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well, fascinating news! In further developments to my experience of #fandom, I am now in receipt of Twitter-threats of plagiarism on my badlibrarian account (@TheBadLibrarian). How simply par for the course!

Plagiarism via feeding through an AI meatgrinder, and then this drooling fanscummer/fanscummers taking credit for it as they disseminate 'their' horrid shit-coated 'creation'. Dear old #fandom! Always disgusting, never surprising! I expect the simply vile disgustopigs feel they have not had their boots licked and arses kissed sufficiently, and are therefore completely justified in attempting to destroy someone's life.

Poisonous narc-turds of #fandom ahoy!!

ETA: yep AI dogshit is dogshit, however you chop it, it's still fat smelly shit. oh wow i wrotes a pome!!




ETA2: well, well, well! and here was I, thinking that threats of plagiarism were as stinkybulging nasty and downright disgusting as fandom could possibly get! Sadly - but not surprisingly - I was wrong! Now I have at least one libelshitty fanporker trying to paint me as a paedophile. No, not shittin' ya! The delicate irony of the sitch being, of course, that [name redacted] has some genuinely creepy pervturdery amongst its early 'work'... Projectionpervporkers of #fandom, check 'em out!

Oh, how? Grounds? Well, settle in and grab a cuppa. I'm having CBT therapy for OCD. ... What? Well, ain't that enough? do the math, kiddies: I have OCD. I have to check the old homestead out re: security, safety, risk assessments etc. like it's the Franklin Mint before I leave, and worry about it when I'm out. andddd... A symptom, for some folk, of OCD, is 'intrusive thoughts'. e.g. you might suddenly think how easy it would be to murder someone. Or feel an urge, crossing a bridge, to jump off it. Or you might - some folk do - have a sudden panicked thought that you might be a pedo - irrespective of any evidence for that. As it happens, I don't have that symptom. It wouldn't make me a kiddy-interferer if I did: it just so happens that I don't.

But what does that matter to a projectingperv crimporker of fandom, bent on destruction and hate? Ignore the facts: snoop the email, hack the private info, work the narc tactics, send in the enablers and destroy, destroy, destroy...

Alex Ankarr wants to read
Thief of Time by Terry PratchettThief of Time (Discworld, #26)
by Terry Pratchett

Do I? don't recall adding that, lovey... hmmmMMMhmmmm.

me return to my original theme, for I pray you will indulge me in my tangents, and believe I do indeed have a fine thing to tell you! For Mrs Long, it appears, has it on the authority of Mrs Bennet that they expect a most fascinating new visitor - and one who may be in a position

to do the husbandless daughters of the Bennet family a bit of good!" She twinkled around at her social circle: and Darcy read stolidly on, while Charles Bingley looked a mite discomfited, and fidgeted a bit while looking back and forth from sister to sister. "And you will never

guess!" she assured Mrs Hurst. "For I am sure you remember that the Bennet estate is entailed, do you not, sister?" "Oh, a very sad thing," Mrs Hurst nodded, solemnly. "A terrible sad thing, for any family with nothing but daughters! A dreadful thing for dear Jane! Only think

of what a good husband such a pretty girl might have got herself, but for such an unfortunate happenstance! I am sure I am most thankful that our parents were wise enough to make sure to produce an heir, or heaven knows where we should be!" "Oh, you'd be well enough, even without

me ever having been born," Charles assured her - a mite more short and abrupt in manner than was his usual delightful and convivial wont. "For an entailed estate's a thing unheard of in the world of woollens and exports and factory floors and production lines, I assure you of it.

Both you fine ladies would have been quite well enough, and well provided for by our good father, even if I'd never drawn breath. So you see, I'm nothing but a needlessly extravagant luxury, and you could quite well have done without me, and never missed me! Or would you have

missed me a bit, do you think? Eh, Caz? Vicky?" he quizzed them. To right good effect, for both women were hurried in their assurances that he would have been most terribly missed, in a world which had never known him. And they were hurried, indeed, to move on from such a dre

me return to my original theme, for I pray you will indulge me in my tangents, and believe I do indeed have a fine thing to tell you! For Mrs Long, it appears, has it on the authority of Mrs Bennet that they expect a most fascinating new visitor - and one who may be in aposition

to do the husbandless daughters of the Bennet family a bit of good!" She twinkled around at her social circle: and Darcy read stolidly on, while Charles Bingley looked a mite discomfited, and fidgeted a bit while looking back and forth from sister to sister. "And you will never

guess!" she assured Mrs Hurst. "For I am sure you remember that the Bennet estate is entailed, do you not, sister?" "Oh, a very sad thing," Mrs Hurst nodded, solemnly. "A terrible sad thing, for any family with nothing but daughters! A dreadful thing for dear Jane! Onlythink

of what a good husband such a pretty girl might have got herself, but for such an unfortunate happenstance! I am sure I am most thankful that our parents were wise enough to make sure to produce an heir, or heaven knows where we should be!" "Oh, you'd be well enough,evenwithout

me ever having been born," Charles assured her - a mite more short and abrupt in manner than was his usual delightful and convivial wont. "For an entailed estate's a thing unheard of in the world of woollens and exports and factory floors and production lines, I assure you ofit.

