The origins of the Formspring.me hoax

Today one of the trending topics on Twitter was Formspring. This was not just because people were posting their Formspring.me profiles, asking their friends to ask them questions, and making their Twitter accounts a feed of their Formspring questions and answers. A single article, supposedly from the Associated Press, popped up on the Internet. Twitter and Formspring.me users read it, believed it without questioning, and reposted it. They didn’t even notice the incorrect CEO of Formspring, the grammatical errors, or the lack of regard to AP style. (Maybe they take the Fake AP Stylebook seriously.) No one even noticed that the article originated from benkling.com–the website of a freelance writer, web designer, and animator–and not a reputable news source. The fake article link now redirects to Inquisitr’s article on the subject.

Kling reveals on Twitter that the article was fake, which would explain some of the imperfections. He tweets (for the first time since 1 February) “To set things straight, I threw that article together for a school project. It was not intended for anyone outside of that classroom.” (Source) Whoops. Intent is one thing, but it’s the Internet. People will find it. At least the saner ones know it’s a hoax now.

Even if it was a subpar article for a school project, Kling did a good job at making Formspring.me users hysterical. Enjoy the surge of web traffic, Ben.

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Don’t rely on the muse

When inspiration isn’t there, we can’t give up and move on with our lives. Relying on the muse alone is a disaster waiting to happen, for the muse can fizzle out at any time.

We have to grab our muses by the collar, strangle them until they surrender, and then get back to work. Sometimes–most of the time–they won’t surrender. Muses are stubborn creatures, and they’ll fight back with all their might in order to resist creative productivity. They have their own ideas of fun.

Unfortunately their own ideas of fun usually come when we need them most. Grab your muse and get to work. Your output may be uninspired, uncreative, or even just plain bad. It’s certainly better than sitting around and doing nothing until your muse strikes. Who knows? The muse might just be running late.

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A day in the life of a writer

I may be unemployed at the moment, but I’m currently editing a novel and trying to figure out a plot for Script Frenzy next month. Let’s look at a day in the life of a writer.

Wake up. Eat. Perform acts of hygiene. Dress. Ponder writing but remember that I haven’t checked email since last night, and that was a really long time.

Turn on computer; turn on music, Pidgin, and Firefox. IM people. Check email. Read Twitter before doing so would be more hassle than it’s worth. Read blogs. Cue tab explosion. Bookmark links of interest.

Realize that I’m hungry again from breakfast because the time between dinner last night and breakfast today was a long time. Ponder eating again. Possibly eat again, then return to computer. Look at time; read remaining blogs. Ponder writing, but know that other inhabitants of this house will come in and bother me before I get in the groove. Decide against it. Ponder writing blog post. Decide against it after lack of topic. Apply to jobs instead. Realize that my plans to get out of the house that day have failed yet again.

Eat dinner. Shower. Edit. Write in paper journal. Write blog post. Go to bed. Think thinky thoughts while trying to go to sleep.

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Pluto’s Hate Mail

I took a year of astronomy in college, and during the introductory course we had to do one of two things for our semester project: make a sundial or write a paper connecting astronomy to a field of our choice. Art and I do not get along well, doubly so in the fall when I have a NaNoWriMo novel to write on top of school, so the paper was definitely the better choice.

All my obviously interesting choices were too broad or overdone: astronomy combined with math or literature (I considered Harry Potter, but there were already several excellent essays on the topic at the time) or history. Luckily, the year was 2007, and Pluto had just been declassified as a planet. Thanks to my obsessive bookmarking habit and knowledge of online communities (and memories of where different reactions happened), I began my research and wrote a paper on a topic that was still fresh: Pluto’s deplaneting and the Internet community.

That’s why I find The Pluto Files so interesting: a documentary about Pluto’s history and change in planetary status. To me, the most fascinating part is the mail that children sent in, angry that their favorite planet had been demoted. These are kids who learned mnemonics like My Very Excellent Mother Just Served Us Nine Pizzas, and some of them sent hate mail to a museum that demoted Pluto before the IAU did. Real mail on real paper!

It makes me wonder: if Pluto had been demoted during my childhood, would my peers and I have taken it upon ourselves to protest? I think so; a lot of us like to root for the underdog, especially since not everyone can be the cool kid. It’s what makes the rooting-for-the-underdog movies popular. We would definitely have asked a lot of questions about our old friend Pluto. But as the last letter says, “That’s science.”

(Oh, and if you’re wondering, the paper got an A. I even presented it at my college’s research symposium that spring.)

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What were you like at seventeen?

I’ve been developing my characters over the past two days, and one thing in particular has struck me: I don’t have a clue what it’s like to be a normal teenager. Unfortunately, asking most of the guys I know about their lives back then gives me a slightly slanted bent toward a seventeen-year-old guy’s mind. This is because most of the guys I know are geeks, writers, or both. This isn’t bad–in fact, these traits are probably part of why we’re friends in the first place, and luckily my friends were passionate about their interests just like my character is. When your main character’s neither, you have to tap into other areas of the seventeen-year-old mind. The results are similar enough to see a trend, at least among the subjects I’ve interviewed.

Predictably, no guys who follow me on Facebook alone have replied to my Facebook status query. Since they probably won’t, I turn to the rest of the Internet, particularly the guys: What were you like at seventeen? What were your dreams, your goals, your interests, your everyday concerns? How did you perceive your peers? And for other introverts and socially awkwards of all genders: what’s it like? Share that experience.

