Guys. I'm totally bringing THIS back.

Go nuts, if you're bored - I know I've gained some more creative people since then. :)

Dear Doctor Who fangirls and fanboys:

STOP. THIS.

It's one thing to enjoy someone's work and think they're brilliant and jump at the chance to meet them. But when an actor very reluctantly comes out to the stage door and signs things without a single smile, a single word, or a single instance of eye contact? You have fucked up but BAD.

I can't imagine how bad you fans have to be to make accepting praise a task which must be endured, so painful and unwanted that they can't even fake a smile. I'm sick, literally sick, thinking about David trying to go see Catherine's play and having to leave because fans were harassing him in the middle of the play. Not only is it disrespectful to Catherine and the rest of the cast, and the audience, but it had to be mortifying for David. All he wanted to do was see his friend perform, and you made that impossible.

Today, right now? I'm literally ashamed to be a Doctor Who fan. I was never ashamed to be a RENT fan during all the various insanity that's gone on at that stage door, but right now I could just...

Here's a lesson, kiddies, about how to respect an actor you admire, and not come across as crazyclingyneedyOMGYOUARETHEBESTEVARMARRYME?, from one fan's experiences in theatre fandom, which is good for teaching good behaviour, if you're willing to learn.

1. Do not scream. Do not shout. Because if you do, then other people will, and then it just becomes a cacophony of high-pitched glee and no one can understand anything anyone says. I don't care if you've waited twelve years to meet this person and they just kissed you on the cheek. You wait until you're GONE before jumping up and down with your friends and squealing. If you do it there, it just makes you look like an empty-headed, herd-following fame chaser. OMG, I met someone famous. The moment you do that in front of them, you lose any chance of respect (or at least, not being filed away as "one of the crazies") that you had.

2. Do not try to shove to the front of the group, shove your playbill/t-shirt/whatever under the actor's nose, or obnoxiously shout their name. Now, if it's a large crowd and you came a long way and this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, it's fine to try to get in where you can see/reach/get something signed. But be calm. Don't shout. Wait for them to get to you. Obviously, if they skipped over you, you're allowed to call their name, but don't do it obnoxiously. Then politely hand them your desired object of signing, and don't forget to say thank you when they hand it back.

2a. If you want a photo, ASK. "Can I get a picture?" If there is hesitation on their part, unless you are GOOD FRIENDS with them (and I don't mean they recognized you from that one time, I mean they invite you to their birthday party, you've met their mother, 'hey why don't you come around for supper thursday?' FRIENDS), BACK OFF. If they seem like they don't necessarily want to take the picture, just smile and say "Never mind, don't worry about it, thank you" and be done with it. Say it sincerely, mind, not trying to change their mind. I'd say probably nine times out of ten, when faced with someone so polite, they'll say "No, it's okay, c'mere!" and you'll get your picture anyway, with a much more genuine smile from them to boot.

3. If the crowd is sparse and the actor is not in a hurry, you may get a chance to talk to them! And this is great. But as tempting as it may be, for the love of god, don't go on and on about whatever it is that they're famous for, and just ask questions about that. It's one thing, of course, to tell an actor you loved them in "X", and actors who aren't well-known will probably be glad to hear you know something of theirs, but don't just go on and on about how much you loved it. If you've seen the actor in something else? Mention it! "Oh, and I saw you in Casanova, I really liked how you played him, he almost seemed like a tragic character for all his lightheartedness, good job on that." Ask them what their favourite role ever has been. Chit chat. Treat them like you would any other person you've just met, not like this adoration-worthy god or goddess you want to worship. There are some actors, of course, who WANT the adoration in every interaction they have with fans, but they're definitely in the minority. It's one thing to know you're loved. It's another to not be able to have a normal conversation with anyone any more.

4. Very important, this one - if they're in a hurry, or you're chatting with them and they look at their watch and say "oh, I should go", or if they come out in a rush and are kind enough to take a second to talk to you or sign something? DON'T HOLD THEM UP. Be brief, be polite, smile, and get out of their way. Famous people have lives, too, and for all you know, their best friend has just gone into labour and they're trying to get to the hospital so they can be there for her.

5. Now, so far, all these tips have been for running into a famous person/not-so-famous-but-you-adore-them person at something official - an official signing, a con, a stage door, an event of some sort. If they're out just living their life, seeing a show, buying groceries, riding the subway, having dinner and drinks? DO NOT APPROACH. Seriously. I don't care how much you love them or how long you've waited to meet them or how far you've come in hopes of meeting them. DO NOT APPROACH.

