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I don't actually have anywhere to go as of now. Heh.

. . . that I'm actually ineligable for a visa, as of November, because of a new law that raised the age limit. However, my application was in before the law went into effect, so . . . we're waiting to see if there's any sort of transition period there or not.

It's great fun.

I reeeeeeeeeeeeeeally hate the UK government.

Mum's got to work Christmas, and Dad's having surgery on his leg, so he won't be going anywhere. We'll be nice and cozy at home. ;-)

Weird. My closest relative who doesn't live in the city is about half that time away, by train. She's, oh, four hundred miles off? Clearly your country's idea of speedy transport is better than mine's.

At least you didn't try to move and *then* marry him. Because there's all sorts of ridiculous laws about being able to support yourself here (despite not being able to legally work) before they let you come over and get hitched. Plus there's that bit where you have to have met more than once, because this presumably proves you're not in it for the visa.

Isn't the UK fun?

Still, can we really say it's a BAD thing for Permission Givers to be offered so much (almost-)unconditional respect? We defer to you guys, and give you the authority/support to take charge when things get out of hand.

But still, I'm glad to be rid of the bowing and scraping. *brushes dirt and Sharp Stones* from her knees*

;p

I shall be going all the way down my cul-de-sac, nipping down the street, crossing the main road, and ambling down another street, to go to my parents'. A total journey time of ten minutes. Admittedly there will be a further five minutes in a car to my grandparents', but as they only live two miles from my house, we should probably skip the song and dance.

Yay for drunken Christmases in reach of one's own bed! (For that happy passing out experience.)

Drat. They were a hassle to get, too, this time of year, no mistake, I swear, those Dwarves get pushier every time I see them, oh, it's "We need to be paid in gold, not pink blood, I don't care how sparkly it is," and "But that kind of rock doesn't exist, you've got the wrong universe," and "That's physically impossible, ma'am," all the way.

Are you sure there aren't any deities around? Maybe a shrine to Makes-Things, or something? Hey! If we raise a shrine to the SO, there might be a pay raise in it! *Of course, the agents rush off, despite the almost complete impossibility of a pay raise of any kind*

Duly noted, hS.

People become confused by his godlike attractiveness, and next thing you know they're sacrificing goats and singing hymns to his glory . . .

. . . what?

Well, maybe it is just me, then. :P

But yes. The Board has traditionally been a pure democracy (or possibly a flat-out anarchy. It's all in your perspective)--and while PGs can and should participate, and usually their opinions are well-informed, since they've been around so long, their opinions don't overrule other people's.

Also, Permission isn't actually a difficult hoop to jump through, or shouldn't be. PGs are mostly there to make sure that incoming authors 1) can spell (or spellcheck), and 2) don't write Sueish agents. Noble causes, I'm sure we all agree.

I don't think this has ever been done before, except in passing, so I think there's a need to lay down what, exactly, permission givers are, and what we aren't.

When Jay left the PPC, she had to set up some system whereby a degree of quality control would exist for potential PPC spinoffs. She gave Miss Cam, GreyLadyBast and Thalia Weaver the right to decide whether or not any given Boarder could write for the PPC. That right has been passed down through various people, until it came to the permission givers of today (see the Wiki). That's the history.

The purpose of the permission givers is to give permission. Very simple, no? The permission in question is permission to write spinoffs. In fact, permission givers have only three powers:

1/ To decide who is permitted to write a PPC spinoff.

2/ To revoke that permission when someone has clearly lost track of what they're doing. (This one's never been invoked, but I think it's implicit)

3/ To pass on permission giving rights to anyone else they choose. (This power is also held by the Board at large, although not by individual members)

So that's what permission givers are. Now let's cover what we're not.

We are not moderators or administrators or lawgivers or trendsetters. We're not in charge of the Board. We're not in charge of the PPC.

On another slightly incidental note, we're not arbitrators of what can or cannot become PPC canon. If one of us writes something, it has no more natural authority than anyone else's writings. When I write Crashing Down or End of the Beginning, it's purely because I enjoy writing it (usually). If someone wants to ignore it in their PPC writings, that's their choice, and they are entirely allowed to do that. By the same token, I'm then free to try and reconcile the two -- but not in any official capacity. That's just me being a meddler, and I wouldn't try to claim that anything they'd written was officially Not Canon.

So basically all we are is a filtering system to keep PPC missions looking like PPC missions. If you've got permission already, we're no more important to you than any other member of the Board.

This has been your "hS isn't actually a minor deity" post for the year. Thank you and goodnight.

hS

Yay, it's going to start getting lighter! Our bodies will stop craving carbs in order to turn our seratonin into melatonin! The world will be joyous and pretty!

Happy holidays, from your resident grumpy old Yorkshire elf.

Hope she feels better.

Virtual gelt and latkes for all of yer! And more of the Suenicorn bits!

Not really anywhere to go for a 16 year old in the middle of such a ridiculous snowstorm, and my mum had a car accident so she needs me to take care of her anyway. Ah well.

I'm going to drown myself in fanfic, though. And try to watch Battlestar Galatica. Because Miss Cam introduced me to it. ^.^

Sadly I'm remaining at home in the suburbs of Chicago. Wish I could go somewhere... *sighs*

~Zoe~

. . . the PGs are just people. They're not even moderators or anything; they have no actual authority over the Board, just the spinoffs, which are related but separate. You don't have to be scared of them. We're all equal here on the Board. ;) But some are more equal than others . . .

. . . idiotic. That's what I get for editing without thinking. Funny things happen when you aren't thinking.

Instead I'm stuck on a different continent than my husband, waiting for the idiotiotic UK government to decide whether I deserve a spouse visa or not.

Not that I'm, you know, bitter or anything.

Well, maybe just a bit.

To work and back every day...through ice and snow. It's quite exciting actually, like a mini-adventure each day.

My company paid for me to fly to the Emerald Isle for a long weekend so that all the members of our company could meet up at a Christmas party. (If you've been wondering why I haven't been posting lately...) :D

It was fantastic. The area we stayed in was beautiful. It was called Clifden. Small villages, lots and lots of bog and cliffs by the sea, gorgeous mountain ranges. Very wet, of course: I saw three rainbows in one day! Best. Christmas party. Ever.

Mmm...

*distributes virtual Irish pudding to everybody*