May 8th, 2005

Illustmaker me

Comment spam


I was all excited. I got a notice of new reviews on Father's Heart and Family Portrait, and it turned out to be someone spamming with an advertisement for online poker chips. Flaming is bad. Getting all excited to find out that someone hasn't even read the story enough to come up with a coherent flame and is just using it to advertise something totally unrelated...

It makes me all cranky. Family Portrait more than Father's Heart--the latter still gets comments now and then, but it had been ages since I'd heard a peep on FP, a story I always sort of liked, and I was all stoked about seeing that it was getting read again, only it wasn't.

Pout, pout, pout. Poor me, pity party. It looks like the same spammers as before, only this time not bothering with odd comments, just putting in links for the cyber poker-chips. I hate spammers. Just freaking hate them. How to spoil a perfectly nice evening.
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Illustmaker me

The thing I least like to hear

"Wait," a teacher says, looking at her class after I've pointed out where the fiction is and where the nonfiction is. "Who can tell us the difference between fiction and non-fiction?"

Blank stares, maybe a raised hand, not answered. This frightens me a bit, how often we get that with kids in their late teens, but that's not what I'm thinking about just now.

No, what's getting to me is that the teacher then gets a big smile on her face and says, "The difference is that nonfiction is true, and fiction is just made-up stories."
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