Aug. 28th, 2007

camwyn: (not amused)
Email that just hit my junk folder:

Call me ok?
From: Eddie Guevara [blah blah blah @ hotmail dot com]
To: yrs. truly's email address

Hi, long time no see. I'm your childhood friends that we know many years back and we lost contact to each other. Hope you still remember me.

Send me email at [actual human first name @ .info domain that has nothing to do with Hotmail] so we can keep in touch again ok?

See yea.


I'm sorry, Eddie, but all the childhood friends that I lost touch with were literate. Also, they could count how many of them there were without assuming that their reflection was a second person altogether. You lose.


Yeesh.

(I am not going to make exceptions for Yoav or Sang-Yoon, both of whom were immigrant kids of immigrant parents- and both of whom were enrolled in gifted and talented child programs where they made BLOODY SURE you learned grammatically correct English.)
camwyn: Me in a bomber jacket and jeans standing next to a green two-man North Andover Flight Academy helicopter. (who lives and who dies)
*hums to herself cheerfully*

Ro, thank you for bringing in the Stone Angels as a Milliways plot. I just got the next installment of a certain someone's trip back in time done, and may be able to do more when I get home. It's a remarkable mood-lifter, tormenting your characters.

(The post, being pre-threading material, has not taken place yet and is under friendslock to those pups' journals who participated in the Silver Cybermen plot. I'll unlock it when it's time.)

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