Oh for the sweet love of...

[wordinista]

*grits teeth*

*takes deep breath*

*holds it*

*counts to ten*


I have always considered myself lucky. I don't GET psychotic reviewers. It's just the cards I've been dealt. I don't get the stalkers, I don't get the plagiarists, I don't get the nutsycuckoos -- period. I occasionally get the overzealous fangirl squealing at me in, well, fangirl Japanese, and occasionally -- very occasionally -- I get flamed.

Remember that impatient reviewer? The one who assumed that Ch 51 is the final OGAM chapter?

She reviewed again. Fnar.

Anyone who's been reading this thing knows how head-whirlingly busy I've been, particularly over the last few days. It's not going to end anytime soon. That's just the sad fact of the matter. I wish it would end. God help me, I'd LOVE to be in the position where I could do nothing but sit on my butt all day long and WRITE.

"If you don't write new chapters I am not ever going to read your fanfic again! I'm sick and my head hurts and all I want to do is read the next chapter of which I really really really want to read. It's like waiting for a new anime to come out but every time you check it is NEVER THERE! PLEASE PLEASE WRITE THE NEXT CHAPTER!!!!"

I am thisclose to writing this girl a less than friendly email. A rant, actually. Using the big words that I learned in graduate school, presently stowed in my vocabulary. They don't get much use, unfortunately.

I'm tired. I'm cranky. I FINALLY got the blasted stupid bloody Brit Lit final written and uploaded, only to discover that I'd left FIVE QUESTIONS off of the Comp II final. *headdesk* I also found out today that my email for the online class got screwed up, because the SUPERBIM who set up my Blackboard account ENTERED THE WRONG EMAIL ADDRESS when she made my profile. IN JULY. So I now have the reason why I haven't been getting emails from my Brit Lit students this semester! FNARR!

Tomorrow I have to fix the Comp II final, and start getting things ready to tabulate final grades. This involves math. Math makes me cranky. I have to grade the final batch of Comp II essays, a batch of Brit Lit essays--

And don't get me started on Christmas. Just don't. Shopping? What shopping? Gifts? What gifts? There's an office Christmas party this Friday. Have I taken my dress to the dry cleaners? Of course not. Why? Because I have other things on my mind.

So I took a second to check my hotmail account, and lo and behold -- a review! Yay! A thin ray of sunshine into my increasingly grr-worthy day, and what does it turn out to be? This... PERSON? And... is that supposed to be a THREAT? WTF? Go ahead! Be my guest! DON'T READ THE DAMNED THING!! ASK ME IF I CARE!! I HAVE MORE IMPORTANT THINGS TO DO RIGHT NOW!!

This girl is about to get a healthy dose of disproportionate rage, I have a feeling.

Comments

[somnambulicious.livejournal.com]

Yes! YES! Embrace the darkness! Write her a scathing e-mail, and then share it with the rest of us! And if you're feeling particularly evil, you can include a little glossary at the end of the e-mail. Yesh, yesh, insult her intelligence. Kukukukuku.

I have a feeling I'm getting an unhealthy amount of entertainment at other people's expense lately. Maybe I should stop doing that.

Somehow, the ones that demand UPDATES N00000W!!!1!!!ones!! are always the high school kids who say that they "didn't study fur my finalz last nite becuz i was reding yur fic." Psh. Just because they feel comfortable putting off their real-world responsibilities in favor of fanfic doesn't mean that the rest of us do.

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

Yes! YES! Embrace the darkness! Write her a scathing e-mail, and then share it with the rest of us! And if you're feeling particularly evil, you can include a little glossary at the end of the e-mail.

...Why do I think that would get you hot?

*smirk*

Well, I've slept on it, and I'm not sure how scathing I'm feeling at present. I'm trying to finish writing up the bits for the ego-stroking friends meme, and I can't be scathing while I'm trying to think happy thoughts.

[somnambulicious.livejournal.com]

...Why do I think that would get you hot?

Come on! Show us yer vocabulary! Wooooo! *wolf whistles*

...

But yeah, you really do have to do that kind of thing while you're still in that initial, righteously indignant rush from getting the review. Otherwise, it doesn't turn out to be nearly as entertaining. ;)

[evilpuppy.livejournal.com]

*Uberubercuddlelovesnuzzlelicklovelove*

Disproportionate rage feels disturbingly good from time to time.

