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Jan. 17th, 2023 01:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
tracker7Anxiety’s hitting tonight, along with an unhealthy mix of restlessness and misanthropy.
I used to be a decent writer, and I can still turn a phrase now and then. As such, I worked up a pretty good blurb for a demo game session - a little atmospheric, maybe, but it fit pretty well with the vibe of the source material. And I find last night that some joker had copied it word-for-fucking-word to promote his own game session. When I confronted him about it, his response was “LOL I could never come up with something that good so I just copied yours. It was meant to be flattery.” Well, look, fucker, “flattery” is “Hey, man, that was really good.” Not plagiarism. So, yes, I raised hell with him and with the event organizer who knowingly went along with this fuckery. The blurb for the game was changed this afternoon, and while I won’t say that I’m happy, I’m satisfied.
Still going to Cincy for a con this coming weekend, with low expectations. One of my games has all of one seat of five claimed, and the other has three. I signed up for three other events, and do hope to get to play them. Mostly, I’m looking forward to just getting away from work and home for a while. HR’s not happy with it, but that’s their problem.
I am just tired and cranky of late, and my normal level of self-dislike has really cranked itself up lately. I don’t quite hate my life, but I can sure see that state coming around the bend. Too much time spent unproductive, intellectually idle. And that’s just part of the feedback loop that, ultimately, keeps me in this terminal funk. Some nights, I’m able to bang out a couple hundred words, and so help me, it feels good, but when I get home and try to keep things going, I just stall out and go slack-jawed.
I used to be a decent writer, and I can still turn a phrase now and then. As such, I worked up a pretty good blurb for a demo game session - a little atmospheric, maybe, but it fit pretty well with the vibe of the source material. And I find last night that some joker had copied it word-for-fucking-word to promote his own game session. When I confronted him about it, his response was “LOL I could never come up with something that good so I just copied yours. It was meant to be flattery.” Well, look, fucker, “flattery” is “Hey, man, that was really good.” Not plagiarism. So, yes, I raised hell with him and with the event organizer who knowingly went along with this fuckery. The blurb for the game was changed this afternoon, and while I won’t say that I’m happy, I’m satisfied.
Still going to Cincy for a con this coming weekend, with low expectations. One of my games has all of one seat of five claimed, and the other has three. I signed up for three other events, and do hope to get to play them. Mostly, I’m looking forward to just getting away from work and home for a while. HR’s not happy with it, but that’s their problem.
I am just tired and cranky of late, and my normal level of self-dislike has really cranked itself up lately. I don’t quite hate my life, but I can sure see that state coming around the bend. Too much time spent unproductive, intellectually idle. And that’s just part of the feedback loop that, ultimately, keeps me in this terminal funk. Some nights, I’m able to bang out a couple hundred words, and so help me, it feels good, but when I get home and try to keep things going, I just stall out and go slack-jawed.