5a. If you absolutely must approach for an autograph, do so quietly, politely, and swiftly. "Excuse me, Ms. Tate, I'm a big fan of your work, I was wondering if I could get an autograph." They might say no. If they do? RESPECT THIS. They might say yes and sign your object of choice. When they do, say thank you, and withdraw immediately. If they engage you in a little discussion, that's fine, but don't initiate, and make sure you're not dragging it out longer than they want it to go.



Really, the thing is Respect. If you respect these people, they're more likely to respect you. If you're the one calm and polite person in a sea of screaming fans, they are going to be grateful for your efforts, and they might even remember you a little. I know that in my stage-door experience, I've had actors remember me months later when I finally got back to the show, because when I initially met and conversed with them I was polite and respectful... and because my girlfriend was a regular and the last time he'd seen me I had a couple really nasty hickeys and he pointed them out and laughed but that's so not the point. The point is, a sane fan is something that will, in this day and age, stand out and be very welcome.

And who knows? If you're the sane, polite one who appears rather apologetic for the actions of the fans around hir, you might get a smile or a word of recognition the next time you see that person.*


Please to not be giving us sane fans a bad name.

No love,

Evie


*Note: This happens a lot more in theatre fandom, especially when you can go semi-regularly, but as I said in that brief anecdote about the hickeys, it's possible that, six months after a brief encounter with a sane fan, an actor might remember you and ask if you've gotten any more hickeys recently. While grinning like a dork and a bit of a lovable pervert. Oh, D'Monroe, how I miss thee, my slightly perverted hunk o'chocolate love.

These are not for any reason other than... I might need them. >.>

[51] Maria Jackson (SJA)


( I did it! I exploded the headmaster! )

"Warriors of Kudlak" caps from wellingtonicons
"Invasion of the Bane" caps by moi.

These are bases, you may edit them if you wish, but please comment and credit when taking any, thanking you!

* 1. Post these rules.
* 2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about their self on their journal.
* 3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people.
* 4. No tag-backs.

Because Evie tagged me, although I'm probably not going to be tagging anyone else. If you want to do it, doooo it. Otherwise... Well, see icon.

1. I am a biasthetic asexual. I appreciate beauty of both body and soul in both genders, but the thought of me, personally, having sex skeeves me out and makes me twitch all over. Sex, in general, doesn't really in theory. I can listen to people talking about it, but watching or reading hardcore sex scenes in media tend to sketch me out and I don't like writing sex at all.

2. I hate that we live in a society where people don't accept that I don't want to get married and have babies and all that jazz. No, I don't believe that I simply haven't met the right person yet. THERE IS NO RIGHT PERSON. Maybe there is a person out there that I can have a perfectly platonic relationship with for the rest of my life. Or maybe I'll live alone forever. WHATEVER. I DON'T CARE. I just adamantly refuse to get married and have children. I am not a maternal person. I could NOT live the rest of my life, having to love and support someone who isn't me for the rest of my life. I just could not do it, and I get sick and fucking tired of people telling me otherwise.

3. I don't like being around people constantly. Occasional meetings with friends? AWESOME, but I couldn't do it all the time or I'd get spazzy and stressed-out and would probably wind up snapping or eating people's faces. I'm very much a loner and like having my space. This is probably why I could probably never have a roommate if it ever came to that- Unless it was just someone who really understood me and had similar interests, I'd freak out and spazz at them all the time.

4. I am fucking terrified of driving. I just... I really don't like it at all, and will go out of my way to avoid it whenever possible. I don't know why I am- it just freaks me out, but if I had to venture a guess, it's because I am unreasonably spacey and like doing things that I don't have to concentrate hard on, because I'll get distracted and start thinking about something else while I'm in the middle of it and if it's something like driving, then I'll probably wind up killing myself. I just have very little in the way of focus.

5. I have a ridiculous head for facts and trivia. I have HUGE trivia books that I like to read when I get bored and I like trying to absorb all the information in them. My recall, however, is kinda scary in that I never know just what sorts of things I'll remember. Sometimes I'll forget some the stupidest shit ever and sometimes I'll remember weird shit that there was really no reason to remember. It's unsettling and inconsistent and weird.

