Thirty-eighth verse, same as the first!

[serai]

Seems it's time for my bi-annual reiteration of Why I'm Here and Why Whining Won't Work. I ain't got time to make yet another post about it (frankly, I don't see the point in repeating myself), so I shall just point you all back to this post:


The Manifesto of Me - not long, but apparently required


If you've got me friended, and you haven't read it yet (though the gods know I've posted something like this at least five times already) PLEASE READ IT NOW.

If you don't like what you see, PLEASE DEFRIEND ME NOW.

Whatever response you get to whining, virgin-eyeing, weepy tantrums and other such nonsense will thereafter be your own fault.

Do not, I repeat DO NOT have me on your friends list in order to read my stories, and then turn around and lambast me because you don't like seeing my other posts. You want fiction without having to know the author? Buy a BOOK, damnit.

Thank you.

Comments

[serai1.livejournal.com]

Oh, goodness. This isn't a post about me bouncing anyone off my list. I was just telling folks that if they don't like me, to please do us all a favor and bugger off. You do not, and never had, had anything to worry about on that score, darlin'.

This latest wank was small but tasty, much like a Godiva chocolate. And you know how much I love the taste of wank-chocolate. *licks lips*

By the by, will you be coming to ORC again this year? My prediction is that it'll be the last one, so I'm not going to miss it, small and diminished though it may be. And maybe they'll get some faces we haven't seen before, as well. :D

[blackbird-song.livejournal.com]

I did manage to get my eyes to focus on some comments further down to discover the cause of this post. Of course, that was after I'd commented. (I really should take note when I mention in 'print' that I'm brain-dead and maybe not comment or post. *facepalm*) She's really quite the piece of work, isn't she? As soon as my brain has been defibrillated, I'll make us all some popcorn and we can watch it again, perhaps in slow motion.

I shall be going to ORC this March. While I hope it's not the last one, I can see that it might well be. Hubby's coming, as well. (I've lassoed and hog-tied him a few times, just for practice.) I shall look forward to seeing you there!

Catherine