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I exist in minds that don't.

Right now I'm reading a draft of a book in which two fictional characters are having a conversation about me. Not metaphorically, mind you. They're not discussing some other fictional character who is a lot like me. They're talking about me. Specifically. By name.

Two people (who don't exist) are having a conversation about me (who, when last I checked, does exist). Some small part of my brain just went *kapow*. :-)

In other news, we're going to Frolicon tomorrow, and DDR is the best thing ever that doesn't (necessarily) involve nudity or robots.

Okay, I'm clearly delirious from exhaustion, so I'm going to bed now.

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zandperl
Mar. 20th, 2008 06:41 pm (UTC)
Oh right, I remember that.

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