You know, I'm a very lucky girl.
I've got a best friend who will stay up till eleven on a school night screaming random nonsense at me through a computer.
I've got a Legion of Fen/Friends who are always supporting me and, indeed, threaten me if I dare not to dream.
I've got an LJ and a friends list that I can't wait to read every morning, and friends on said list whose backlogs I read just for kicks.
I've got two wonderful alphas who are so talented that I can't believe I'm one of the people who beta for them.
I've got a room full of books, twenty-three of which are Terry Pratchett (or perhaps twenty-four, can't remember if I counted Good Omens or not).
I've got a friend who can listen to me squee and wibble about Noreascon, and who then remembers this and asks for Pterry books so that if I go, she can come with and know what the heck's going on.
I've got a computer which might be slow and occasionally irritating, but which I wouldn't trade for all the new Windows machines in the world.
I've got a beautiful dog who climbed in bed with me last night for no reason and deigned to be petted for ten minutes.
I've also got the privilege of going to bed right now and not having to take a shower first because I have no more school for the summer and I can always do it in the morning.
It is nights like these during which, even though it's very hot and we've no air-conditioning and I've got a scrape on my knee twice the size of a silver dollar, I can honestly say that I'm delighted at being alive.
And amused, of course. Because what is life here for if not to amuse me once in a while?
I've got a best friend who will stay up till eleven on a school night screaming random nonsense at me through a computer.
I've got a Legion of Fen/Friends who are always supporting me and, indeed, threaten me if I dare not to dream.
I've got an LJ and a friends list that I can't wait to read every morning, and friends on said list whose backlogs I read just for kicks.
I've got two wonderful alphas who are so talented that I can't believe I'm one of the people who beta for them.
I've got a room full of books, twenty-three of which are Terry Pratchett (or perhaps twenty-four, can't remember if I counted Good Omens or not).
I've got a friend who can listen to me squee and wibble about Noreascon, and who then remembers this and asks for Pterry books so that if I go, she can come with and know what the heck's going on.
I've got a computer which might be slow and occasionally irritating, but which I wouldn't trade for all the new Windows machines in the world.
I've got a beautiful dog who climbed in bed with me last night for no reason and deigned to be petted for ten minutes.
I've also got the privilege of going to bed right now and not having to take a shower first because I have no more school for the summer and I can always do it in the morning.
It is nights like these during which, even though it's very hot and we've no air-conditioning and I've got a scrape on my knee twice the size of a silver dollar, I can honestly say that I'm delighted at being alive.
And amused, of course. Because what is life here for if not to amuse me once in a while?
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Now on to making myself sound stupid. I think we may be thinking about the same thing here, but using different terminology for it, so I'm going to just be out with it and ask what these "alphas" you often refer to as "beta-ing" for are. I know I'm going to regret asking once I hear the answer, but it's been gnawing on me for awhile now, as I see it come up here every so often.
*skitters off behind the couch*
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Bwahaha.
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I hope I didn't contribute to that last night.
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WHY DO YOU GUYS HAVE MORE FUN THAN ME?
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I dunno. Why don't you know a Korine equivalent?
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Now I'm bored. Entertain me.
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Stargate also.
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Jack is an idiot. At the end, Daniel was so thinking "Come on. You kissed me, right? Please say you kissed me. Please, please...what...Carter? Oh my god, Carter? He HATES me! Someone shoot me now! Wah, my unrequited love...!"
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NAE: Nah, nothing there.
ROBERT: Right, it's Daniel/Sam.
NAE: Uh, no. Jack/Daniel.
ROBERT: OMGWTFBBQ
NAE: I am kidding. It is an attempt to make you realise that none of them should be together.
ROBERT: Oh. Okay.
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OMG you said OMGWTFBBQ. YOU KNOW OF THE OMGWTFBBQ?!
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Also I am going now, back later.
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Don't leave me here alone...