Livejournal Questions

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This actually has nothing to do with the recent drama.

I have a confession to make. I'm a genius. But I'm really tragically stupid also.


-how to put on a header. And why everyone can figure it out but me.
-what a DDoS attack is. Looked it up on Wikipedia. Still really don't understand.
-where everyone gets the equipment to do all the icons and everything they do. Seems to me that stuff costs a fortune.
-how to write short fanfic.
-who Rodney is.
-Henry Jenkins.
-GIP.
-how NOT to hotlink some images. I can do it if the image is in a format Photobucket will upload, otherwise I don't understand.
-how people keep up with their flists.
-how people keep up with stuff like which new cat macro is funniest.
-how anyone keeps up with anything.
-why seraphcelene can't be here RIGHT NOW, I dunno, making pie with me.
-how people find out people are talking about them when said people are not talking to them. It's not that I don't like gossip. It's that I don't understand it. I literally seem to have trouble paying attention to anything not aimed straight at me with a missile launcher.
-why I like Harry/Draco.
-flangst.
-how people not being able to post really isn't connected to the Great Strikethrough.
-how to play most online videos, or dl the equipment.
-birthdays.
-why I didn't find a plane ticket to NYC for an earlier day so I could watch DB with a2zmom.
-Spike.
-betas.
-most emoticons.
-who Jo is.
-what Due South is.


In other news, The Sound of Music in Sparta. (link courtesy imnotacommittee.)

Comments

[tkp.livejournal.com]

I had to go look it up on urban dictionary or something. I THINK it means fluff+angst. But I thought fluff and angst were kinda opposed? I do like my angst more light hearted then people being suicidal and cutting themselves, but I just don't get the ramifications of this term.

AND YES, DEAR GOD. *is relieved* :o)

[i-palimpsest.livejournal.com]

Maybe it's like you read a story about Buffy and Angel buy a couch. Only it's written by a 12 year old who thinks buying a couch is all fluffy and romantic and making eyes till the salesman is sick.

They've never bought a couch. They don't understand the horror, the HOURS of tramping through store after store - only to discover you like different colours, and he wants one that won't even fit in the room, and WILL NOT be told. In the end feeling like you could weep from the sheer frustration and wondering how you ever agreed to live with someone with THAT taste in sofas, (by this point you'd prefer he was a serial killer,) you eventual go home in the sheer humiliation of still not having a sofa. Only to sit in sullen silence staring at the TV and dreaming of having your own little flat with no one but you it. Knowing you are doomed to repeat the process till you find a couch you can both live with.

Hence flangst - something that should by definition be fluff, but is horribly angsty.

Actually never heard of it before but that's my theory.

[tkp.livejournal.com]

Knowing you are doomed to repeat the process till you find a couch you can both live with.

HA. That is HILARIOUS. Even if that's not what flangst means, that NEEDS to be a genre.

[i-palimpsest.livejournal.com]

Totally I always read those types of stories thinking the author has clearly never bought a sofa, groceries, a car. . . . .