Tikatu's Travels Through Time

Within just a day, I’ve had the pleasure of hauling out my Thunderbirds knowledge (with all the attendant books and other paraphernalia) to help a couple of fellow fanfic writers and personal friends. It was certainly fun, especially all the stuff about Alan Tracy’s educational background. Add to this my posting the first chapter of one of my short stories (Burning Muses) at AO3 and uploading a new post to my RP, and I’m full of Thunderbirds at the moment. It’s given me quite a hunger for fic and for writing or editing what I already have up. I edited the first chapter of Burning Muses, making it tighter. In many respects it was like my edit of the little scene I wrote a few days ago. The changes I made brought forth Brains’s voice and made him less … poetic. (Because if Brains is anything, it is NOT poetic.)

Then, there was the chatter at the dinner table. We went from Gosford Park to Downton Abbey (which we have not seen) to Acorn (which streams Downton Abbey), and then to Netflix – where movies are more plenteous in DVD than in streaming. This led to BBC America (and how we could get it on cable), to other premium cable services, to Game of Thrones and whether or not the TV series matched the novels. That particular thought brought out movies that didn’t match their source material – Boy #2 brought up the Percy Jackson movie (The Lightning Thief). This brought the whole shebang back to … Thunderbirds! The Girl’s comment: “I knew there was another kids movie like that! ” Hubby brought up that Frakes had said in an post-film interview that he directed the movie that the producers wanted, even though he knew the fans would be “annoyed by it” (Hubby’s words, not Frakes’s.) I promptly chimed in. “Annoyed? Annoyed?” Which, of course, is far too mild a term to describe the old guard’s intense hatred of the film.

Maybe if he’d stayed closer to the source material, we’d have had another Thunderbirds movie. After all,  there will be another Percy Jackson film, coming out this year.

Some fandoms get all the luck…

Have you ever had someone in your life who wants to rewrite their history? Instead of being seen as acting selfish, or vain, or jealous, or generally unhinged, they want you to edit things you have said to make them look good? To remove those times when they were selfish, or vain, or jealous, or whatever else they might have done?

I have.

Since 2006, someone has been so obsessed with the way they look to others that they’ve wanted me to erase or lock or ignore what they’ve said and did to me… mostly by harassing me into locking up journal entries that showed a less-than-perfect side to them. The main portion of the harassment happened in August 2008 (two full years after the event that made me vent so strongly about it), but just today I received two more emails about that whole subject. I really should have gone with what I’d said in my last missive to this woman back in 2008, and opened up all the posts to public scrutiny. Since she contacted me twice, even after I specifically told her not to, I will likely file a complaint with her ISP. She has written me emails using new addresses that I’ve had to block. She has been stalking my blogs and my personal sites, and the whole gist of it is, that though I forgave her of what she did long, long ago, she can’t let it go. She won’t let it go. She has to look perfect, and so she wants all that time, and everything she did and said swept under the rug and forgotten.

During the last bout of harassment, I really tried to be patient. I tried to explain my side of things. I did as much as I was going to… which fell short of actually deleting my vents and complaints about what happened. And when some of those vents and posts reappeared due to a migration from one service to another, that’s when she decided it was time to revisit the situation. So, since she couldn’t contact me using my new blog, she had to stalk my personal site and contact me from there. She knew that she couldn’t use my normal address as I had probably blocked all the addresses she had used before. In fact, I think she used one of her mother’s addresses to email me this time. Her second email (after I’d specifically told her not to respond) just showed me how much she just has to excuse her actions.

In that last email, she promised to stop. Somehow, I know that if I write anything at all about the situation again, I’ll be hearing from her… unless, that is, her ISP takes her internet privileges away.

This post is public, which I warned her I would make it. Comments by non-friends are screened by default. If you want any more information on the specifics, I will be glad to give them to you.