EDITeditEDITedit 1/18/09: Have you HEARD of this shit?

[link]

Seriously, I just read about this today, and I think that's probably the saddest thing I've ever heard. People who think they're rabbits and fairies and unicorn pegasus whatevers are fucked up enough as it (mostly just because they don't seem to realize how ridiculous they sound when they say, "Yeah guys, in my past life I was a dragon, totally. Yeah, I mean, I just know. I just, I feel the dragon in me, this human body is merely a temporary obstacle to my awesome power. You may be able to shove me in a locker and give me swirlies now, but one day I'm going to breathe fire in your face.") but COME ON.

Though urbandictionary definitions seem to limit the phenomenon to video games and anime, I've read elsewhere it can apply to novels and movies and whatever, which makes sense (well, I don't want to say makes sense, because clearly none of this does, but it makes sense in this brand of deranged logic). Up until this point I'd always thought, if by some miracle of nature I ever got anything published and it was sufficiently attractive to teenagers that people would write fanfiction of it, I'd think that was just peachy and hilarious, but now I'm just creeped out. What if I manage to attract this? Somehow I imagine everyone I write is way too normal (aka, not an elven princess/vampire/"lycan") for this to ever happen, but still. That possibility is there, and it's scary.

STILL, not as creepy as furries, mind you, but I can't help feeling pretty icky.

I just had to share this because... Well, it's like when you find a jug of milk in the back of the fridge that's been sitting there for months and you could split the jug open and the milk would keep its shape, and you think there might be a colony of tiny little men living in the mold that eerily resembles an enchanted forest... You know you can't just throw it away and save your friends and family from the same trauma that you've just gone through. You HAVE to show them. Yeah, that's what I'm doing. I'm showing you my gross milk.

ANYWAY I leave tomorrow, so no worries about more hyperactive submissions (probably), but I will try to comb through more of my inbox tonight while I pack and drink to try and forget what I've just read.

ENDEDITENDTRANSMISSION

Just a warning for y'all... Today and maybe the next couple of days I'm probably going to be flooding your inbox, mostly clearing out a lot of stuff before I go back to school (the 19th).

Most of this probably will not be that interesting to you (sketch collages--I love them, I don't really know how you feel about them). Among these things will be a sketch history of my fanart, which uh... I really have no excuse for, except that it fascinates me, but it's massive, it spans 2006-2009, and I'm cutting it up into three pieces because it's so big, so that's a flood right there.

And then I'm trying to decide what to do with a lot of fiction I've let pile up over the years... I know that's really not why most people watch me (actually, I'm at a loss to understand why anyone watches me most of the time), so I'm trying to decide whether I want to A) let it continue to languish on my harddrive, B) open a livejournal for it, C) stick it here in scraps, or D) stick it here in my regular gallery and fuck everyone else.

ANYWAY just posting this to... let you know? Well, also, I haven't abused this space in MONTHS and I know you're longing to hear from me again.

OK KOOL.

And uh... I'll try to work on my own inbox some more I suck at this ughgldkfjau.

EDIT 1/12/09: I got some good news today: I don't have cancer (probably). I went in for an ultrasound because I'd been in some pain (and I'm a hypochondriac, most of the time I think I have tuberculosis) and my doctor examined the area and thought it was worrisome, but the radiologist didn't find anything that concerned her(though I'm half-convinced they're all a bunch of quacks over there anyway). Though, my mom went with me and was peering over my shoulder when I was doing the paperwork, meaning she has discovered that I'm on birth control. She didn't say anything then, because how dick would that be to accuse your daughter of being a whore when she could have cancer, but now that we know I'm okay I'm just waiting for the hammer to come down. Oh well, I'll take confirming my mother's fears that I'm a slut over having cancer. 8)