Life, Fannishness, and Thespic Infatuation

Looks like I won't be doing my "first blush" review tonight. Our local CW has broken into Arrow--already in progress--to air basketball. Bzuh? It's not even a Virginia team that's playing.

Pfbt.

So I'll have to wait for the download.

I took my cat *points to icon* to the vet early today. She was listless and grumpy last night, and listless and unresponsive this morning. Totally disengaged, and when she would move around, it looks like she's confused. Just walking around in circles.

I spent the morning checking her to see if she was still breathing.

It came on very suddenly. My first thought was "stroke." I'm also wondering "concussion." Or possibly "blindness" from a relapse of last summer.

She's only sixteen. (Yes, I know that's old for a cat, but our last one was twenty-one, so sixteen does not seem old.) And she's my cat. She follows me around. She's my "familiar."

She's under observation right now, and I'm waiting for a call after the vet examines her.

Quite frankly, I'm scared.

Finally, I can catch up on some stuff without having to sit in our uncomfy computer chair (we definitely need a new one).

( I am the Mighty Dispatcher of Snakes )

( End-of-year fundraiser )

So, now, for your convenience, you can crosspost to Twitter and FB. Great. I won't be doing that. I have different peeps on my LJ than I do on my FB, and there's a reason they're separate.

But wait.

You can crosspost comments, too. Including comments in flocked and screened entries. NOT. GOOD. I won't be doing that either. I like to think I have more respect for others than that, to purposely open their private journals to people they don't know.

I'm sure I don't need to tell my flist this. It's more of a gentle reminder. But I'm going to say it anyway. (This is probably more for folks who are going to set their default to crosspost anything so that it will happen without even having to make that decision consciously, but it applies to everyone.)

Please do not x-post anything from my journal to other media sites. Even if it's a comment you make, it's still my journal, and that's like handing my diary to everyone on your FB and/or Twitter, and even if it's a public post, but especially if it's a locked post, I'm sure I don't need to tell you what a breach of trust that is.

As it stands, should I make a locked post, until LJ gets their head out of the sand and realizes how they've violated our privacy (which, when used in context with the internet, I realize is something of an oxymoron), it's quite likely the only way you'll be able to respond, should you so desire, is to send me a PM, as I am seriously considering disabling the comment option on locked posts.

If anyone has a more efficient suggest (preferably one that does not require creating another account on another social website elsewhere . . . though I suppose that suggestion is not off the table . . .), I'd be interested.

Thank you for your understanding in this matter.

I'm posting this here in case I have some unknown underaged (or gullible) readers. I think my f-list is pretty 'Net savvy, but this is kind of important.

From janglyjewels' LJ:

Clif posted today on his facebook and has asked everyone to spread the word:

"There is someone out there posing as both J and J on twitter. We need to let everyone know it is not the boys. Please spread the word that the guys don't give life lessons nor do they met people for lunch, as a fan found out. This comes from J and J."

Please let everyone know. A fan actually had a lunch date with Jensen she thought, but it was actually "a 40ish creepy dude saying he represented Jensen." That is so scary!

Please, please, PLEASE!!!! For the love of graham crackers! (Or, in this case, eggnog cookies fresh out of the oven.) Jensen and Jared DO NOT HAVE FACEBOOK. They do not have Twitter. They do not have MySpace. Jared has said as much at a convention. They might very well have private accounts somewhere, but that's none of our business. For the purposes of communicating with fans, the guys DO NOT HAVE!

I'll post a locked medical TMI later, because it's a long good news/bad news thing.

In the meantime, I haven't had a full meal in . . . a week? And I have, more often than not, skipping one meal a day (usually lunch, since I need to take my new med with food).

I hate being on the edge of queasy all the time. And when I'm not, the thought of food makes me so. Part of it is one of the meds I'm on. And when I told him this, he was . . . happy? . . . about it. Said that's what he wanted to hear. Bzuh?

I know part of it is stress, stupidly self-inflicted stress, because it's accompanied with the elevated heart rate/edge of a panic attack that hits me when I've been put on the spot and think too much. Times like that I wish I could just turn my brain off and tune it out until it goes away. Which, you know, leads to coma-like naps in the middle of the afternoon.

On the upside, I got the first coat of color washing done on the master bath walls yesterday. Go me.