Oh help

Having a moment of premenstrual social phobia panic about Gally. After cocking up at Chicago TARDIS year before last I'll be on rather better behaviour, but I'll still need to do the Chicks Dig Time Lords panel, and there and elsewhere I'm going to be surrounded by people I've clashed with online. My perception, in fact, is that wherever I go at the con, the crowd will be thinking "Oh noes, it's that overentitled racist misogynist wank magnet."

No, OK, Kate, think this through. IRL people almost never act the way they do in cyberspace, including you. It's very rare for someone to make a personal attack during a panel. For that matter, you've changed your online style, partly due to the hard lesson of that bad panel in Chicago - bit more relaxed, bit more gentle. Surely that's going to translate to the real world. Plus, like everyone online, you overestimate the number of people who hold a given opinion - whether about the show or about you. And that bad panel didn't stop you from having a blast at other panels.

So. One corner of online politics is not the whole of fandom. I'm not likely to end up in an actual confrontation. If a discussion becomes heated, I know to step back and chill out and shut up :). It'll all be good anxiety therapy. It'll be fine, like it almost always is.

I'm still never going to WisCon, though.

(You know, I really really ought to flock this posting, but fandom's full of people with social phobia, some of whom are probably thinking similar aaaaargh thoughts about the con. We ought to form a club. Hermits United. And wear a badge, a smiley or something, which indicates "I'm shy too.")

And in unrelated news

I've finally got up the courage to attack the Irvine Welsh Omnibus, which I snagged from the second hand bookshop ages ago, and I'm halfway through Trainspotting. Which only makes the burgeoning Twitter meme #filmsmadescottish even funnier. I am barking with helpless laughter. A few examples for those of you who haven't succumbed: A View to a Kilt, The Man With Two Bairns, High Dunoon, The Burds, Scone with the wind, 3:10 to yer ma, Dude geez a pound tae watch yer motor, Weans World, Teenage Mutant Ginger Turtles. ETA: The Hitchhikers Guide to the Gaelic Sea, A Glasgow Kiss Before Dying,

Ph33r my hat-wearing snakes

Ah. Good. Fighting spirit coming to the rescue. Now, honest disagreements, squabbles, and cockups are one thing - I can always do better there. But when it comes to malicious, dishonest gossip, I am not the one is shameful, harmful, marginal, and just plain ugly.

Cobra in effect, bitchez!



Two snakes wearing hats. Count 'em!

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&*)^%&*)%&*)! I got my blood sugars back down after the Xmas panic - now they're back up again. I mean, ffs, 13.7, something like six hours after eating, including an hour at the gym. What gives, body?!

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Oh for fucking fuck's sake. One of the side effects of Questran - the drug I've stopped taking after twenty-three years - is that it lowers your blood glucose. They're actually trialling it as a new diabetes therapy. No wonder my blood sugars have gone up! The question is, what the hell do I do now? Go see my endocrinologist, that's what.