Sometimes, I really am too nice...

Some of you who hang at the PPC board might remember this chick... Basically, this young author at ff.net published a Buffy/LotR crossover wherein Willow goes to Middle-earth, joins the Fellowship and woos Legolas. Said story was not very good. Among other things, it spawned ten new mini-Balrogs. Ten, people. Ten new ones. So anyway, I leave a review - fairly frank, but pretty polite and offering a few good resources she might want to look at to improve her writing. The chick then pulls the story, as she'd gotten quite a few not-so-good reviews. Fair enough. She then e-mails me to thank me for my review and blah, blah, one thing leads to another and now I'm her beta.

Yeah...

But I was remembering how horrid I was at 15 and how I once went all snotty on someone who tried to help me with a story when I was young and fresh and stupid. And she does seem eager to get help, even when I outlined all the horrors of having me as a beta. I just hope this won't be another MIL-fiasco. *slaps self for that* Oh well. We'll see, I guess. Cross your fingers for me.

And she did already make my day by asking me what race Norway was. I was so tempted to answer 'Skius Philautos', but she probably wouldn't have gotten that one (philautos is a Greek term meaning lover of self, so basically I just called Norwegians 'skiing self-lovers' which we rather are at times). But the thought amused me anyway. What race are Norway? There must be some fun faux-Latin phrase we can call ourselves... *ponders*

Oh, and bro is visiting. Say hi to my brother everyone.