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Plagiarism! severely_lupine explains what's happening at her blog: http://severely-lupine.livejournal.com/125647.html

FF.n's Capcha isn't letting me report the abuse via the website, even though I'm entering the correct characters, so I sent an e-mail to reportabuse@fanfiction.com. ( Read more... )

Let's go get 'em.

EDIT: Mission accomplished. The plagiarist claims someone else hacked into her account and posted the fic. Whether this story is true or not, she's apologized and taken "Bride" down. Thanks for the support!

*huge grin*

I wasn't sure if I was going to have a happy list today. I was grumpy about having to drive a hundred miles to visit family when I had a sonofabitch headache, and then Mom asked me if I wanted to stay home today because of the sonofabitch headache. YES, PLEASE.

1. Because of that, I can keep my grumpiness to myself today.

2. I have turkey leftovers.

3. I don't have to put up a brave face with the Jimbos. I love them, but sometimes their bickering gets to me.

4. I have time and quiet to finally read my Exchange gift.

5. I have time and quiet to work on creative stuff.

6. I shall also devote some time to cleaning.

So what was going to be a miserable day has done a 180, at least for the next several hours. I am not faking the headache, but I'd rather endure that at home where it's quiet than anywhere else.

Having a hard time bring gratitudinal at the moment. Perhaps I'll come up with something later.

( Play stuff, mostly complaining, but I'm trying to be cautiously optimistic. )

Ooo, I did think of something to be gratitudinal about!

Today, I am grateful for Marla, Chelsea, and Daina. (Chelsea and Daina share the role of the Witch.) ( More play talk, but at least I'm happy about this stuff. )

So I went into the local independent book shop before my haircut Saturday and ordered two books: The Looking Glass Wars and To Say Nothing of the Dog. Neither was in stock, but the cashier said they'd call when the books came in Monday. I paid for the books and went to get my hair cut. ( Read more... )

Tuesday hates me. I have proof.

Couldn't get to sleep until after 3:30 this morning. Laundry situation is desperate, so I set my alarm for 7:30 to give myself enough time to do three loads before work. I went out to the laundry room, started the washing machine, and then saw the note on the dryer:

BROKEN

I wasn't about to let five quarters go to waste, so I washed a bunch of stuff I wasn't going to dry anyway (nylons, bras, and a hand-painted t-shirt). They're hanging all over the hobbit hole. I organized everything and put it in my car so I could go straight to the horrible laundromat after work.

And now that I'm getting ready for work, someone's repairing the dryer.

FML.

Six-hour rehearsals on Saturday and Sunday, and I'm sitting here wondering where the weekend went. Still, carpooling with Phil is nice, though we didn't say much this afternoon. We were all talked out, and we were bloody pooped to boot.

Smashed a HUGE spider on Scrooge's bedroom floor with my script this morning. The pencil that I'd clipped on the script went flying, and I never found it. Celestina nearly wet herself when she saw that thing scurrying towards her, and I am her new hero. It's just a spider, for goodness' sake, but who am I to talk when I turn green and run away screaming at the sight of garden slugs?

We have to be off book by Tuesday night. Phil is really anxious about it, and I am scarcely less so.

Hagrid Dane and I keep stomping away at our dance number, and we'd just got to the point where we felt comfortable when the news came through that they expect us to go through the one-minute routine in thirty seconds. Oh. Crap.

I made an appointment a month ago for a haircut and color, but Marla the Director talked to me about it Thursday. No matter what I slap on my head to make it look like I have long hair, it has to have something to be fastened to, so I couldn't cut it when I went to the salon yesterday. My hair would have been too short otherwise. I'm going to look like a shaggy beast until the Tuesday after we close.

One of the SSHG Anniversary prompts has made me think and speculate. I've written some thoughts about it and will let it simmer for a bit, because I'm a leetle busy at the moment. Not sure if I'll get it in in time for the festival, but I'll see what I can do. Watching one of the Potter movies for research (any excuse), and I'll read the corresponding scene later tonight. I must get chocolate chips tomorrow, because the jar is empty.

Took Phil by work to print out some sheet music Marla e-mailed us last night. He met one of the librarians and got a little tour of the offices while my computer woke up. It's kind of nice that SOMEONE where I work knows that this boyfriend I've been talking about isn't imaginary.

Joined sherlockbbc a week or two ago and am having a marvelous time reading fic and looking at art. I usually swap out my desktop background once a day, but I've had John Watson in Afghanistan there since the art showed up in the comm. (Un-GAWA.)

Boring afternoon. I have a flat that desperately needs to be cleaned, but the only motivation I've been able to muster is the fact that I don't want to start the work week with a dirty hobbit hole, so it's slow going. I think it's that I'm not used to it being dark so early, but I'll get over that presently. The cats have enjoyed all the cuddling I've lavished on them, though. If I'd ignored them today, I think they'd have pissed on everything in sight to get my attention.

Plagiarism!

The first chapter of snarkywench_64's marvelous Harry/Hermione fic, Altered Perspectives, was stolen in 2008 by a yutz who goes by khaelmohrdan at Mugglenet:

http://fanfiction.mugglenet.com/viewstory.php?sid=78946&chapter=1

Please help SnarkyWench by reporting the fic as stolen to the powers that be.

I'm a total dweeb. I can't get over this: Bad astronomy in fanfiction --> me hitting the back button.

It could be an incorrect term or impossible geometry or illogical timing. Stuff that Professor Cutie-Pie drilled into our heads a hundred times over the year I spent in his classroom.

I have no doubt that people have hit the back button on my fics for bad English or bad magic or bad instrument playing because I didn't realize that I should have done research. I know people have caught my bad writing because they've sent concrit, and I'm grateful for it (though I don't always go back and change what's wrong). It's those readers' specialties -- what they're passionate about -- just like astronomy is one of mine.