Thursday, Oct. 27, 2005
Will The Real Excalibur Stick It To Them
Lately my luck seems to run in threes, at least online. I think this is my third attempt to post today. It was one of those days at work where I planned to go home early because I felt like... (Well, you get the idea.) And instead I left late because something kept coming up every five minutes or thereabouts.
I'll be glad when this week is OVAH!
Sideline - going to withdraw from the whole idea of trying to meet somebody, online or off. If it happens, it happens. If not, oh well. I don't regret going for it, though, for a lot of reasons - no the least of which is that there's nothing to take the sting out of a breakup like getting hit on by someone else right off the bat. Except maybe getting hit on by a whole bunch of someone elses right off the bat.
Gmail rocks. Truly it does. I only use it as a backup, but the cool part is that my main email (on my domain) allows me to redirect a copy to gmail. So if my regular email goes hinky, or if I accidentally delete something and realize I shouldn't have, I have a backup copy on gmail. Which has come in handy a couple of times. I installed the instant messenger but honestly don't care all that much for it.
Incidentally, Art - thanks for the invite but I already had a gmail account before you sent me the invitation.
Going to try once more tonight to make a couple of phone calls. One person keeps emailing to ask why I haven't replied via email - I did, actually four times now. I don't know why the mail's not going through but I figured I'd phone last night (previously had said I would.) Unfortunately their phone was busy for an hour and a half. I finally gave up and decided to try again tonight, though I'm not holding my breath. I used to work for the phone company - generally speaking, when I get a fast busy signal (sounds a little different) it means that there's a problem with their line.
Meh, you can only do what you can do.
On the topic of not-quite-spam... I belong to a mailing list that goes into Internet prehistory. Not really, of course, but the group of us DOES go back to my first online time. I signed onto the 'Net for the first time at the end of 2000, as a fan of the X-Files. It took me almost no time to discover the magic of the online forum. I never dreamed that in less than five years I'd own and design similar forums and web pages!
Pulling back from that tangent: this mail list, virtually all of us writer wannabes and a few who have begun writing on some professional level, can flash-mail faster than anyone you can imagine. One poor lady was offline for a couple of days here a while back and returned to find more than 1300 mails just from our group. There are only sixteen of us on that list, and the sixteenth wasn't added until yesterday.
Oh yeah, we're that chatty.
And for what it's worth, that was a slow weekend. I've had times I've been offline for a couple of hours and come home to 74 new messages in my box. Some are only a line (or more rarely, only a word.) Most are a short paragraph. Some are lengthy and include pictures, though we never EVER do forwards, an unwritten rule that'd make you about as welcome as Michael Jackson at a PTA meeting.
You ask why we don't instant message, given the volume and speed with which we go back and forth? Well, there's another thing. When you've been online for a while and particularly if you've acquired an online following (which some of the members have,) signing onto instant messenger is an invitation to a deluge.
It's happened to me; now I keep the privacy settings on my instant messengers set on maximum, and I guard my IM names like crazy. Actually I used to write with one of these ladies, the two of us blending somewhat disparate styles to an interesting effect. My preference is to write suspense. Her strength is romance. We challenged each other on a joint effort once - she had to write the suspense and I had to write the romance, working on a single story, writing in segments that had to flow seamlessly. It was difficult but also a complete blast for both of us, built our writing skills and strengthened the partnership.
We both have focused on careers in areas other than writing (though writing plays a part in both of our work.) We are also both continuing on the thought of publishing novels, in time, and encouraging some of the other ladies in our group who are extremely talented writers. One's a budding screenwriter who's in school now but looking to make it a career. One's a veterinarian's assistant and may just be the best author of us all.
Perhaps the most ironic is our self-chosen name. We call ourselves the Lushes. Even I haven't figured out if it's a reference to a posh life, embracing alcoholic beverages, a reference to our collective feminine figures, or some combination thereof.
Or maybe it's the lavish use of email systems to create our answer to all the porn come-ons and offers to enlarge our penises - an over-the-top email invasion that's actually welcome. Monty Python would be proud. We have become the proverbial embodiment of "Spamalot."
Before - After
In the grander scheme of things, no soul can truly be replaced. Each one of us has a place in the universal tapestry. We each contribute our own color and texture. When one thread is snipped too soon, it distorts all the threads around it. Other lives can unravel and tear. If the wrong thread is ripped away, the whole fabric of life becomes dangerously fragile.
- LeiLani, aka Radiogurl aka Bright Opal (1957 - )