And now it’s time for an episode of Retroactive Derping with El!
Many moons ago, when I was a younger and even more incompetent creature, I worked up the courage to write some (frankly quite terrible) slashfic. Filled with an irrational paranoia that somebody would, at some point, go snooping through my Word documents and discover something ~scandalous~, I decided that I needed to take some precautions.
So I converted the whole document to Wingdings before I saved it. Because a change in font isn’t suspicious at all? I don’t even know, man. It made sense at the time.
Anyway, I was sorting through the backwater regions of my filing system in search of an old research paper tonight when I stumbled across the aforementioned document. I’d completely forgotten it existed, and so of course I had to open it again and investigate. For science.
Turns out those precautions I’d taken worked a little too well, because NOW THE GODDAMN DOCUMENT WON’T COME OUT OF WINGDINGS.
…It’s probably for the best.
So I converted the whole document to Wingdings before I saved it. Because a change in font isn’t suspicious at all? I don’t even know, man. It made sense at the time.
Anyway, I was sorting through the backwater regions of my filing system in search of an old research paper tonight when I stumbled across the aforementioned document. I’d completely forgotten it existed, and so of course I had to open it again and investigate. For science.
Turns out those precautions I’d taken worked a little too well, because NOW THE GODDAMN DOCUMENT WON’T COME OUT OF WINGDINGS.
…It’s probably for the best.