Some fucker hacked Alice's blog. She's recooping at this spot on wordpress.
I can't fucking say how much this boils my blood, even beyond the fact that one of my favorite blogs, written by one of my favorite people, has been compromised.
I am a writer. Or at least, I try to be.
Anyone who fucks with what I write had better hope that they're on witness protection. It's that simple.
There are some basic rules of interacting with people that decent and civilized people take for granted. You don't mess with their car or house, You don't mess with their family, you don't mess with their friends, you don't mess with their s/o, and you sure as shit don't FUCKING MESS WITH THEIR WORK. The fuckers who can't get a grip on that are below my mention. To channel some HST, "I piss down the throats of these Nazis. And I am too old to worry about whether they like it or not. Fuck Them.
There's one person who's crossed that line with me, and he has no idea how greatful he should be that I never found out who he was.
I was writing a one-act play for my high school dramatics society my senior year. I was working on my last draft at the school's computer lab and was just about done when someone, I forget who and for what reason, diverted my attention and I left the keyboard. I came back, and printed out what I thought to be my final draft, and turned it in ten minutes later in class. A couple of days later, it came back with red ink in various places. I read it over. Entire passages were missing, and at arbitrary, nonsensical points profanity was inserted. It read like I was suffering from some sort of manual Tourette's. It turned out that someone had sat down at the computer I'd vacated and vandalized my work. As a result, my play wasn't even considered for performance. I was livid.
There is a cruel, brutal side to me. You've probably seen it surface from time to time, and in fact it's a driving force of my sense of humor. But for the most part, it's benign. In general, I'm a peaceable sort of guy. It takes a lot for that part of me to show itself fully. Suffice to say, that guy was lucky.
So, love and hugs to Alice. Don't let the cretins get you down.