anniversaries and leprosy

this picture was taken exactly 5 years ago to the day. (I'm not sure of the hour, since I was at burning man. But I did keep a longhand journal until I found the relief of typing one instead). With any luck, the next 5 years will... bear a better reflection on my self-esteem. (And no longer capitulate to charismatic sorts, who, when you look at their track record, obviously think very poorly of me.)

And, after describing the Dogs In Elk episode in general, and my related personal drama in trying to get photo credit, I've stumbled upon an anti-leprosy solution.

From now on,
if someone, on their web page or blog, etc., thanks every person they met during or who helped in something, except for me, when I'm the girl they actually kissed, and hence, apparently, they're afraid mentioning me at all (even to thank me for photography) will be interpreted as a marriage proposal or something, I'm going to write up an engagement announcement for the two of us, and email it to their local newspapers.

If they're going to treat me like a bunny-boiler, then they deserve anything they get.

Now to see if there's anything pressing that can't wait til tomorrow. I've already paid for Worldcon, after all. It'd be novel to actually get there.

anniversaries and leprosy

this picture was taken exactly 5 years ago to the day. (I'm not sure of the hour, since I was at burning man. But I did keep a longhand journal until I found the relief of typing one instead). With any luck, the next 5 years will... bear a better reflection on my self-esteem. (And no longer capitulate to charismatic sorts, who, when you look at their track record, obviously think very poorly of me.)

And, after describing the Dogs In Elk episode in general, and my related personal drama in trying to get photo credit, I've stumbled upon an anti-leprosy solution.

From now on,
if someone, on their web page or blog, etc., thanks every person they met during or who helped in something, except for me, when I'm the girl they actually kissed, and hence, apparently, they're afraid mentioning me at all (even to thank me for photography) will be interpreted as a marriage proposal or something, I'm going to write up an engagement announcement for the two of us, and email it to their local newspapers.

If they're going to treat me like a bunny-boiler, then they deserve anything they get.

Now to see if there's anything pressing that can't wait til tomorrow. I've already paid for Worldcon, after all. It'd be novel to actually get there.