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In lieu of having anything cogent to say about the current state of the LJ Advisory Board race (and if that's the state of the race or the hour that has me still working out my thoughts, I'm not sure), I offer you this Torchwood rec instead.

It was written pre-Fragments, so it's an alternative Ianto/Jack backstory, but the characterization of Jack is spectacular: smutty, but a gentleman to the core.

http://community.livejournal.com/lucyjanesparlor/8166.html

"Captain Jack Harkness," he said. "And I'd be honored if you'd look after me tonight."

Have fun. I'm for sleep. It's been a day and a half.

LJ Advisory Board: the current state of the race

When I worked for Mindvox a lot of unbelieveably fucked up stuff went down, a lot of it not dissimilar in tone and intent to a lot of the drama going on with the LJ ADvisory Board elections. And hell, we never even had elections for anything. Thank god.

At this point I can confirm that I received the email that we were asked not to share (but has subsequently been leaked and referenced by other parties starting with cambler's withdrawal from the election) from LJ stating that a "credible threat" had been made against a candidate. I do not know which candidate, nor do I know who made the threat -- there is no reason to believe at this time that it was another candidate. I want to emphasize that. Other than, I presume, the persons directly involved in the situation, that is all the data we have.

Now, there are a lot of reasons to be disturbed by this election process from people's inability to understand ranked voting, accusations of vote stuffing, specious cries of censorship, unanswered questions about conflicts of interest and the inevitable Godwin-factor in anything that even resembles an Internet debate. But all of that is about par for the course.

What actually disturbs (as opposed to annoys, exasperates, concerns or saddens) me about this election isn't the threats of violence, but the simple fact that I am not surprised by them.

Very early on in the process when I was one of the more interesting targets in this thing, I subjected Patty to a pretty long rant about the way I can sometimes bring all the bullies to the yard, about how I have always felt like a rat in the wrong nest, and about how, as utterly batshit as I knew I sounded, I was sure there were people in this thing that would be really happy if physical harm came to me.

Obviously, we both got upset and worked up about the whole thing, but that also enabled me to step back and stop looking at what was designed merely to shake me up or get me to pull out. My life with her is a lot more important than this shit. So are my friends, my fencing, my writing, my acting, my work, my pets, etc.

So it wasn't, apparently, me who got the threat. Thank all the little gods that be. Not just because I'm not dealing with that nightmare, but because it's taught me both that my instincts aren't wrong, and that both I and my situation are really different than they once were.

I needed a dose of perspective, and along the way in this I've gotten at least two. Unfortunately, it seems like a whole lot of other people involved in this thing are still in need of the same.

I hope whoever was targetted doesn't drop out of the race because of this. Because that is always what bullies want. I realized pretty early on in this I probably couldn't win, but I thought maybe I could draw enough fire to keep some of the heat off of a candidate who had a platform I had some feeling for. Alas, this hasn't really been the case.

I'll be curious to see how this all shakes out in the end, as I think the only thing it's really safe to say is it sure ain't over yet.

odd fannish sundries

I, in general, and I when I've got any muses going on at all should never be allowed in the stationary store. Ever.

Although I suppose my incredulity at the lack of airmail paper (and the sales clerk having never even heard of such a thing) was probably at least funny.

New stationary. Pale grey/blue and cream and chocolate brown.

Spindly girl handwriting aside, I am such a boy.

Save me.

(seriously -- Ianto Jones -- coffee. ties. stationary. although the airmail paper (bleh, everything is so made of fail) was totally a Jack thing (but you knew that, of course.))

Also, it's all entirely airspaniel's fault for introducing me to John Barrowman singing Tell My Father that I want to take voice lessons again. Alas, I've learnt once and for all I don't really have the nerve to sing in public, so you all are spared, but it is a pity.

Also, must finish my cracktastic Torchwood FST and then write the most depressing fic about Jack ever (yes, somehow I've found a way to top the Face of Boe thing, although it's on the same theme).