And today's word count . . .

562 words, plus a little research. N'bad.

I have also had my misanthropic tendencies justified twice over, but I killfiled one of them on the basic principle that I wasn't interested in talking to someone who was repeatedly misinterpreting what I said and then demanding justification for it. And someone else who was inducing me to feel misanthropic (she stomped into a newsgroup, demanded to know why "you people" are still beating our wives, and was shocked and offended that this did not get her a patient response) may have gotten enough patient responses that she's gotten her head out of whatever orifice it was imbedded in.

I rather suspect the fellow I killfiled is not familiar with the cut direct. A shame, really.

Sigh. . .

This will be a rant. I suspect that people who consider themselves part of "fandom" should probably read it only under advisement that I'm fed up with fandom and shouting mad.
( So I unsubscribed from rasseff )

On a lighter note. . .

One of my Polish folklore books turned up today.

I've crossed lines of words and wire and both have cut me deep
I've been frozen out and I've been on fire and tears are mine to weep
But I can cry until I laugh
Or laugh until I cry . . .

Mmmmmmm. Music.