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Joey had his Maria Bartiromo... |
| 1st Jun 2009 A.D. 1103 hours. |
and a friend o' mine who made this has his Becky Quick.
Makes losing all yer money look fun...almost.
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A Prayer for Mark Levy. |
| 1st May 2009 A.D. 0025 hours. |
a prayer for mark levy
whose column I read
who early this morning
shot self in the head
got six hundred comments
on "Above the Law"
the layoffs are many
the nerves they are raw
to be One with my job
is a state that i dread
and if that ever happened
I'd shoot myself ded
I'm glad for my failures
I'm glad I'm a hack
rock never forgets
you can always come back
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THE DEATH OF LIVEJERNAL. |
| 31st Mar 2009 A.D. 2220 hours. |
Posting this here because I laughed at it harder than I have at anything in about three months (Those jokes at the capital defense seminar don't count. You wouldn't get them) and because it won't embed right on my MySpazz. If I hadn't quit EllJay over the portal page hoodeedoo, I would have been driven off by the ever-increasing posting of "tweets", which are like, everything I despise most about "Soshul Notworking," taken to the Umpty-Frat Power of Ding Dong Perdeedly Doo, Squared.
Hope everybody's well, and stuff.
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Leaving Las Vegas. |
| 15th Nov 2008 A.D. 1105 hours. |
Oh what lovely rainy foggy weather it's been here - makes me feel all happy and ready for a new start - anyway...
I've decided I'm not going to be blogging here on a regular basis anymore. I will continue to mod the communities I mod, not that they need much modding. I will continue to read my friends' journals and use the syndicated feed feature to keep up with my LOLcats and Failblog and such like. I'm just not going to be posting myself, or not very much.
In a nutshell, as illustrated by the profile page ruckus, the direction LJ seems to be going in as far as rolling out new features, trying to recruit newer users and not dealing very well with its longtime users, plus the patronizing way the staff regularly communicates ("here's a change, you're gonna like it or lump it, we know what's best, we can't please everybody, blahblah") has put me off and made maintaining a regular journal here into more hassle than I'd like it to be. I already have enough stress in my life so I'm all about the hassle-free. Plus, at this point I don't need all the "social networking" (or data mining) aspects of LJ that the site staff holds so dear as they obviously try, on orders from their bosses, to compete with Myspace and Facebook and who knows what. I used to enjoy meeting new people on here, but the time for that is long since past. What I'm looking for now is a serious blog site where I can express myself. A space that is *mine*, not a space where some boss or some twentysomething "web designer" of dubious skills decides what's best for me. (I'm not senile yet, kids.) And I've decided the best place to get that is either another LJ-type site that's more responsive to its long-term users (I've been looking at InsaneJournal and Inksome) or, perhaps, my own domain, where I can have things exactly as I like and not be worried about "OMG what feature are they going to suddenly mess up next?"
I already know that one day LJ will no longer support S1 style that my journal layout uses, and when that happens I'll have to get a new layout...I don't want to use the cookie-cutter layouts that LJ hands out. MySpace has been a lot more accommodating about letting people change their layouts or get layouts from off-site than this site has been. That already had me thinking about going, and then this profile business...meh. It's kinda like when you have an annoying landlord who starts remodeling, knocking out the kitchen wall with little or no warning, when you're at work. You come home and find your kitchen all in disarray and they insist they told you and they really didn't and your blood pressure is going through the roof and then you have to argue with them about where the new appliances are going to go. And you just figure the living room will be next. Forget it. The smart thing to do in that situation would be to move, so that's what I'm gonna do.
It will probably take me a little time to get set up elsewhere because as much as I enjoy blogging, it does take energy and if I wasn't blogging I could be putting that energy into some other activity, which I'd kinda like to do for a little while. In the time I haven't been blogging on here I've found myself reading old books from my basement, cleaning up a little bit and generally doing stuff I haven't done for a while, and that's cool, it's time for me to rediscover some of the things I used to enjoy when I was very much alone.
I will let people know where I'm going to be blogging when I get there, but I don't expect most people to follow me to wherever it is, comment, or read.
If anyone needs to get hold of me while I'm not on here, a bunch of you have my number, and the rest of you can leave me a comment or hit me up on MySpace which I check maybe like once a week.
Ain't it time we said good bye...
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Update (in which I once again, take things all seeriously). |
| 9th Nov 2008 A.D. 1227 hours. |
Due to the shit going down in ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) lj_design, I am weighing my options once again as to whether I want to continue to participate here.