6. One of the things I've ALWAYS wanted was a head for accents/voices. I respect and admire anyone who can do them and would LOVE to learn how one day. This kinda stems from the fact that one of my earliest ambitions was to be a voice actress, which is not to be as I HATE the sound of my own voice and I'm just not good at changing it.

7. My mother is my best friend in the whole world and one of the reasons I haven't moved out (other than, you know, lacking a job and monies and all that shit) is because I can't stand the thought of leaving her. I'm co-dependant on my mother and I'm twenty years old, and yeah, that sounds pretty damn pathetic and I don't care.

8. I'm irrationally paranoid about everything and tend to be very big on coming up with worst-case scenarios in bad situations. I get scared ridiculously easy and freak out over trivial things that mean nothing. I get weird, minor panic attacks and will start crying at the drop of a hat AND I HAVE NO IDEA WHY. I have never been able to have anyone tell me a straight answer, other than it's apparently an anxiety problem. I don't get depressed very easily- just frantic and upset. And I think I've taken every kind of anxiety medication known to mankind and nothing has ever worked... So... Apparently I'm just weirdly emotional.


In other news, I have Season Two of Heroes and the special edition of The Nightmare Before Christmas. I also went out for Chinese for dinner, so life is pretty awesome right now.

EDIT: And in other news David Anders is so CUTE... Even if he weirds me out when he uses his real accent, but it's being weirded out in a CUTE way.

"The... The maid's been dead for years."

* 1. Post these rules.
* 2. Each tagged person must post 8 things about their self on their journal.
* 3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 8 people.
* 4. No tag-backs.

Now, usually I'm not big on tagging people or being tagged, but this was sufficiently interesting that I thought I'd give it a go. :) SO! 8 things about me.

1. I have all the language settings on my computer set to UK English, mostly for the spellcheck function. "Traveler" always looks much more incomplete than "traveller" to me, among other things, and I'm of the belief that considering the UK includes England, home of the English language, they've probably got a bit of a one-up on any other country in the "correct spelling" category. Plus, I'm just slowly turning into a mild Anglophile. Very slowly, but surely. I blame the BBC. I'm using this as an attempt to naturally divert my spelling practices from Americanized to proper English. Hey, if it works with handwriting (making a purposeful attempt to write a letter in a certain way, leading to it being second nature), it could work with spelling, right? Though I still think "practise" looks weirder than "practice". Though apparently they're both correct? Ah, English language, how I loathe thee.

2. I have a verging-on-inappropriate adoration for both Liz White's breasts and Billie Piper's ass. Unfortunately, I've never gotten to see Ms. White's breasts outside of the confines of proper attire, but Ms. Piper's ass has been beheld in its superb and unclothed glory, and I can say that it is, indeed, the most perfect ass known to mankind. If you were to put Liz White's breasts and Billie Piper's ass together, you would have the most physically attractive (to me, anyway) person imaginable. I don't know whose face you'd put on there, but either one of them would work for me, since they're very pretty women. Yes, I'm aware that it could appear that I am completely objectifying these women in this adoration, but I'm not. They are intelligent and talented women, by all accounts, I'm just saying that if you're going for physical near-perfection? Putting their best traits together pretty much gets you there.

3. What I think and say about my sexuality and gender identity differs from day to day. Yesterday I was a gay boy in a skirt, today I'm a pansexual wishes-she-were-androgynous-looking girl, tomorrow I might be a butch dyke or a straight boi or gods-know-what. It's not me playing around because it's cool, it's just how I feel on any given day. Anyone who has a problem with that can take it elsewhere. I'm not going to criticize your sexuality or gender identity and presentation, so please don't criticize mine.

4. I am not necessarily pro-adoption. I think that if a kid in foster care ends up in a family that they really feel safe and accepted in, that adoption is great, and all the best to them, parents and kids alike. But at-birth adoptions, when the birth mother gives birth and hands the kid off to be given to another family? Sounds like a great idea in theory, and a lot of people, I'm sure, have wonderful lives from that kind of adoption. But while I ended up in a pretty good family (except for the fact that my parents - mostly my mom - are seriously fucked up in ways that most people wouldn't realize unless I told them), I've got issues stemming from that whole situation that I have yet to completely overcome. There's no way of telling if the kid being adopted will grow up just fine or have a fuckload of issues stemming from that initial abandonment, and that's why I wouldn't say I'm anti-abortion, but I'm not necessarily pro-adoption, either.

