nike: Harley and Ivy: "We killed him!  Oh well, no great loss." (Harley and Ivy no great loss)
My mom's constantly trying to get me to join Facebook so she can "keep up with me". Just today, she's tried something different. She's joined Google+ and invited me to join as well. It took me a minute and a quick search to remember what Google+ was and why I quickly undid my account with them when they automatically signed me up because I use gmail and then got lost in, you know, rereading about the whole nymwars in general.

Honestly, I'm still a little ticked at Google for the whole "your YouTube account name must match the name you used when setting up your gmail account tee-hee!", although they earned a few points back for asking why I didn't want to change it right then and there (even if they didn't offer my reasoning as one of the options, so I had to choose "other") and in the end not actually changing it at all. Not enough to make up for the points they lost for making me panic at all and checking that I didn't actually have my legal name on my gmail account info. (I don't, by the way. I signed up as Nike Victory. Which explains why my brother-in-law asked who the hell I was the first time I replied to one of the emails my sister sends. :D)

Anyways, some of the conversations I didn't stumble across the first time around on the nymwars has been rather enlightening on why I'm the way I am. I was born in the early 80s and like many kids born around this time, my first introduction to the internet came with the constantly reinforced caveat that if you went online, you didn't give your RL info to anybody. This was not only reinforced by all the computer classes I took in school, but later on when I met people who had a very good reason to separate their online and offline identities (*waves* You know who are). I am, as a result, next to impossible to find online if I don't personally clue you in. And not just my real name, either (Google search only finds one thing that's actually me, and it dates back to when I was in high school). Nike is, of course, incredibly common. Nkvictory, which I use on sites I can't use Nike or Nike Victory, is, oddly enough, also the name of a common type of rapeseed (canola, for the Americans in the audience). Nike Victory only brings up my DeviantArt account, and since I haven't attached that to anything, it can easily be mistaken as belonging to the person who's Nike Victory on Twitter (who is very obviously not me, considering they also have their "real name" attached).

My brothers, despite not being that much younger than me, didn't take the computer classes offered at my school (because the idiot doing the scheduling scheduled it at the same time as FFA, because of course the Future Farmers of America don't need to know how to work a computer *rolls eyes*). Mom, likewise, didn't have internet access until she divorced my Dad and moved to a much less rural area. The end result is that Mom and my brothers discovered the internet at their own, unsupervised, pace right about the time Facebook was coming out and revolutionizing ideas about anonymity. The end result? They don't understand that, like many people my age, I have a mild panic attack when asked for personal information online and look at any site that frowns upon pseudonyms with great suspicion.

Dad's the closest to understanding my gut reaction - I still don't have an email address for him, despite the fact I know he now has internet access - and probably why my brothers don't bother me much about social networking. Mom, who has no desire to keep in touch with Dad, doesn't get it at all. Even then, it wouldn't be so bad if my gut reaction to her wasn't, "I love you, but I don't want you in my safe spaces" so I can't even bring myself to point out alternatives to the type of sites I'll never join.

I don't think it would even do any good in the long run. Heck, you guys know me. Even at my most active, I don't tend to post a lot. You guys don't need to know when I'm going to the bathroom (unless I'm in a chat session with you, and even then it's more brb than anything detailed). Mom doesn't need to know I sometimes write porn. And someday she's just going to have to accept that I'm not going to join Facebook or Google+ and face the fact that I'm just not that chatty.

I'm Alive!

Jun. 19th, 2010 07:45 pm
nike: Heart-shaped sweets for the sweetheart. (chocolate heart)
First I was distracted by my fic (well over 60,000 words now), then I had to switch apartments which means, yes, moving. Then I was without internet until the previous occupants' internet expired and I could get the self-set-up (cheaper). I got that the evening before I was scheduled to leave for my sister's in Utah, which gave me just enough time to shift through most of my email and print the map I needed before bedtime.

Got back from Utah late yesterday and spent it catching up on email mostly. And getting food because what little I left is the stuff that can last for a week by itself but doesn't make a meal in and of itself.

Utah was gorgeous, especially since it was rainy here in Colorado when I left. Went to the zoo, went shopping at the mall they made out of the old Winter Olympic Village in Salt Lake, when to an amusement park, took one of my nieces to summer camp.

Both of my nieces are teenagers now... I'm actually closer in age to my oldest niece than to my sister. As a result, I'm the cool aunt who apparently got them addicted to Peter Pan of all things. Heh. Definitely my fault. I used to tell them Peter Pan stories before bedtime. My first forays into fiction were actually crosses between Peter Pan fanfiction and original fiction before I moved into original fiction by itself - and then later discovered fanfiction on the internet. Mom always wondered why I never wrote the stories I told them down, but even then I was aware of copyright. It wouldn't be until college that I started writing down the fanfictions playing through my head.

My nieces are also turning into talented artists. I'd be jealous if it wasn't for the fact they admire my own drawing and writing skills. Eldest niece even read part of my current fic. She wished I'd brought the beginning with me because I only brought the notebook with the part I'm currently on (which starts about 40,000 words in), and as a result she had no idea what was going on but found what was there utterly engrossing. I'm gonna have to get her into fanfiction, but it's going to have to wait until she leaves for college. Her parents monitor her and her sister's internet usage (another reason beyond being frickin' busy all week why I didn't check DW/LJ - you guys are awesome, but not all of you are exactly safe for work - or busybody parents) and they're very conservative. I've actually had words with this sister about our differing stances on gay marriage. My niece, K., however, happily read some scenes featuring m/m innuendo so I think she'll be fine.

Anyway, I've been gone long enough that there's no way I'm gonna be able to play catch-up. Anything important happen while I was gone? Talk to me, peeps. :D


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