LaRascasse
I dream, therefore I am
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- Jul 1, 2011
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To whomever it may concern,
Flashback - July 1st, 2011
A nerdy college student bored out of his mind in his room. His program is taking an eternity to compile and all he can do is watch in case an error message pops up. There is a small tab open on the side where he casually peruses the latest offering on one of his favourite forbidden pastimes - a site called Literotica he had grown to enjoy reading. Your slightly atypical dorm room scene perhaps? No, because there is this germ of a thought gnawing away at him.
He's read stories in many categories, but is now thinking of writing one. Can he write? He has no clue. He's willing to try though. So, he creates an account and as the username puts the first thing that comes to his head (his favourite seafood - rascasse or scorpion fish). He spends most of the next day typing out something and submits it.
Rejected.
He browses the site for help, FAQ, submission guidelines and other resources. He finds a list of Volunteer Editors and contacts the first one who takes incest. Within a day, he has his response that the story is too graphically violent to be submitted.
He writes again, this time a short stroker. It's barely 2k words, but he likes that he has something which will be accepted. And it is. Although, the score accurately reflects the amateurish quality of writing.
He tries again, with some success, then gradually gets the hang of it. He discovers the fora on the site. Being a long standing member of 4chan/b/, he expects much the same, but is pleasantly surprised by the fact that most of the posters are genuinely nice and helpful.
Just over two years later, in September 2013. He has to bid them goodbye.
Present
I have a dream from as far back as I could remember. My dream is not to be super-rich or land a smoking hot girl who is under the delusion that I'm the most handsome guy in the world. My dream always was, and still is, to be part of the next big thing. Once in a generation, there comes along a revolution which changes the way people go about their lives. The most recent such revolutions are "search engines" and "social networking". They have spawned hundreds if not thousands of offshoots which touch every aspect of our lives.
My dream came true when I was hired by Google to be part of the future of the internet. I am going to be a small cog in a massive machine which will change the world as we know it. Whenever your jaw drops to the floor thinking about the next miracle Google rolls out for you, spare a thought for this small cog you used to know.
Enough with the egotistic ramblings, now back to the topic of this post.
All dreams require great sacrifices. My dream is no different. From the moment I got the acceptance letter from Google HR, I knew that my spare time would disappear. Starting very soon, I'll be lucky to get 4 hours of sleep a night and the semblance of a weekend. My free time is gone, and sadly, Literotica is a part of that.
Let me take this opportunity to thank all those who I had the pleasure of interacting with over here. The internet was made so no one ever has to be alone again, and you exemplify what it means to be part of a community. This community had a everything you could expect from your slightly-more-dysfunctional-than-average family - bickering, laughs, advice and sympathy. You showed me that knowing nothing about erotica, or sex for that matter, is hardly an obstacle to writing about it. Most of all, Literotica gave me an outlet for all my repressed energies and creativity. It was a vicarious thrill while it lasted and I wouldn't trade my two year association with this site for anything.
I'd like to collectively thank all of you. I would especially thank Laurel for maintaining such a diverse repository of erotica for anyone to read. Take it from me, hosting and moderating a free site is as thankless a job as it gets. The only feedback you get is criticism when something, real or imaginary, goes wrong. So, let me unequivocally thank Laurel for the effort she takes and Manu for handling the tech side well.
For those of you who know me on Gmail/Gtalk, keep in touch. I'll try to respond to mails on Sundays in the minuscule intervals of freedom I get between loads of work. My stories will remain up for perpetuity.
I have one small regret. Because of my erratic muse, I started several stories over the last years and never finished them. I have a file full of these potential efforts in various stages of completion (including a kick-ass effort which I intended for Halloween this year).
Who knows? Maybe after a few years, I will quit my job and use my ex-Google employee cred to land a less stressful job at a smaller company where everyone will worship me for my knowledge (LOL). If that happens, and I still remember how to write anything apart from source code, I might make a grand comeback. One thing is for sure, I'll no longer be the naive, precocious kid on the fora any longer.
So this is it. This is where the twain cuts and I revert back to me before 2011. Trust me, that guy is boring. It was great being a part of this community. Thanks for being a positive distraction from my dull life.
And now, I humbly beg thy leave to depart.
Goodbye, Adios, Sayonara
-LaRascasse
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."
