What a strange, strange place Livejournal has been these past few weeks, with the widespread anticipation and the elaborate spoiler-policy manifestos and the weird silence Saturday morning as everyone read words inked on paper for a change and the triumphant clocking-in as LJer after LJer proudly announced having finished speed-reading her way ( Read more... )

(The following is in response to various expressions of discomfort with Remembrance Day encountered on my f-list yesterday, in particular copperbadge's On why I don't wear a red poppy. I would have replied to that post itself, had comments not been disabled.)

The first time copperbadge really read the closing lines of "In Flanders Fields," he was dismayed by what he ( Read more... )