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Sometimes livetweeting is better than the actual show

I don’t have a TV. Okay, technically my brother took my TV years ago with my permission and gave it back; now it’s just sitting in my room, unplugged. This is perfectly fine by me, since the only thing I watch that isn’t findable online is the national spelling bee finals in the late spring. Thanks to Twitter, I don’t even need a TV for major events because the people I follow enjoy livetweeting: the Super Bowl, the Olympics, the Apple iPad release (guilty as charged), and the Oscar Awards, which are airing live right now on television and on Twitter. Since snarking the coverage is much more fun than actually watching the coverage and because I don’t really care, I’ve been reading their coverage instead of watching the ceremony myself.

Don’t worry; I’ll be livetweeting the National Spelling Bee–probably all by myself. That topic probably won’t trend, though.

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NaNoEdMo: Day Six Update

Now that we’re a week into National Novel Editing Month, it’s time for a progress report.

Total hours logged: 8.5
Pages filled in idea notebook: 15
Pens sacrified to noveling: 1

I am currently an hour and twelve minutes behind, but I can easily add a few more minutes to the editing regimen every day. To be more accurate, it’s a planning and conceptualizing regimen at the moment, as I’m taking the novel apart and putting it back together in pieces that I never thought were possible.

For someone who is used to writing off the seat of her pants, this is a difficult process, but one that needs to be done. Looking at each aspect of the novel–the characters, the setting, the conflict, the story–and examining what needs to be changed, what needs to stay the same, the motivation of each character, through a magnifying glass has not been an easy process. Cutting several subplots has made this harder, especially since I have to think of new subplots to replace them. The idea here is that by doing so, the rewrite will be easier and of higher quality than my first draft was. Of course, that’s not saying much.

The things I do for my darlings.

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More on big numbers

Yesterday I talked a little about big numbers. Today Paste Magazine discusses what you can buy with Avatar’s earnings. I don’t know about you, but I’ll pass on the triple grande vanilla soy latte. Bring on the space expeditions!

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How big is big?

We don’t really stop to think of how big numbers are. Million dollar budget cuts. Trillions of dollars to implement a new program.

How much is that? I’ve never had anywhere near a million dollars, much less a trillion, and even with my math background, the concept of very large numbers is still mind-boggling sometimes. (Secretly, though? Trillion is small beans, but not when it comes to dollars.)

Here’s a visual guide to a trillion dollars. Keep in mind that those are hundred dollar bills stacked. If those were ones the stack would be even more astounding.

Meanwhile, Jay takes numbers into space and proceeds to make me feel extremely small here on Earth. There’s a lot out there that we haven’t seen, and we can only start here on this humble planet.

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Adventures in Wrimonia, Part Thirty-Eight: Epilogue

The Next October

Mia made her way down a familiar path to a world she had visited once before. In some ways it looked just as it did the year before: the buildings were still in the same places, though they, along with their plaques, had been scrubbed down after the recent shutdown and cleaning, the streets had been paved, the familiar eraser benches had been revamped, and even some of the people looked familiar. But no one had a bar above their head, most of the people who had halos the year before were halofree, and some people were new by Mia’s standards. Mia checked her name tag and noticed that she was still going by the same name as the year before. She checked into her bag as she entered Wrimonia. Old works, check. Laptop, check. Metal pencil that saved her life last year, check.

As she walked around the forum, she noticed Dragonchilde chasing a Wrimo who strangely resembled a troll across the forum. “Get him banned!” someone yelled as Dragonchilde chased the troll, holding on to her hat so it wouldn’t fall off. She still wore the staff badge, Mia noticed. That was familiar, at least. But one thing that wasn’t familiar was the horde of Wrimos at the Newbies forum. Mia walked on that way and noticed the plaque: “A place for newbies to gather or for veterans to give them advice.”

And then it hit her. I’m not a newbie anymore, Mia thought as she passed them. They looked so young. None of them had participant or winner badges, and many of them looked nervous. Almost all of them chimed up with questions as other Wrimos passed, and some of them chased the more senior Wrimos as they passed. One of them approached Mia as she passed.

“Wow, you did NaNo last year?” the Wrimo, a young impressionable Wrimo, asked.

Mia nodded and looked at the place on her chest where she noticed veteran Wrimos’ badges last year. Sure enough, a Winner badge from the year before sat on her chest in bright purple. “I did NaNo last year and even won,” Mia said.

“I’m scared,” the Wrimo asked. “Is it hard?”

Mia thought back to her own journey through NaNoWriMo: the adventures with her characters, meeting Alaina, the joys and commiserations with other Wrimos, the forums, the procrastination and distraction that she discovered while writing, the battles with Writer’s Block and Inner Editor, the struggle to make the daily word count each day, the struggle to write consistently. Finally she said, “It’s as hard as you make it. But don’t worry, there’s always someone here to help you if you need it.”

The Wrimo smiled. “Veterans can adopt newbies, right?” the Wrimo asked. Mia nodded; she had noticed this the year before but decided not to take advantage of such an offer; after all, she was here to write. “Will you be my mentor through NaNo?”

“Of course,” Mia replied, and they wandered around the forums while Mia told the new Wrimo about her NaNoWriMo experiences.

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And Adventures in Wrimonia comes to a close. There’s so much to say here, but that’s what a separate post is for: the experience of writing Wrimonia, why such-and-such didn’t get mentioned (probably because I didn’t have time!), and what’s coming next.

Feel free to link this on your blog, Twitter, whatever. Just don’t pass this off as your own, and we’re cool.

I highly encourage you to donate to the Office of Letters and Light, the nonprofit organization that runs NaNoWriMo, if you enjoy this tale of noveling madness. If you donate in the new year, your donor goodies will appear in the month before the event you donate to (NaNoWriMo or Script Frenzy).

If for some strange reason you’re really into giving money to Internet strangers who write somewhat humorous things, I won’t complain. You can do that at the link below.


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