it's like meeting the real Santa. no, wait. I think I'm spelling that wrong.

[hth]

I used to think you had to volunteer to be belittled in Joe Mallozzi's blog, but apparently they're drafting people now.

You know, I really thought about engaging with him (if only to correct the clear misreading of the last quote he puts up there -- I hope it's obvious to all of you that I didn't mean you could ONLY care about people you'd met, only that you were BOUND to do so, while it's often a lot more hit-or-miss with strangers) -- and then I remembered that we're talking about Joe Mallozzi, and that the reason I don't communicate with him *to start with* is that I think he's an asshole who treats the fans foolish enough to play that game like dirt. That hasn't changed, so I can't see where commenting would do me much good.

But I thought I'd let y'all know I was being talked about over there. It's practically like being famous!

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[carolyn-claire.livejournal.com]

Heeee. I was floored when I saw that, in a point-and-squeak, "I know her!" kind of way. And then I wondered who the tool was who used your words to get her own complaints across, rather than ponying up her own. And then I had to laugh at his "Ohmigosh the sun shines out of my ass" typical hissy he threw in response. What a diva. (Who was that who quoted you, anyway?)

[hth-the-first.livejournal.com]

Weirdly, I had that same reaction. I was all like, "ZOMG, THAT IS ME!" The shiny, shiny lure of fake celebrity, man. I dunno who it is, but Rumor Has It he's some dude whose sister reads my lj. I have the vague impression he's kind of young? Anyway, I found it kind of charming that he thought what Big Sister and I were saying was troubling enough that he needed backup to cope with it; most people just dismiss me as a raving lunatic and move on. *g*