Flashback - July 1st, 2011
A nerdy college student bored out of his mind in his room. His program is taking an eternity to compile and all he can do is watch in case an error message pops up. There is a small tab open on the side where he casually peruses the latest offering on one of his favourite forbidden pastimes - a site called Literotica he had grown to enjoy reading. Your slightly atypical dorm room scene perhaps? No, because there is this germ of a thought gnawing away at him.
He's read stories in many categories, but is now thinking of writing one. Can he write? He has no clue. He's willing to try though. So, he creates an account and as the username puts the first thing that comes to his head (his favourite seafood - rascasse or scorpion fish). He spends most of the next day typing out something and submits it.
Rejected.
He browses the site for help, FAQ, submission guidelines and other resources. He finds a list of Volunteer Editors and contacts the first one who takes incest. Within a day, he has his response that the story is too graphically violent to be submitted.
He writes again, this time a short stroker. It's barely 2k words, but he likes that he has something which will be accepted. And it is. Although, the score accurately reflects the amateurish quality of writing.
He tries again, with some success, then gradually gets the hang of it. He discovers the fora on the site. Being a long standing member of 4chan/b/, he expects much the same, but is pleasantly surprised by the fact that most of the posters are genuinely nice and helpful.
Just over two years later, in September 2013. He has to bid them goodbye.
Present
I have a dream from as far back as I could remember. My dream is not to be super-rich or land a smoking hot girl who is under the delusion that I'm the most handsome guy in the world. My dream always was, and still is, to be part of the next big thing. Once in a generation, there comes along a revolution which changes the way people go about their lives. The most recent such revolutions are "search engines" and "social networking". They have spawned hundreds if not thousands of offshoots which touch every aspect of our lives.
My dream came true when I was hired by Google to be part of the future of the internet. I am going to be a small cog in a massive machine which will change the world as we know it. Whenever your jaw drops to the floor thinking about the next miracle Google rolls out for you, spare a thought for this small cog you used to know.
Enough with the egotistic ramblings, now back to the topic of this post.
All dreams require great sacrifices. My dream is no different. From the moment I got the acceptance letter from Google HR, I knew that my spare time would disappear. Starting very soon, I'll be lucky to get 4 hours of sleep a night and the semblance of a weekend. My free time is gone, and sadly, Literotica is a part of that.
Let me take this opportunity to thank all those who I had the pleasure of interacting with over here. The internet was made so no one ever has to be alone again, and you exemplify what it means to be part of a community. This community had a everything you could expect from your slightly-more-dysfunctional-than-average family - bickering, laughs, advice and sympathy. You showed me that knowing nothing about erotica, or sex for that matter, is hardly an obstacle to writing about it. Most of all, Literotica gave me an outlet for all my repressed energies and creativity. It was a vicarious thrill while it lasted and I wouldn't trade my two year association with this site for anything.
I'd like to collectively thank all of you. I would especially thank Laurel for maintaining such a diverse repository of erotica for anyone to read. Take it from me, hosting and moderating a free site is as thankless a job as it gets. The only feedback you get is criticism when something, real or imaginary, goes wrong. So, let me unequivocally thank Laurel for the effort she takes and Manu for handling the tech side well.
For those of you who know me on Gmail/Gtalk, keep in touch. I'll try to respond to mails on Sundays in the minuscule intervals of freedom I get between loads of work. My stories will remain up for perpetuity.
I have one small regret. Because of my erratic muse, I started several stories over the last years and never finished them. I have a file full of these potential efforts in various stages of completion (including a kick-ass effort which I intended for Halloween this year).
Who knows? Maybe after a few years, I will quit my job and use my ex-Google employee cred to land a less stressful job at a smaller company where everyone will worship me for my knowledge (LOL). If that happens, and I still remember how to write anything apart from source code, I might make a grand comeback. One thing is for sure, I'll no longer be the naive, precocious kid on the fora any longer.
So this is it. This is where the twain cuts and I revert back to me before 2011. Trust me, that guy is boring. It was great being a part of this community. Thanks for being a positive distraction from my dull life.
And now, I humbly beg thy leave to depart.
Goodbye, Adios, Sayonara
-LaRascasse
"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened."
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You will still stalk us from time to time so for me it's not good bye but rather see ya around. Hope you have fun my nerdy friend 
