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jack_and_ellis is up and running again; fully restocked, with a new index and news post as well as an art post. If you de-friended to avoid your f-list being flooded by the chapter posts, feel free to come on back.

I split up chapter thirty into two chapters, because the average chapter-length is around 4k words and that chapter was almost 9k. There are about seven hundred new words on the end of Chapter 32 (what once was Chapter 31), just to complete the conversation Ellis was having with the excreble MP Bell. Otherwise nothing new, just some redecorating.

I feel a bit guilty about Jack & Ellis these days, only because I don't actually believe Australia is a country of horrific nationalist bigots bordering on slaveownership. I quite like Australia actually. I've decided I just have to push through the guilt, because it's only going to get worse before it gets better and half the climax of the book is based on the race relations between the Aboriginal tribes and the White settlers. I am confident that the book in total won't give the impression that I despise the country and all white people in it, but at the moment it does tend to cant that way a bit.

So. All the communities are now taken care of. I'm going through old archived posts slowly, uploading where I can. If you happen to see a "new" post from me that looks like it doesn't belong or is dated funny, just drop a comment so I'll notice and backdate it properly. I have slipped up a couple of times but I usually catch it pretty fast.

One very interesting thing I've noticed is that I started doing "Three things" way before I actually started doing Three Things. Back as far as my entries go I've found lists in threes, often with a "3a" as well. I have no idea what it means, other than three is a tidy number when you have several random thoughts to tie together.

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Some highlights from today's resurrection work:

I had totally forgotten about theyfightcrime.org. YOU WILL NEVER LACK FOR PLOT IDEAS AGAIN!

I managed to get hold of both the Three Things about the stupid Forbes Magazine richest-fictional-people list from 2005 and also the comments that were made on it. It's a good example of how I'm preserving coments, and also really really funny. "Santa isn't fictional, y0."

And two quotes from my time in the box office:

Patron: So has [dead playwright] written anything new?
Coworker M: Not lately, sir.
Sam: I hear he's more into gardening now.
Patron: *wanders off*
Coworker C: *unable to contain herself any longer* He makes the best compost.

Sam: Thank you for calling the theatre box office, my name is Sam, how can I help you?
Patron: *long silence*
Sam: Hello?
Patron: I'm so sorry! I thought you were a recording, but you're real!

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I'm slowly getting the hang of this thing!

Some of this is repetition and not much of it is of all that relevant interest. Except to people who find internet archival interesting, I suppose. I just feel like I should document the process.

( Further notes on LJ archaeology )

People have remarked that I've been calm and collected about this, and I truly thought I was, but looking back over the week since Thursday I have been a wreck. Of course, because it's me, I've been a very specific kind of wreck, a clockwork wreck if you will. I went to work, I did my thing, I hung out with R, I cooked and cleaned, but there wasn't really room in my head for anything other than the loss. I didn't get anything on my to-do list done, but starting work on this just seemed more important than catching up on House MD or getting a haircut.

Every morning I wake up and wonder why I feel so unhappy, and then I remember. It's a little less awful each time, but it's a terrible way to start the day. Every few hours I'll think of something that's gone. Boston I think is the worst hit, because I loved Boston and I was euphorically happy there, but there are a hundred little pinpricks as well -- a fic I wrote for Junie, a handful of fics I wrote for Selkie, the way Cathy and I became friends over my atrocious French, story ideas, polls, posts to say I'd started or completed major fanfics.

And then I say to myself, well, dumbass, if this was so vital to you why didn't you fuckin' back up your journal?

And then I laugh because I'm talking to myself, and go on with my day.