5. The first girl I ever openly and knowingly flirted with was named Virginia. I worked with her at my first job (Chipotle, woohoo), and she was she was Hispanic, three or four years older than me, four months pregnant and just starting to show, and hardly spoke any English. She had a beautiful smile and a sweet laugh, and I wanted to kiss her very badly, so I'd go home from work and kiss my boyfriend instead.

6. I would literally give up a body part to be on Doctor Who. They'd have to make it something not too aesthetically startling, of course. They could have a finger or toe or two. Or my breasts. I'd like to never have to wear a bra again. (of course, a la #3, tomorrow I probably couldn't bear to be parted with them, so take that with a grain of salt.)

7. I have made two vids (Girl Anachronism for Donna Noble and One Girl Revolution for Jenny from "The Doctor's Daughter") in my short vidding career. I would like to make more, because I seem to be much more instinctively good at it than I am at other visual mediums (see: drawing, graphics, photography, etc.), but am still unable to find a good video editing program. When I was on Windows, I just used WMM, but it had a habit of crashing after almost every change, which meant that saving after EVERY. LAST. THING. I did was crucial. And annoying. It took me about sixteen hours straight to make the Girl Anachronism vid, and most of that was fighting with the damn program to do what it was supposed to. Now that I'm on Ubuntu, I hear Kinodv is good, but I can't get my .avi clips into .dv clips so that I can do things with them in the program. Apparently the universe doesn't like me making vids.

8. I would rather be an actor who sings than a singer who acts. Granted, the world in general wouldn't recognize me as either, as I've only ever been paid once for either of those skills (oh, Sound of Music, how I loathe thee now, I hated being a nun, and I never actually got that check, dammit), but if given the chance to go record an album/sing in a band/tour/whatever that would not require acting (other than the obvious stage presence thing) vs. getting to be in a stage play/movie/television show that wouldn't require any singing, I'd take the acting. I find, though there's not too much anecdotal evidence to support this, that people are more likely to take an actor's singing career seriously (see mostly unknown examples Anthony Stewart Head and Zooey Deschenal), as opposed to a singer's acting career (see Mandy Moore and Britney Spears).


Lessee, consider yourself tagged if you want to be tagged buuuuut I would love to see this from the following people if they feel like doing it:

-Aubrey (allfireburns)
-Luisa (asoftersound)
-Magi (draegonhawke)
-Jackie (trollopfop)
-Chris (kawaiispinel)
-Seanan (cadhla)
-Phoenix (phoenixchilde)
-Britt (fordanglia)

[15] Rift quote icons

I have no context for you. None.

( And... I don't know... kittens. )

I took a break this evening at work, just as the sun was setting. I love that time of day - not the most, it's not the crisp clarity of a cloudless sky at three in the morning in January, and it's not the expectant paleness of the strange muffled quality of the world just before the sun rises, but I'm fond of it. I rarely take breaks, but today, for some reason, I was compelled to, so I stole a matchbook from behind the front register, grabbed one of my cloves, and went outside to smoke.

I must've been a sight, really, wearing my royal blue work shirt (pink t-shirt peeking out the bottom) with my red-mud broom skirt, white cuffed socks, and dark brown work shoes, perched on the hood of my car smoking a black cigarette. My hair's grown out enough that all the tiny differences in length are making themselves known, and it would appear that my hair doesn't like to grow in a uniform direction, judging by the little tufts that seem to insist on sticking out no matter what I do. I can't say I mind too much, since I really don't care too much about that sort of thing, but I suppose it does make me look a little absent-minded, at the least.

And I sat there, smoking, for about ten minutes. And in that ten minutes... nothing remarkable happened. It's the story of my life, really - going on with nothing remarkable happening. I sat there, thinking about the unremarkableness of my life, and, dissatisfied with it all, stubbed out my cigarette and went back inside to continue working.

But really, I think, remarkable can be what you make of it. Remarkable can be the sweet kid from tech support who I spoke to for a collected two and a half hours yesterday, because I kept having problems with my printer. His name was Phil, he's lived in California, South Carolina, Washington, and Illinois. He used to work in the photo department, and the only thing he misses about it is the shorter shifts. He likes working night shifts, doesn't really like overnights, can't stand mornings, and doesn't like closing. He said he's good at getting stabbing headaches to go away, and we admitted to regretting he wasn't close enough to work his magic on me.

Unremarkable, except that how often do you get to spend two hours flirting over the phone while you're at work, without getting in trouble with your manager? And one techie never gets assigned two tickets from the same store in the same day, but he did. Every time the help centre calls, now, I'm going to hope it's him, and when it's not, I'll be disappointed.

