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29 Oct 2004
a pro romance writer had her computers and everything she owns related to writing confiscated by the fbi for doing research on cambodian terrorism for a novel set there.
The raid took place last fall, pre-dawn, and it lasted three hours. They banged at my front door first, damaged it coming in, displayed weapons and threatened to kill my dogs. After that, imagine everything you've ever seen on TV, only worse. There were six male agents. One was in the "bad cop" mode the entire time, trying to intimidate me, yelling at me, threatening me. When I had to use the restroom, he sent an agent along to the bathroom with me. It was a multi-agency raid: Postal Inspectors (for the Web site/e-mail end of it), the FBI, and three officers who would only identify themselves as Federal Police. They took so much -- computers, photocopier, files, books, discs, computer programs, CDs of the music by which I write, contracts, absolutely everything I had connected to the writing world. They took pictures off my walls, my office television, pens, a case of paper, postage stamps ... even now, after all these months, I still go to get something only to discover it missing.
The raid took place last fall, pre-dawn, and it lasted three hours. They banged at my front door first, damaged it coming in, displayed weapons and threatened to kill my dogs. After that, imagine everything you've ever seen on TV, only worse. There were six male agents. One was in the "bad cop" mode the entire time, trying to intimidate me, yelling at me, threatening me. When I had to use the restroom, he sent an agent along to the bathroom with me. It was a multi-agency raid: Postal Inspectors (for the Web site/e-mail end of it), the FBI, and three officers who would only identify themselves as Federal Police. They took so much -- computers, photocopier, files, books, discs, computer programs, CDs of the music by which I write, contracts, absolutely everything I had connected to the writing world. They took pictures off my walls, my office television, pens, a case of paper, postage stamps ... even now, after all these months, I still go to get something only to discover it missing.
why the fuck to people start and join fanlistings?
'the fuck' = expression of ... EXTREME nature of confusion. please, explain it to me. i know what they are and their stated purpose, so that isn't what i'm looking for. but like, what makes the connection between 'i like this idea' and the fanlist-joining? it's not like a fanCLUB. the friendship of russel and paul is a great thing, but we're STILL all warmfuzzying about it separately, y'know?
ps read chevalier's the lady and the unicorn today. v nice.
'the fuck' = expression of ... EXTREME nature of confusion. please, explain it to me. i know what they are and their stated purpose, so that isn't what i'm looking for. but like, what makes the connection between 'i like this idea' and the fanlist-joining? it's not like a fanCLUB. the friendship of russel and paul is a great thing, but we're STILL all warmfuzzying about it separately, y'know?
ps read chevalier's the lady and the unicorn today. v nice.
PSI: molly ivins to the rescue
29 Oct 2004 04:27 pmIf you have trouble on Election Day, call (866) OUR-VOTE, set up by the Election Protection Coalition.
(only for americans i'm afraid.)
(only for americans i'm afraid.)
i just realized that i've become, like, dom saturated. i see so many icons of him that i am sick of them. i saw one today and it was the last straw. a little voice in my head said 'ew, good god, again?' and it was a very striking and well-made icon, too. i thought about it, and realized i'm starting to dislike him, too. in fic, for instance, but that might just be his fanon characterization. i didn't even know something like this could happen. it's so bizarre. i used to like him so much! has something like this ever happened to anyone else?