I know it may seem like a small thing but I don't like the way the LJ staff repeatedly treats the users. To me, that is a much bigger deal than how the profile page looks or whether it is configured to hold an advertisement.
Also, the last time an issue like this came up with LJ that upset me, someone else who was on my f-list at the time pooh-poohed it and I ended up having to stop speaking to them because they and their friends decided to bash the issue and, when I complained, bash me (and falsely accuse me of bashing them - I could go on and provide more detail but there isn't any point except to say that I felt and continue to feel pretty wronged by that whole affair. WRONGED ON ELLJAY, WHAT ELSE IS NEW, WANK WANK WANK...more likely just a symptom of how pitifully little I actually had in common with an entire group of people). In light of that incident, I'd like to ask that if you want to differ on this issue or think it's no big deal, then fine, but kindly don't bash those of us who do have a problem with either the profile change or even more, the attitude of LJ.
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PSA. |
| 8th Nov 2008 A.D. 0017 hours. |
If anyone is having a problem with the general fug of the new LJ profile "design," (otherwise known as "Last year we wanted to be Myspace, now we wanna be Facebook!") please feel free to stop by lj_design and post your thoughts to the "design team" (ha) as a few thousand people (no exaggeration) have already done. Because users don't tend to look at their or others' profiles every time they log on, or don't check LJ every day, there are still people just noticing this mess and going "Wha'appen?"
You can also join changeitback if you want the profile page changed back or an opt-out given; there are also some helpful links over there to an online petition and a comment or two made by ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) marta, the only LJ staffer who seems to be talking right now. LJ's current position, as stated in lj_design, is basically that the opt-out is too much hassle so no go. If enough people request it, however, perhaps they'll rethink. I know that seems like a long shot, but hey, men walked on the moon, the state of Virginia went blue, and if webmonkeys don't fly outta my butt, perhaps they can at least dislodge their own heads out of theirs.
Edited to add, I've blanked my profile page out as much as possible until this gets resolved - deleted my bio, interests, and just about everything else I could delete. If it doesn't get resolved, I won't be using the fugly page anyway, so no great loss.
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A Large Bear. |
| 3rd Nov 2008 A.D. 0728 hours. |
One of the problems I have with my life sometimes is I don't see Ted enuf, which can be annoying. Then when I do see him I don't want to leave. I'm the type of person who doesn't like to hug or kiss most ppl but when it's someone I love I would really just like to hug on all the time like a koala hugs a tree and hugging is abt 50-100 times more important than any sex that might or might not be going on. Fortunately, this habit of mine doesn't annoy Ted like it has some other ppl. He makes a rather good tree, hassock, sectional, sofa pillow, hot water bottle, and/or overstuffed toy.
Sometimes I imagine we just met rather than being around each other for 24 yrz now and sometimes the idea of having Just Met is fun, but other times it is scary as I can't imagine 24 yrz without Ted being around to at least hug and I probably would have been with some other hahribble person or a Succession of hahrrible peepul. (Since I'm not terribly "exclusive" or whatever word you want to use - "Faithful" is not what I'd use given that I don't know how anyone can call a 24-year commitment to anything a lack of faith - I did pretty good at meeting some hahribble peepuls even with Ted around.) Maybe this is why some of the ppl I know who dint meet their partners till their late 30s or 40s seem so crazy nucking futs. They just lost their minds from waiting so long. Now they're too painfully aware of the lack of time, as am I, but I do have that 24 yrz even though I am happier with things now as an old bizzatch, bcuz Ted was always a prematurely old guy and it was the sort of weelayshunshit you grow into, not the sort that's a big coup de foudre from the start. I'm sure the ppl who take a long time finding some1 have another take on it like Personal Growth Getting to the Right Spot in the Journey blahblah but I am a very impatient person and would rather everyone be matched up perfectly with everyone they're gonna be with from the get go or as early as possible and go from there. The way I see it if something is lacking you can always add an extra person on later :)
Anyway I have to get up, no thanks to election day and the lack of early voting for bunging up the early part of this week. I still have my cold, this morning it's an earache. By Wednesday after 2 wks of being sick I might even have time to take a sick day.