An older man came into the store yesterday to shop and have some pictures printed. He must've been at least sixty, and he was one of those customers that I'm unbearably sweet to, but am rather glad to see leave, when it comes down to it. He put through a couple of photos to be printed, and snapped a couple pictures of me as I was working and talking on the phone with Mel in cosmetics. After he finished shopping, he came to check out with me, and had to wander off a couple of times to get things he'd forgotten. I was almost done ringing him up (though I hadn't started bagging, when I took a sniff of one of the candles he was buying - a largeish candle in a glass jar labelled "Spiced Pumpkin Pie".

"Oh, that smells so good!" I exclaimed with a little laugh - I'm a chatty cashier, most of the time, especially in photo when I've been working with someone for a while. He perked up and replied, "Oh, I'll buy you one!"

"No, don't do that," I protested, because... well, I'm just the photo tech - no one should feel like they have to buy me presents, they pay me to do what I do (though not enough if you ask me).

"No, it's fine, I'll go get you one," he said, and turned to go get one before I could protest again. When he came back, I told him again that he didn't have to do that, but he didn't listen, merrily letting me ring the candle up, and then presenting it to me with a bit of a flourish.

He hadn't seemed like such a romantic earlier, not one to engage in random acts of generosity or to flirt with the 40-years-his-junior photo tech. It was a bit startling, and rather nice. I thanked him profusely, and he winked at me just before he left. I smiled for at least an hour after that.

When I got home from work, I lit the candle and enjoyed the generosity of a customer whose name I couldn't remember. It smelled very nice.

One of these days, I'm going to go to a mall or a park, and just watch people and take pictures of them. Humanity thronging. I'll go to Citrus Park, where the interior is lit nicely, with high ceilings and wide corridors, and I'll take pictures of the baby in the hat, and the boy kissing his girlfriend, and the 13-year-old girls walking arm in arm from store to store spending Daddy's money and never giving it a second thought.

And then I'll go see a movie, just for the hell of it. :)

So, what follows is the most awesome chat log in the history of awesome. (Except for the Childbirth Chat. Because NOTHING will ever beat that.)

It all started pretty innocuously... as chats are wont to do...

KawaiiSpinel: So I have five people in Torchwood.
KawaiiSpinel: Or will have.

magistrate: I have TWO.
magistrate: Three, when Jack's not... you know.
magistrate: Any more.

allfireburns: I love how all you say on that subject is "...you know".
allfireburns: WHAT IF WE DON'T KNOW?

magistrate: THEN I WILL EXPLAIN AT LENGTH
magistrate: IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT, AUB?

allfireburns: MAYBE IT IS.

( In which Aubrey gets her wish... )



...and that, ladies and gentlemen, is why I love my game.

More reason why I love my friends:


Evie: BECAUSE EVERYBODY HATES DALEKS
Aubrey: ALSO, THEY'RE DEAD.
Aubrey: EXCEPT FOR THAT ONE.
Aubrey: AND THOSE FOUR.
Aubrey: AND THOSE OTHER BILLION OR SO.
Aubrey: AND THOSE FOUR AGAIN.
Aubrey: AND THEN THAT ONE. PLUS SEVERAL BILLION. PLUS DAVROS.
L: BASICALLY DOCTOR YOU FAIL AT GENOCIDE
Aubrey: SEVERAL. TIMES. OVER.
Aubrey: OH, WAIT, I FORGOT THOSE SEVERAL THOUSAND.

My life is a little better for that. XD

Mmmph. I really don't deal well with talking much just after I've woken up. Waking up to talk to someone or someone talking to me is... really disorienting, and makes it hard to think for hours afterwards. I don't know why, but it's aggravating. I like my brain working properly.

I suppose I could make coffee, but it just seems like a lot of effort right now. *Grumble*

Whatever, I'm gonna curl up with a notebook and write something. I don't know what, I just... need to write. Maybe I'll see if there's anything to eat in this house...

And some time today I might prod at... things that need doing. Plot summaries and graphics and stuff. But right now my brain is just... bleh.

I have spent way too much time analyzing the Rift as it would look arranged in actual TV episodes, because the last several plots we've mowed through? Epic and cinematic and God, I love this game. I am so happy I was enabled into it and that I've met so many wonderful people through it, and here we are at the end of our third season after almost eight months of serious, hardcore, morally grey gaming.

