Don't leave a voicemail, seriously.

Some days, metafandom is just not something people should look at.

PSA: If you post in my comments, you're posting publicly on the internet as I rarely lock anything. You no longer have any "rights" over anything in my comments. If I want to move them with my journal? I will. If I want to make a needlepoint sampler of some piece of comic genius you dropped? I probably won't since I can't needlepoint, but I might pay someone else to do it. You're deluded if you think people don't c&p things in emails or AIM windows. I do it. You probably do it. Step back and stop worrying so much about your internet "rights." You have none.

It's like this: if I write some 76 part story about, say, Jake Gyllenhaal buying a dirt farm and joining the back to land movement, and then you c&p parts of that and search and replace the names and make the story about Adam Levine, that is technically plagiarism. However, the only "rights" I have to say jackshit about that are ethical, not legal. I was, after all misrepresenting the image of a real person. However, in fandom we have a long tradition of shunning people who do things like c&p and s&r because we believe in respecting ideas and personal expression. I understand that projects like OTW and the concepts behind them have convinced people that this mystical "copyright" issue extends to every single word they type, but no. That's just you thinking you should be able to control every word you type. You don't. You never have. Should people err on the side of not ripping other people off? Well, yes, and you should also not steal gas out of other people's cars. Do you "own" words written in public spaces or in other people's spaces? I think my opinion on that is clear. Ethically, it is best to consult others before using anything they have created--art, vids, fiction, lj posts. That's the good and right way to behave. God did not issue a legal precedent on that. Some people think he said not to steal, though, so you know.

Look, I'm not an enthusiastic supporter of DW, but if you hate it so much/it sucks all the joy out of your life, why are you over there looking at imported comments? Isn't there porn or something you could occupy yourself with? (This is a variation on the age-old fandom argument fallacy: why don't you do something important, like cure cancer instead of complaining on the internet?)

I think my actual frustration is less that people are complaining (hello, I am not new), but that people conflate LEGAL arguments with ethical ones. These things are NOT the same. Would it be nice to ask every commenter on your journal if they're cool with moving their comments? I suppose, but practically speaking, um? Is there a masterlist? I moved your comments. Don't comment here anymore if that bothers you because you're not going to sway my opinion on this.

(Please don't link this on metafandom, I don't need complete strangers up in this bitch.) Ok my commenters have things to say. But if I do get linked on metafandom, I just warn commenters who don't know me that I can be a jerk.

Is anyone else writing Gambit fic yet? Please?

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You may only know me in my capacity as an Angry Person On The Internet, but I actually have several other pairs of shoes I often fill. One of those sets of shoes is a sassy pair of strappy, gold sandals that I seem to only be able to keep on for about four drinks. These are the Wincon shoes.

What's winchestercon? Well, only the original Supernatural fan con, shut your mouth! We don't have actors or photo-ops with anyone besides missyjack, but we do have literal tin hats and sock puppets.

Now you're thinking to yourself "wait, wait, THIS person puts on a FAN CON?" Yes! This is our fourth year and this year we're in Denver (we switch every year). Trust me, you'll enjoy yourself. You might get alcohol poisoning, but you'll love every minute of it. Bonus this year: I like the show again and might even do a panel! (Either you read this journal to hate me, in which case you can come heckle, or you read it because I amuse you, in which case come to have a drink with me, I'm even more insane in person!)

At any rate, come over to the con com and check out our Super Duper Internet Scavenger Hunt for a reduced-price ticket. It's an internet scavenger hunt, you don't gotta go outside or anything.

We would love to see you at Wincon, seriously. It's kind of like a cult, once we get our hands on you, you're fucked (maybe literally? I can make no promises...ok, you'll get laid, come!).

Two things my family finds of interest that never caught me: gardening and birds. I fucking hate birds, man. They make a racket and wake me up and are generally a nuisance. The only bird call I can identify is a cardinal, and that's only because my dog has a cardinal toy she wakes me up with (I hate that damned toy so much, but this will tell you everything you need to know about me: the dog terrorizes me with this damned Audubon toy, but I can't take it away from her because she looks so pathetic when I hide it--yes, I sacrifice my own serenity for the dog's psychological well-being. Whatever, you suck somehow, too.) Gardening I mostly find tedious. Sadly, I seem to have inherited generation upon generation's worth of gardening acumen, however, and am very good at it. I wish I had a black thumb and could get out of gardening projects--and there's some weird social system where when people find out you're a decent gardener that you end up in THEIR gardens planting bulbs or explaining how to take care of a berry bush. ??? How effin' hard is it to put coffee grounds on a rose bush?

I hate gardening, but I appreciate the fruits of other people's labors. Case in point: I spend all year waiting for tomato season. I think real tomatoes (which can never be found in a supermarket) are a gift to humanity. Every year I gorge myself and become anxious like an addict who realizes their heroin is only available in a three month window.

Why do I mention this? Who knows. Mostly because it looks like my mom and aunt are going to buy their house RIGHT in a window where mom won't have any tomatoes this year. For this, they will die.

I just realized what makes Sam so damned manly--his effin' sideburns. WHOA. Guys are iffy on that nowadays, but he's sporting some serious ones. ROWRRRRRRRRRR.

( Our Show. )