Human kind cannot bear very much reality.
- T. S. Eliot, Burnt
Norton, 1935
"Creative" is just another way to say "kicked-in-the-head".
- Donna
Barr's 24 Hour Comic, 2002
My dear, sweet fandom,
I love you. Really I do. Even when the ship wars are raging and somebody's head is pasted on yay, you entertain me like nothing else. You've turned the recently-gendered Blaise from a single name into a fascinating character, and even though you keep bringing Sirius back from the dead, you still manage to provide Mad-Eye Moody with a little sympathetic smut.
You've got no respect for authority, but sometimes that can be a really good
thing. Just think, if nobody butchered their Latin grammar, I'd never get the
chance to make long pompous
posts
about the historical use of the gerundive. Sure, we have to deal with plagurizing
scumbags, perpetual
mod wars, and Mary Sues raping canon like there's no tomorrow,
but it's that basic anarchy that makes a place for
fiendlingto draw bacon
chaps on Lucius Malfoy, and, really, what would we do without bacon
chaps?
You give me plot bunnies, force me to reason with greater precision than I could have expected, and occasionally turn me into a pile of wibbling mush. You wake up my roommates in the middle of the night when I cannot contain my laughter. You've eaten my free time, and that's not necessarily a bad thing.
Because I love you so much, I've made an attempt to give back a little of what you gave me. It's not much, but you can be sure it's a labor of love. A little Photoshop here, a little PHP there, and that's my contribution. My fingerpaint masterpiece, if you will.
I hope you like it.
Love,
me



