oh, technology

[bedlamsbard]

Am now on Facebook because, uh, Tulane wants me to be, so there I am. This more or less translates to me bopping around going, "I am so confused and have no idea what I'm doing, but hey, I know these people! FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND."

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[ghostrunner7.livejournal.com]

Facebook is a fun thing. It is, unfortunately, how I keep in touch with a disgraceful number of people.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Well, heaven knows that I have, like, three people's e-mail addresses...out of the two hundred that I graduated with. *cough*

[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

FRIEND FRIEND FRIEND

STALK STALK STALK

*ahem* ;) Kidding kidding kidding I promise.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I am not interesting enough to stalk. *grin*

[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

BUT YOU KNOW INTERNET PERVS. WE'LL STALK ANYONE. EVEN GRANDMAS.

It's too hot to stalk anyone.

Apparently Tulane has a club hockey team, but there's no rinks in New Orleans, so they have to drive an hour and a half each way to their practice rink. How sad!

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Strangely, aside from fandom being, like, a gathering ground for TEH KRAZEE
(or maybe I just hang out in the wrong parts of it), I have not met any Internet pervs. In six years. (Hi, let's go back to the days when I happily bounced around the HP fandom telling people that the reason I didn't have an account was because I was only twelve, and couldn't register until I was thirteen. OH MY GOD HOW DUMB DO YOU HAVE TO BE.)

That's scary, what with the price of gas. Poor Tulane hockey team.

Thank you for the graduation card, by the way!

[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

All things considered I'm surprised I never found any pervs, either, seeing as how I stumbled into fandom when I was like ... 10 or 11. Just middle aged women writing gay porn. (oh how they have corrupted me. HORRIBLE.) I did lie about my age for the most part, at least until I was closer to 15/16. I've met pervier people on the bus/subway, really.

I just want to give him a big hug and an ice rink. Seriously. Apparently there used to be one in New Orleans, but it shut down (prior to Katrina). Or at least there was one sliiiightly closer. USAHockey did an article on their hardships.

You're welcome! I'm glad you got it. I was afraid your parents would see the strange address and be all OH NOES INTERNET PERV. ;)

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

Oh, yeah, I stumbled in when I was about eleven, but I didn't even have the brains to LIE. I am shocked. I didn't get into slash for another few years; it was het porn for me up until, I think, seventh grade.

Maybe it MELTED. (Seriously, why did I think it would be a good idea to go somewhere where it's hot all the time? My hobby is KNITTING.)

I have a default lie. My default lie is, "Oh, I know them from one of my summer programs and we kept in touch!" I will probably spring the Internet thing on them...later. Once I no longer live in their house.

[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's just my big-city paranoia kicking in. Or something. I lied generally; I didn't lie after I knew people and they shrugged and figured no big deal, I was interesting enough to talk to, and it wasn't like I didn't know I was talking to middle-aged women for the most part. Mostly if I stopped lying I got kicked off the yahoogroups, which resulted in a) a lack of porn and b) a lack of places to post my porn. Surprisingly, no one figured out from my fic that I was not eighteen. I'm stunneded.

By seventh grade I got kicked out of class once for writing gay porn. It was a proud moment.

Honestly? I wouldn't be surprised. Also: fuel prices affect the ability to run ice rinks. Costs money to run everything to keep it cold (obviously), so, even rinks here are raising their ice time costs. And melting, if they're old enough (say 1980 or before) and the equipment is fucking itself.

I am melting. I cannot imagine being in New Orleans ever.

*laughs* That's a good lie. It's specific and vague all at once. Yeah, I'm sure, "He's a hockey-playing social work major in Boston. And he's four years older than me." will go over real well... : O

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I was an innocent little child before fandom corrupted me. (I blame HP. For EVERYTHING.)

People always think I'm twice my age -- you know, they do the whole, "OH MY GOD I HATE TEENAGERS AND WHAT ABOUT YOU?" and I go, "Well, I'm sixteen, so..." (Or eighteen, now. I was exceedingly happy I turned eighteen shortly after the whole LJ-various-things mess.)

I missed the yahoo groups stage of fandom (this was a topic on one of my lurker journals, so it's relatively fresh in my mind); I was messageboards for HP, and then I went straight to LJ, though I missed the migration by a year or so.

I cannot imagine being in New Orleans ever. I sit here and stare at my knitting and go, "I am not going to Wellesley why?"

And I met him on the Internet! That's the kicker, probably. Although I'm sneakily sneaking in references to people I met online for various things.

[mentalhygiene.livejournal.com]

There's nothing wrong with blaming HP; I think it's responsible for a great deal of corruption. ;)

*lolz* Yes. I never really picked up on that in the yahoogroups/my younger daze, but I definitely see it now and it's just point blank obnoxious. I mean, if fandom had decided: "You!" *pointing at me* "You're a teenager and we don't like you and you'll obviously never improve." then... well. I probably wouldn't have written quite so diligently or as often. I got feedback from -- whatever fandom I was in -- and I could develop my voice in peace with just enough confidence in my ability to keep going. And I had lots of people who were all "It's kind of cool that you're young and into this stuff. Keep it up!" not "All teenagers are useless chatspeak fanbrats who know nothing about sex! RAR." or what have you.

I was on usenets type groups for a while, as I recall (oh, we're harkening to the dark dark days of my youth here), and mostly chatted with people over AIM and ICQ, and then I found yahoogroups and only got into LJ around the middle of HS or so.

Because you like what Tulane has to offer. Except for the oppressive humidity and the hurricanes. Thing. ...oops.

Haha yes that too. At this point while my parents are still suspicious: "And WHERE do you know [so and so] from again? The INTERNET?" they can't do much of anything and have figured out I generally know enough not to get killed.

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

I blame HP for everything, including some of my latent canon issues, which I am forcefully using Narnia to push aside.

Yeah, since the dominant setting on LJ (fandom LJ, I mean) is middle-aged woman, there's a lot of animosity towards teenagers. Occasionally people remember to go, "Except for so-and-so, but OH MY GOD TEENAGERS."

Messageboards was my middle school (literally, started in sixth grade), LJ was my high school (again...freshman year). I wonder if anything new will come up for college?

The horribly amusing thing is that I chose Tulane because it had so much to offer, and now...I have too much stuff on my plate, so I can't do band. (Tulane was the only one of my four finalists that has a band.)

It's a matter of sneaking in the harmless things, I think. "Oh, she just wants to know about ESL..."

[westingturtle.livejournal.com]

Facebook is amazing and you shall have no other gods before it!

And on a slightly less creepy note, it is absurdly useful for group projects, what with the posting of links and the sending of documents. I've done presentations without ever meeting face to face outside of class. Plus, there is the fun of stalking

[bedlamsbard.livejournal.com]

*waves flag* I bow to Livejournal first!

Oh, that's nice, especially if you're as, uh, antisocial as I am. And live on a computer like I do. Wow, now I really sound like a hermit.