleep. My hopes had shrunk from getting to Boston today to just getting out of the airport. I woke up. We were still there.

I walked back into the plane, told Mike that we wouldn’t be getting out of the UK today. “Yeah,” he said. “But we’re together”. And I thought, He’s right. This would be awful on our own. Together it was just some kind of interesting adventure.

We took off at 2:15pm. We landed in Gatwick at 3.45pm

Lorraine called just after we landed, before we were even off the plane. “You’re on the 7:15pm flight from Heathrow,” she said, and did a rapid briefing on what it had taken to get my ticket and its value back from FlyBe and over to British Airways. She’d been up all night and worked miracles. She was ready for bed.

While we waited for our luggage, Mike talked on the phone to United, and got off very glum. “They’ll rebook me, but they’re charging $1900 to do it,” he said. He’d also used his airmiles to do it in business class, and was losing that.

Luggage arrived. Lorraine called to make sure our luggage had arrived. She sounded beyond exhausted. “Can you check Mike’s ticket?” I asked. “They want another $1900 to get him home.” She took the booking number, called back twenty minutes later having got the change fee down to $300 and having got him back into business class. An amazing lady, my assistant.

We took a taxi in the rain from Gatwick to Heathrow, I checked in without problems, hugged Mike a lot. The plane was late taking off due to the new pat-down and bag-examine rules. I was patted down (the pat-down wouldn’t have found any explosives I’d hidden in my inner thigh, where the idiot on the Amsterdam-Detroit flight hid his, because the man was too polite to check there) and my backpack was opened and looked into (it has many compartments that weren’t opened or checked, and the man would have missed a syringe if I had had one, like the aforementioned idiot had). I wondered for whose benefit the pat-down and baggage rummage was, and decided it was to make everyone feel safer without actually being inconvenienced in the way you’d have to be if you wanted to make sure no-one actually brought something dangerous onto the plane.

I landed in Boston 28 hours after I left the house. Took a taxi to Amanda's apartment. I'd taken a hotel room nearby, as I knew she was going to be practising Tchaikovsky for the New Year's Eve gig until late, but was I asleep in her bed in minutes and the 1812 Overture with real cannon fire would not have woken me.

…

Yesterday was spent in the hotel, writing introductions and things. I went out for lunch with Chris Golden and Steve Bissette. Went back to the hotel. Wrote. Went with Amanda to watch her getting her hair done. Back to hotel.

What I am going to do today: write, (blog in bed which I am doing now), wear a tuxedo, do a brief reading at Amanda's show tonight, play an instrument. I am not looking forward to the latter bit.

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Lots of interesting stuff creeping out at the end of the year. I'm probably proudest of this:

The theme of National Library Week is "Communities thrive at your library". Lots of details and a poster at http://www.ala.org/nlw.