What Would UNCLE Do?

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

There's a really annoying bit of nonsense happening on fanfiction.net, the big site that so many of us have posted to, read and enjoyed.  Now it seems that, as often happens, some bullies have come onto the playground and are threatening to ruin our fun by inserting their pugnacious, irritating selves into everyone's business.  
There is a petition you can sign that will hopefully sway the administrators into taking action here.
At this point it seems to be the most proactive thing we can do, and hopefully it will have some impact.  I hate to think that we lose ff.net over some imbecilic actions by a small group whose battle cry is nullified by their hoodlum like tactics.  No amount of self-gratifying posturing can make you holy if what you do is so completely mean spirited.  You can quote me on that.
Let's not surrender what has been ours to a group of newcomers looking to squat on someone else's property.

What Would UNCLE Do?

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

There's a really annoying bit of nonsense happening on fanfiction.net, the big site that so many of us have posted to, read and enjoyed.  Now it seems that, as often happens, some bullies have come onto the playground and are threatening to ruin our fun by inserting their pugnacious, irritating selves into everyone's business.  
There is a petition you can sign that will hopefully sway the administrators into taking action here.
At this point it seems to be the most proactive thing we can do, and hopefully it will have some impact.  I hate to think that we lose ff.net over some imbecilic actions by a small group whose battle cry is nullified by their hoodlum like tactics.  No amount of self-gratifying posturing can make you holy if what you do is so completely mean spirited.  You can quote me on that.
Let's not surrender what has been ours to a group of newcomers looking to squat on someone else's property.

Goskomizdat

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

"What are you looking at, Illya?"

The blond didn't look up at the question, merely kept his eyes fixed on the page he was typing. He felt uneasy; a stab of something long suppressed was trying to escape from the depths in which it should remain. Illya knew his fears were illogical; he could write a letter to the editor of the New York Times and not be targeted by Goskomizdat, the agency of Soviet censorship that handled all printed materials. No one would be reading his letter with the intention of finding the offending party and hauling him to the gulag or putting him in front of a firing squad.

"I am writing a letter, Napoleon. Please, I need to concentrate."

( read on... )

Goskomizdat

[glennagirl.livejournal.com]

"What are you looking at, Illya?"

The blond didn't look up at the question, merely kept his eyes fixed on the page he was typing. He felt uneasy; a stab of something long suppressed was trying to escape from the depths in which it should remain. Illya knew his fears were illogical; he could write a letter to the editor of the New York Times and not be targeted by Goskomizdat, the agency of Soviet censorship that handled all printed materials. No one would be reading his letter with the intention of finding the offending party and hauling him to the gulag or putting him in front of a firing squad.

"I am writing a letter, Napoleon. Please, I need to concentrate."

( read on... )