yeah, I know no one here is guilty of this, except on the receiving end...
ANYWHO... (and yeah, Bob, feel free to delete this when you see it?)
spent the last 3? 4? days chatting with someone. then, in the last 2-3 hours the whole context, and the way they typed changed. And this person both a) did not understand that I was AWARE of this,and b) would call them on this apparent substitution?
*sigh*
and people wonder why I no longer trust the Interwebs
(wanders off in frustration. Maybe I can write?)
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to rock the sky?
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
...Why would I delete this? If anything I'd just move it over to General as it's not terribly much about anyone's fanfic.
-- Bob
I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh, Clark Kent, Mary Sue, DJ Croft, Skysaber. I have been
called a hundred names and will be called a thousand more before the sun grows dim and cold....
Could be as simple as the other person having a bad day? Unless it's something like a tech support chat I'm not sure why you'd jump to "now it's a different person using the same ID." I suppose it could be someone's evil sibling/room mate/etc. too... so I guess generally what I'm saying is that if the previous interactions were positive, give them some time and see if there's a better explanation than malicious action, on their own part at least.
I jumped to that conclusion CD, because of a sudden DRASTIC decrease in use of spelling and grammar. the sort of thing that, as you say, is from someone else (at the moment I am feeling like a very THUGGISH someone else) coming home and seeing an open and unlocked system.
To the point where I am regretting deleting the whole conversation so I could cut and paste it so others could see the really drastic change I have been swearing about. cause... welll... pics or chat copy or it is just my word against theirs?
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to rock the sky?
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
-- Bob
I have been Roland, Beowulf, Achilles, Gilgamesh, Clark Kent, Mary Sue, DJ Croft, Skysaber. I have been
called a hundred names and will be called a thousand more before the sun grows dim and cold....
I love the smell of rotaries in the morning. You know one time, I got to work early, before the rush hour. I walked through the empty carpark, I didn't see one bloody Prius or Golf. And that smell, you know that gasoline smell, the whole carpark, smelled like.... ....speed.
01-19-2020, 02:05 PM (This post was last modified: 01-19-2020, 02:10 PM by Star Ranger4.)
Yeah, Guys. I want to try and point out a lot of other little things that left me suspicious from the start, but the exasperation of the initial post... those feeling were the ones I really needed to vent.
I am reminded of a book I lost years ago... one that basically happens at a Convention. The POV character is walking down the hall, past a group of gamers. One of them is wearing a button that says "I am *NOT* stupid, I am *NOT* expendable; I am *NOT GOING!*" That is kind of what I felt over this whole thing from the moment I was first contacted.
Thanks for listening, everyone, and my apologies to Bob for starting this in the wrong forum.
Hear that thunder rolling till it seems to rock the sky?
Thats' every ship in Grayson's Navy taking up the cry!
NO QUARTER!
Another period of.... Oh it doesn't matter. something that created a deep need to write something that wasn't fanfiction. attached, so that if anyone really cares they can read.
