I drew my mother a card for Mother's Day...she wanted me to write her a poem, but the fact is that I'm really not very good at poetry, especially the kind that expresses filial love. Most of the poetry I write is not about myself, it's about my characters, and when it's about me it's usually whiny sob-poetry that no one wants to read anyway.

I am at once pleased and dismayed by the rapid growth of Zim fanfiction on ff.net. Pleased because it's nice that it has a fast growing fandom, but dismayed because most of it really sucks. I mean, seriously. I writhe in agony at the sheer badness of these stories. And what's really agonizing is that sometimes they're written well enough, but the situation and characterization seem very off and weird. They're not my characters so I can't really say 'Oh, they would never do that in ten milleniums, you crazy monkeys', but it's definitely stuff I have a hard time picturing.

I only comment on a very few of these stories even though I've read most all of them (unless the description was just so repugnant that even it alone caused my insides to squirm with fear and pain), and I've read most of the posts at the related message board. I lurk at very, very many message boards. I have been reading some boards for years that I have posted at maybe once, and quite often not at all. This is mainly because I, being dull, have nothing to say. But chances are that if you post at a board that you think I might post at (such as, say, Jaimie-J's board for Zim....), then I'm reading it. I'm just keeping whatever thoughts I have on the matter at hand to myself.