"Into my arms, oh Lord."

[greygirlbeast]

In the chaos, the Sturm und Drang, the anger and depression and resignation, the scramble and desperation, the sheer wall of stupefying bullshit that has ensued since Sunday night, I've found myself with little energy left over for the blog. And it's a shame, as April 14th does, truly, mark it's conclusion as a day-to-day journal. Hence, no entry

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[sovay]

We were met there by sovay, whom I'd somehow managed not to see, face to face, since Readercon 23 in July 2012.

It was absolutely wonderful to see you. I'm looking forward to the photographs. And seeing you sometime when there isn't this deadline on.

It's also pretty neat meeting the you of 1982, 1983, and 1989.

[martianmooncrab]

Despicable Me 2, and it was thoroughly disappointing.

I found that the Evil Purple Minions were fun. But then, evil, purple and minions are among my favorite words too..

[whiskeychick]

Your view on the past gave me delight to read. I have a couple of transgender friends that I knew/know before, during, and after their transition. It always troubled me that they wanted to erase their past -- on the advice of so many, too. I loved you then; I love you now. It doesn't change. Everyone evolves as they grow. Obviously a transgender individual has a more dramatic evolution (although that word seems inadequate...I'm probably stepping all over people's sensitivities here and I don't mean to, honestly). I almost want to say trans-volution. Is that a word? Maybe it should be. Regardless, I do believe that what happened then is what makes us the cool and interesting people we are today. Do I think my transgender friends are happier now? Fuck, yeah. But, I still love to see the photos of us when we were stupid neophytes in the world trying to figure it all out. It gave me a bit of sadness that they didn't share those happy thoughts viewing the same photo

"keep out the trolls"

[ext_1534127]

While I have no way of knowing just how you decided to accept my friend request, I found myself, uncharacteristically, excited and happy that you had done so. It has been a positive experience for me so far. I have often wondered, given that the internet is sketchy as fuck, and so is fandom for that matter, how to interact with a 'virtual' friend in a manner that is meaningful, or, in other words, how to avoid being a troll. So, I experienced a momentary relief when I realized I'd made it under your troll radar. It was fleeting as I have noted some troll-like behavior among your other 'friends'. Your IQ is likely higher than mine (no one has been able to measure it by the conventional methodology and I have no idea what that says about my brain), but... I am thinking the troll filter may be faulty. That said, I am very pleased to see the photos and the positive response. I am virtually tipping my hat to you right now.

[corucia]

Catherine and I saw The Grand Budapest Hotel a week or so ago as the centerpiece of our micro-Spring Break. It's exactly the motion picture one might expect to result when someone films a woman's remembrances of the highlights of a favorite author's book, which recounts his recollections of a story, told to him over an evening's dinner conversation, that relates events which occurred in the old narrator's prime of life. All the rough edges smoothed off of the narration, all of the highlights punched up, and the need for relevance and accurate recountings thrown out the window in deference to the desire to tell a good story. Seamless, and of a whole. Wonderful.