I love you uber tons!!

...

BTW...

Using the big words that I learned in graduate school, presently stowed in my vocabulary.

...

That gets me hot.

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

So if I were to tell you that I consider myself to be intrinsically loquacious with a predilection for facetious observations, offered only when I was wholly confident of their ultimate outcome?

[evilpuppy.livejournal.com]

*melts into a little puddle of sighing twitching goo*

[thatnanda.livejournal.com]

*puts cold compress on Niamh's forehead* There, there... Rest, child, Mama will tell teh st00pid to go far, far away...

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

*clings to Nanda, whimpering*

They're everywhere! Under my bed! In my closet! EVERYWHERE!

*sob*

Make it go away, Nanda-chan!

[thatnanda.livejournal.com]

Ok, I'll try...

*flaming spear of death!*

[smtfhw.livejournal.com]

Clearly she has nothing better to do. I think you're right - send her a mail and tell her what you think. After all, you do not exist solely for her amusement; just because she hasn't got a life doesn't mean you haven't (in fact it seems to me you have at least two).

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

...in fact it seems to me you have at least two...

Heh -- you know, it's really beginning to feel that way. I'm going to bed earlier and getting up earlier so I can have an hour or so in the morning to have my tea and get my head together before I plunge myself into doing Things That Must Be Done.

I may write her, actually. Though it may not be as scathing as I would have written last night. My bursts of anger usually fade pretty quickly.

Besides, it simply doesn't do to try and grade essays whilst grinding my teeth over the idiocy inherent in fandom.

I have decided one thing, though -- when the semester is over, there is a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon waiting for me. It's in the kitchen, and it's got my name on it.

...There may be chocolate, too.

[sarolynne.livejournal.com]

Gah. Yes. Please. Threaten not to read a fic. You do that. Show that mean author who's got the power here.

Let's just see.

...

Someone needs to explain to this person just how much a difference that's gonna make.

You should call Puppy. And tell her to make a minion explode for you.

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

You should call Puppy. And tell her to make a minion explode for you.

You know, I haven't heard Chibi-Chuu explode in AGES. In fact, one of the last times I called her, it was specifically to hear the explosion, and the consequential "Halleluiah Chorus."

*looks at clock*

Of course, right now it's 5:30 am in California. Perhaps I'll wait a bit.

[ex-recurrenc66.livejournal.com]

What the? Oh NO she di'int! What an inconsiderate little brat! Does she really think that your lack of an update is a sadistic plan meant to inconvenience her? She expects that your entire life revolves around this fanfiction the way hers apparently does? That she's doing you a bloody FAVOR for reading your story? I suppose she thinks the sun comes up every morning just to shine on her too.

Listen girlfriend, if you don't write her an email and put her in her place, I will. That kind of rudeness just won't stand.

*Hugs* Hang in there, okay?

[w0rdinista.livejournal.com]

LOL! *hugs*

"Oh NO she di'int!"

How is it you have a way of making me come thisclose to snorting tea through my nose? I don't know what you sound like, but I still "heard" you say that -- if that makes any sense at all.

I was super cranky last night, but I'm a better this morning. And there was tea, and tea always makes things better. I'm going to write out my to-do list (because I'm always super productive when I do that), and I'm going to write this girl a polite, yet firm email, asking her to please stop begging for chapters, because it's not going to get them written any quicker.

But, like I said in the post, I'm really lucky. I don't get this kind of person often. In fact, I'd be amused by it all if I wasn't feeling so strapped for time. It's the RL aspect of things that made me zing from "Mellow" to "OMGWTF" in oh-point-six seconds.

[tatertott.livejournal.com]

blargh, don't let one little cranky reviewer push you over the edge *patpat* My work's Christmas office party is tomorrow; am I going? No. It's a friggin thursday and it's in Baltimore, I won't get home till well after 10pm, and we all know that after 9pm I turn into a pumpkin u_u
but if you really need to let loose, let her have it -- politely* explain to her that OGAM is a time-consuming process that takes weeks, months-even, to master and plot out all the fine details and no, you will not hurry your butt up just for her one request at another chapter u__u

*note: "politely" in this case is loosely defined. let the shit fly!