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.

[evilpuppy.livejournal.com]

*Uberubercuddlelovesnuzzlelicklovelove*

Disproportionate rage feels disturbingly good from time to time.

I love you uber tons!!

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BTW...

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

...

That gets me hot.

[thatnanda.livejournal.com]

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

[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).

[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.

[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?

[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!