Both you fine ladies would have been quite well enough, and well provided for by our good father, even if I'd never drawn breath. So you see, I'm nothing but a needlessly extravagant luxury, and you could quite well have done withoyut me, and never missed me! Or would you have

missed me a bit, do you think? Eh, Caz? Vicky?" he quizzed them. To right good effect, for both women were hurried in their assurances that he would have been most terribly missed, in a world which had never known him. And they were hurried,indeecd, to move on from such a dre

"We know that very well, Charles," he felt himself moved to comment. "I cannot feel any great pride over my failings, when I remember that I have not yet trained you out of it!" Miss Caroline Bingley squealed with laughter at this little epigram, and Mrs Hurst obediently followed


her example, although Darcy would cheerfully have sworn that she had not the least idea why she was affecting to be laughing her ninny head off. "Oh, you are such a wit, Mr Darcy!" Miss Caroline accused him, now, with wickedly mischievous eyes, or so she no doubt fondly imagined.

"I swear, I had thought myself like to die from amusement, to hear you so pin down Charles' foolishness and spear him with your wit!" (Good God. It was enough to make a fellow wish he had never opened his mouth in the first place, or at least that he could remember never to

indulge his own fancy while the brazen piece was present and liable to lie in wait to forcibly admire him for the most inane word out of his mouth. In any case, he was rapidly saved from any response, for Miss Bingley's attention returned, reliably as ever, to herself and her own

concerns. "Well, as I say, Vicky," she continued earnestly, in the absence of encouragement from Darcy's direction to continue in her worshipful commentary, "there was that dismal little Long woman, and she would have nothing for it but to insist on a little conversation with me.

I could not but indulge her, and what do you know but that it was a very good thing that I did so, after all! For you know that she is very well acquainted with the Bennets - which does them no credit in my eyes, sister, for as you well know, whatever one might say to their

about their fashion - and their sense - and their worldly wisdom - and the younger daughters! - and the MOTHER! - well, the father is at least - one cannot argue it, quite - a gentleman, and decently set up as far as land and capital. All the more reason, then, that they should not

encourage the likes of Mrs Long with quite so much condescension and kindness. Sometimes the kindest thing that one may do for one's social inferiors is a good memorable snub, to put them in their place and to make them aware of it, if they have not the sense but to go around

accosting their superiors as if they were on an equal footing, and might do so with impunity!" At this Mrs Hurst positively squealed with a wordlessly porcine, emphatic agreement - liberally assisted by the liberal serving of madeira wine in her glass - but with a depth and fervour of

feeling she but rarely evinced, largely because a good deal of the time she was but barely able to make a decent fist of comprehending the airy heights of the conversation going on about her. "Oh, Vicky my love, I know! I declare, these little social tragedies," Miss Bingley

mused, "and so many of them could be put right if one might have the wrong class of people simply black-balled from attendance at gatherings with one's own sort, and escorted from the premises so that they get a good idea of their true standing in this world! In any case, let

we know that vewry well, Charles," he felt himself moved to comment. "I cannot feel any great pride over my failings, when I remember that I have not yet trained you out of it!" Miss Croling Bingley squealed with laughter at this little epigram, and Mrs Hurst obedientlyfollowed


her example, although Darcy would cheerfully have sworn that she had not the least idea why she was affecting to be laughing her ninny head off. "Oh, you are such a wit, Mr Darcy!" Miss Caroline accused him, now, with wickedly mischeivous eyes, or so she no doubt fondly imagined

"I swear, I had tho0ught myself like to die from amusement, to hear you so pin down Charles foolishness and spear him with your wit!" (good God. It was enough to make a fellow wish he had never opened his mouth in the first place, or at tleast that he could remember never to

indulge his own fancy while the brazen piece was present and liable to lie in wait to forcibly admire him for the most inane word out ofhis mouth. In any case, he was rapidly saved from any response, for Miss Bingley's attention returned, reliably as ever, to herself and her own

concenrs. "Well, as I say, Vicky," she conitnued earnestly, in the absence of encouragement from Darcy's direction to continue in her worshipful commentary, "there was that dismal little Long woman, and she would have nothing for it but to insist on a little conversation with me

I could not but indulge her, and what do you know but that it was a very good thing that I did so, after all! For you know that she is very well acquainte dwith the Bennets - which does them no credit in my eyes, sister, for as you well know, whatever one might say to their

about thier fashion - and their sense - and their worldly wisdom - adn the yonger daughters! -and the MOTHER! - well, the father is at least - one cannot argue it, quite - a gentleman, and decently set up as far as land and capital. All the more reason, then, that they shouldnot

encourage the likes of Mrs Long with quite so much condescention and kindness. Sometimes the kindest thing that one may do for one's social inferiors is a good memorable snub, to put them in their place and to make them aware of it, if they have not the sense but to go around

accosting their superiors as if they were on an equal footing, and might do so with impunity!" At this Mrs Hurst positively squealed with a wordless, emphatic agreement - liberally assisted by the liberal serving of madeira wine in her glass - but with a depth and fervour of

feeling she but rarely evinced, largely because a good d3eal of the time she was but barely able to make a decent fist of comprehending the airy heights of the conversation going on about her. "Oh, Vicky my love, I know! I declare, these little social tragedies," Miss Bingely

mused, "and so many of them could be put right if one might have the wrong class of people simply black-balled from attendance at gatherings with one's own sort, and escort4ed from the premises so that they get a good idea fo their true standing in this world! In any case, let

why are all these blocked unfollowed turds still on my feed?

seriously, how do you get creeperturds you don't follow off your feed?

how many people I don't actually follow on my feed now? wow.

my read books list is interestingly fucked up. and a book mysteriously added of its own volition hmmm-hhhm-mmmm.