
I am somewhat overwhelmed by the great number of tigs I got for my slashy-moments post. Had I only known...! 'tis one of the pitfalls of LJ, it seems: for months, if not years, I languish in the niche of 2-comments-here, 20-comments-there and glare with envy and respect at those of us who regularly garner the kinds of tiggishness that requires LJ to go into that thread mode and to add extra pages to one's comments page.
But, argh, as the proverb goes: know what you wish for. All those comments on my slashy-moments post just served to traumatise me so that I had to run away and hide from LJ for over a week. And most of the tigs are from people I've never heard of! I am frightened! Who are these people? Where are my LJ Friends? Why do I post everything I post unlocked? Why do people link me to metafandom???!! I don't like metafandom!
Okay, there was one person who was really intriguing and whom I'm glad to have met via this tig list. But as for the rest, I am still ploughing through replies, I've not even togged half the tigs, I fear, and the later the hour, the more tetchy my replies, and why are people so serious? (Ack, and now I'm echoing a character from a movie! Namely Kitten. From Breakfast in Pluto. About which I've also slightly changed my mind, what with thinking about it.)
The tiggery wasn't all feedback tiggery, either. I can handle feedback plenitude! But here are people disagreeing with me! And pointing out the flaws in my argument! And talking about their 'identities' and 'common understandings' and 'the usual definition', help, *hides*. I tried to disable future comments but that would disable all past comments, as well. Does anyone know how to do that, stop a thread? It's kind of an interesting discussion but I find myself absurdly upset by the tone of it.
Ah well. I'll hide for another week and then I'll come back, all mellowed, and all those people will be forgotten and it'll be back to me, my little circle and my friendly and familiar half-a-dozen-comments-per-post world.
Oh, and there are other news, too.
- I went to Ikea! For the first time in six years. I went with t'little son for a birthday treat and he was allowed to choose himself a desk, a swivel chair and a desk lamp. He was such a lovely companion! We had such great fun!
- The stupid ibook still hasn't arrived. My euphoria of ten days ago has abated. What is 'Mick' on about, what with his charming patter about wired routers and three days delivery max?? Men, eh. (But then I am not allowed to pronounce about men, it seems! But then, I am contrary, I am very contrary, and the more people wafting in from metafandom tell me not to think or say or talk about something, the more I will! *stomps foot*)
- *is nine*
- I have filled one entire notebook full of Harry Potter goodness! It is flowing wonderfully! I think switching to handwritten mode was an inspiration. I can scribble away anywhere, it is so liberating! While I was waiting for Breakfast on Pluto to start, I hunkered down in my cinema seat and scribbled on the backs of some of those promotional postcards you get for free in public venues. And last night I scribbled on the back of a receipt, while queuing up for a restaurant seat! Today, I actually made myself weep when writing about Harry Potter on a beach in New South Wales (this was while sitting on the toilet). Yes, absurd, I know.
- I bought t'boy a bowtie, a dress shirt and a waistcoat at Harrod's, on sale, and he looks so cute!! He did ask for a yellow shirt with ruffles down the front but they seem to have gone out of fashion with Saturday Night Fever. I will be undaunted, though, and try the internet!
- How do other people cope with comments that disagree with you? I have to say: I don't like it! I just want everybody to be nice to me! And if I say something that is not to their liking, I want them never to tell me! Or to slink away and quietly defriend. Or to go 'there, there' and pat me on Ned Kelly's tin hat. Or to engage in persuasive arguments and trick me out of my entrenched position using wiles and lots of bunches of alstroemerias.
Um. See you all in a week.
*stares in fear at comment settings which are left in default mode and hence, enabled*