I just created a fanfiction.net account for the sole purpose of informing an author that no, Issac Asimov did not write 2001: A Space Odyssey - that would be Arthur C. Clarke.
I justify myself that it is in defense of those two masters of the genre, but really, that sort of blatant ignorance/laziness shouldn't be tolerated. An honest mistake can be forgiven, but a two minute Google or Wiki search to check your facts? Priceless. *
* especially if you're going to put "I really love Isaac Asimov... " in your Author's Note.
So, next time I move cross-country? Someone remind me to check into upcoming construction projects? 'Cause right now, I live next to an overpass that's been in the process of renovation for the past three months. Florida? Seems to do most of their construction after dark. Yeah, I'm a night owl taking evening classes, but even I need sleep! Not gonna happen tonight with the f-ing pile driver going at it. :(
Feel worse for the traditional nine-to-fivers, though.
EDIT: (2:20 am) Huh. Work's stopped. So, sometimes complaining actually does work (even if it's to my mostly asleep f-list).
- Tags:florida, me
- Music:construction on the street
Only one more day of work left. In less than 24 hours, I will be officially unemployed. Yes, it was most certainly voluntary. :) I even got cake, as a fare thee well. Because...
In just over two weeks, I will be in lovely Florida, attending art school. Wheee! I am alternately excited and terrified out of my mind. *L* I still haven't heard back from the apartment people and I'll still need to find at least part time work down there. I don't like leaping before I look for the safety net, but you know what? It's about f-ing time. Time to just close my eyes, cross my fingers, and take that first step. I've been working too hard toward this to backstep now.