Yeah, I don't know. I'm getting sentimental and flaily, because it's just so amazing how everything has come together. And I love you guys so much. ♥

In unrelated news, I finished season two of How I Met Your Mother. Marshall and Lily's vows made me cry. And Barney makes me feel better about my being terrified of driving. I was going to work on finishing S1 of Supernatural, but I couldn't concentrate on it. Bleah.

I may do something productive tomorrow... Or I may just pass out and not move for awhile. Either way!

Guys, this is why I love the kids at beyondtherift. You know, beyond the chaos and high mortality rate.

magistrate: Proposition.
Jaqui: Possible response.
magistrate: Addendum.
Jaqui: Irelevant tangent.
Evie: Quasi-related exclamation!
magistrate: Acknowledgement and amusement at irrelevant tangent. On-topic caveat and disclaimer.
thiefofvoices: Expression of dismay!
Kawaiispinel: Confused punctuation mark.
magistrate: Clarification.
thiefofvoices: Clarification.
*** Evie changed the topic to: topic reflecting humor of chat
Kawaiispinel: Emoticon reflecting amusement.
thiefofvoices: Similar emoticon, typed at almost the same time as Chris's.
Jaqui: Accusation of Chris stealing voices again.
Evie: Overly enthusiastic use of punctuation after similar emoticon
thiefofvoices: Phonetic spelling of whatever amused noise I might have made.
Ai: Silence.
Jaqui: Mention that the humor killed the chat.

In other news, Hart and Thane make my soul want to cry.

Guys. Do you have any idea how hard it is to take a really angsty thread seriously when there is a shadow!LOLcat that only one of the characters can see saying things like "u has a angry"?

ANY IDEA?

I'm going to be over here, trying not to hyperventilate from laughing. Why do I do these things to myself?

So, on the whole, I'm pleased with Ubuntu, except for a couple of minor things.

1) Youtube videos apparently don't exist. It's not Firefox, I've tried two other browsers. It's okay, I've got a bug report going.

2) Deluge (the torrent program) is downloading REAAAAAALLY SLOOOOOW. I don't know why. Am considering rebooting to see if that would help.

But yeah. Pleased with Ubuntu. It runs much smoother than Windows.

Blargh. I have been mildly out of it all day, which I'm going to blame on the fact that I woke up this morning with terrible abdominal pain, took painkillers and then konked out until three in the afternoon and I haven't been able to get into the swing of functionality completely ever since. *grumps* I have no idea what brought on that pain, but I'd like it to NEVER happen again, kthxbai.

On the plus side. There is love meme going on at good_rpers_rock and lots of nice things about the Rift have been thrown around, which makes me very happy and squeeful. And speaking of the Rift... Well, monstrous events are in store for the next several days. Most of them are breaky and make me want to curl up and cry, although tomorrow there is spykids and that pleases me immensely.

The good news is we're getting a lot more happy than I anticipated us getting before the EPIC BREAK OF EPIC happens.

...Yes, I have nothing constructive to say today.

I'm a little posting whore today, ain't I? Huh. Go figure.

Anyway, I recently got an install disc of Ubuntu, a linux-based OS that is, frankly, rather awesome. I only have one problem, but it's with one specific chat client, and I can get different ones if I decide to use Ubuntu permanently. I'm currently booting from the disc, so I don't have to actually install it. Running from the disc, the site says, will cause it to run slower than it would when actually installed.

Considering it is already running significantly faster than my windows does? I don't have a problem with this. Not to mention the fact that it'll probably be MUCH nicer to me in terms of vid-making. Considering WMM CRASHES every time I try to make a vid.

The only thing is that if I install Ubuntu, I don't have any way to reinstall Windows. Which, y'know, doesn't strike me as a problem. Unless, of course, I hit a snag somehow and realize that WTF I'm insane for wanting to run Ubuntu GIVE ME WINDOOOOOWS!

Soooo... a quick poll!

Poll #1244854 Ubuntuuuuu!
Open to: All, detailed results viewable to: All

Should I install Ubuntu as my OS?

Why did you pick your selection?

On a scale of 1 to 10, how awesome is Jackie? (default, if you don't know her, is 10)

So. Rifters.

Have a little love.

(Jackie? You especially want to click that link. ♥ )

So there's a love meme going around good_rpers_rock. Rift kids, you may have a little love over here. Just maybe.