anonymous blogging, trolls, misogyny and ethics

http://ethicist.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/08/24/is-it-ok-to-blog-about-this-woman-anonymously/

Chat amongst yourselves. I'm off to save the world (er, so not really, but let's pretend, okay?)

sundries

I am a professional writer. I also write fanfiction. I will never stop writing fanfiction. Should I ever find myself in a position where I have to actually mask my identity to write fanfiction, I will do so, rather than give it up and also continue to advocate under my real name for the value of transformative works. For me, it's like being in yet another reinterpretation of Shakespeare. I think it is glorious and unworthy of shame. Just because something isn't necessarily monetarily profitable doesn't mean it is not of value to everything from heart to career, and (indirectly, in this case) wallet.

The Dragon*Con pocket program is out. I will be posting a detailed list of the when, where and what of my panels soon. This is worth looking at if you care about my stuff, because two of the things I'm involved with have so many guests participants, none of us were listed with it, so the pocket program won't help you there!

If you have seen the Dragon*Con pocket program you know that the Torchwood stuff is EARLY in the morning, sometimes as early as 10a, (which means lining up at 9am). I think invisible_lift and I will be needing to host the Torchwood Hangover Breakfast Society for the duration of the con.

Thanks to the advent of Twitter and me bringing lots of equipment for various forms of documentation to D*C, I'm not sure if Kali and I's "GDL in 160 characters or less" thing still makes sense, despite the fact that it was unspeakably hilarious last year. What say you?

In the ongoing effort to make Dragon*Con a civilized experience for Patty and I, I need to research the aquarium and also the local Legal Seafoods, which has a gluten-free menu and the greatest scallops I've ever eaten. EVER.

Summer is ending. And it's so hot and miserable, I am, of course, grateful. But I'm also sad. The gardening will be done soon, and Patty will be in school and more stressed out. Of course, it will also become fall, which is my power season, and we'll be home more, and I'll be able to wear my suits and have a lower dry-cleaning bill. I suppose it is in part because this is the first summer Patty and I have really gotten to spend together that I am so melancholy. Perhaps it is also that fall is the season of things passing out of the world, and there's been too much of that lately.

Speaking of our gardening the current state of affairs is: 2 tomatoes growing on one of the red zebras (there was a third lost in a storm), flowers on the other red zebras, so hopefully tomatoes soon. The hot pepper never bloomed again, but is growing well. The klari baby cheese pepper has lots of flowers and tiny peppers, but only two that I'm sure are going to make it to full adult pepperdom. That's okay, that's better than we were doing before the squirrel ate the last one. There's also 1 tomato coming in on the green zebra, and a tomato on a fourth, unknown tomato plant, but that one keeps growing lots of little tomatoes and then losing them in the wind. Herbs are doing super well and should probably be replanted before Atlanta.

Tomorrow, I think Patty and I are going to a 1920s thing at the Museum of the City of New York. I have nothing to wear but a suit, which is a Bad Plan outside at 6pm in this weather.

This weekend we are going to the beach. It seems it will be cold and stormy, but perhaps the forecast will be wrong. Although, two days in bed away from here isn't anything to complain about either.

We've put a calendar white-board up in our kitchen and we filled out lots of stuff on it last night. I just remembered 100 other things I need to put on it tonight though.

I am hoping to go look at Macs on Thursday, although I suppose I should wait to buy until that new software release hits on Friday.

Last night we watched some of the movie Kiss Kiss Bang Bang. I was riveted, but had to go to bed.

In the realm of possibly strange-to-you personal endeavors, I am attempting to use the word "real" less, as it is frequently used to imply that something is unreal when that's entirely not the case. Just because something is online doesn't mean it's not real. Just because something is fictional doesn't mean it's not real. It's an imprecise word in my usages of it, so I'm working on it.

I am working on a fic that is Breaking My Heart, and I blame you, oh friends list.