You all (is there a “you all”? Or is it just one loyal reader [the person who’s house I’m at currently]?) get to read more of my ramblings.
Except that I have nothing to ramble about.
So I’ll talk about what I know best:
I was reading a post on a forum done by a teenager (he/she will remain anonymous, as well as genderless, to keep an air of mystery about her/him, you see) and they were asking if they should try to get published, though they’re very young. (And, loyal reader, you have heard and read this story, so it is pointless to repeat it, but WHATEVER.) They said they were good for their age, and they wanted to be published.
The general response was “NO! Don’t try yet; write a few more years, wait, hone your craft, visit here and here, do this, that, and the other to prepare. Etc.”
Their response was, well, less than cordial, written in chatspeak, and riddled with improperly-placed jokes (I think they were jokes, anyway…), as well as being extremely rude to everyone. I wanted to backhand her, but that is SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE as well as impossible over the internet.
So I just sat there, kind of mad, until I stopped being mad, and then I wrote this, and now I feel stupid but I’m going to post it anyway.
It’s kind of a pointless story, kind of a pointless rant, but I thought it was really annoying and that since this is basically an “online journal”, I should write about it.
I think it’s bedtime. 😛