Wednesday

I'm having one of those days at work when even making a phone call successfully seems like a major achievement. My brain is being pulled in five different directions at once and the only way it really wants to go is writing.

I am also trying to work out what exactly being a pixel-stained technopeasant wretch entails and why do I keep reading it as technopheasant? Apparently, putting work online for free is 'undermining the noble calling of Writer' and eventually you turn into a technopheasant and all is doom.

In response, papersky has decreed Monday 23 April as International pixel-stained technopeasant day and professional writers are giving away their work online for free, which I think is rather fab.

In other news, snowballjane wants to know what what the well dressed flist is wearing. So, these are today's sartorial choices:
Feet: red ballet shoes
Legs: indigo jeans turned up twice
Torso: black cotton smock (yes, emungere, a smock!! I love smocks. Smocks are my look for this summer. I don't even care I look pregnant)
Neck: strange grey/purpley/browny plastic beads
Head: grey plastic hair slide

Oh and! I want to do that thing someone else did, where I list the things I love about Saiyuki Reload vol 7, but there are too many things. Maybe later.

And another thing, because this spelled out something I'd been thinking since last week and discussions on web codes of conduct, from Theresa Neilsen Hayden:

Anonymous nastiness is easy to write, and will always find an appreciative audience. I don't care. It's not a manifestation of the free and open discourse of the internet; it's a thing that destroys that discourse.