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Juicy Fur. |
| 2nd Nov 2008 A.D. 1334 hours. |
Last night I went out to see Jucifer at a club in B'more I hadn't been to yet. I'd been warned by ppl like The Rev who have seen them that they are the loudest band going, so I made the uncharacteristic move (for me) of taking a set of industrial E.A.R. plugs. I was also told they are like the Majik Markers which I was seriously hoping would Not be the case, because I saw Majik Markers open for Dino Jr. once and they're firmly on my list alongside Dead Meadow as among the worst bands I've ever had to sit thru a set of. Someone also described Jucifer as Sonic Youth if Sonic Youth couldn't play their instruments, which might be pretty on target if I could remember anything about the one Sonic Yoof show I ever saw back in 1986 or so. Alls I remember is that it was loud, I fell asleep during it and I saw kim changing in the dressing room and noticed she didn't shave her legs. As it turned out I nearly dozed off during Jucifer also despite having a nap beforehand cuz I am still fighting off the New York virus which has now spread to my eyes and every time I doze off it's like Gremlins from the Kremlin show up and glue my eyelids shut with runny rubber cement.
Anyway, Jucifer's show mostly consisted of a very cute girl in what looked like a nightgown playing about five low-end notes in front of a amp stack for an hour and jerking back and forth the whole time like she was orgasming, which given where low end vibes ya might well have been true, while her bandmate, some d0od in a coonskin cap, very theatrically and making orgasmic faces hisself beat on large clear plastic drums. Most of it didn't seem that loud to me, perhaps because I had the earplugz in or maybe because it was all low end which usually doesn't hurt my ears as bad as high voices/ high notes or awful midrange compression. The loudest most painful show I ever saw is still the Mudhoney reunion gig at the Olde Grog a few years back and that was all higher end wanky gtrs. Perhaps my ears, like my female parts, are wired up differently from most ppl. I wouldn't be surprised. At the end of the set Jucifer did sort of overamp like a jet engine taking off and at that point I was glad of the ear protection as I've probably killed enough nerve cells at the last six shows where I didn't wear any.
For some reason (Saturday nite parties, p'raps) there were ppl wandering around in Halloween costumes like a wizard and the Joker from Batman, even though Halloween was over. There was also one of those overenthusiastic plaid-shirted short-nerdy-haired kinda-dronk indie-rock fanboys there with his preppie-looking gf who appeared to be not into the band or maybe not into bandz in general, just humoring dude. To me these ppl's demeanor seemed like a different sort of Halloween costume, entitled "My Boyfriend and his Slightly Annoying Record Collecting Hobby That I'm Hoping He'll Grow Out Of." After Nerdboy drunkenly stumbled attempting to headbang (you can't headbang properly with that sort of boring short haircut, I'm sorry) into my vision line about 7 times, I had to move as he was upsetting my stomach. I have a problem with ppl who can't stand still at shows and by that I don't mean they can't dance or headbang or fistpump or do normal moving around and chatting/ interacting with friends, but if you need to be walking or running all over the club space like a Mexican jumping bean constantly, or moving repeatedly in and out of my vision space, it's gonna bug me just like those people who pace fifty yards back and forth up and down train platforms while waiting. I get vertigo watching that, no lie.
I wasn't wildly impressed by the music but the band's enthusiasm was touching and they were certainly hundreds of times better than the horrid Majik Markers (the lack of stage patter, for one thing, was a distinct plus) so I bought some merch, including a poster of a busted meter. Amber the Jucifer chick was selling the merch and I asked her to sign the poster "at the bottom", I meant like, in the margin, but she signed it right on the art, but that's ok because her sig is this loopy scrawlin abstract and actually just looks like the meter glass fractured in yet another spot.
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I don't think I have anything of a social or show nature on my agenda for the rest of the month, which sounds eggzcellent to me. I spent like the first three months of this year going to no shows at all because of the patent bar + work and then suddenly the show thang went into overdrive and didn't let up. Hopefully now that the weather is starting to suck, things will taper off. When I'm frustrated it's hard not to just throw up my hands and go sit around listening to a loud band play where I don't have to talk to anybody, and don't even have to drink (management has been pushing the pop lately as putting comtrex in my stomach is hard on it enuf without adding booze to the mix). My mom used to do the same thing except she'd go eat at diner-type restaurants (like the Woolworths counter) or shop at stupid cheap craft or discount stores, which frankly I too find amusing because the stuff in them is so dorky but it's easy to overdo and bring home too much. I gotta start staying home and working on projects a little more. I've started reading again and other stuff is winding down (the dolls for instance - I have a very long rant abt doll people but I've been sitting on it because eh uh ok so they're not like me and don't have My life or values, and in some cases don't seem to have Any life outside dolldom or fan/con/dom, what else is new? I'm sure they find my steeze equally weird, so fine, fuck it, forget it).
I see this all as me getting to a new place in my life and it's not one I totally want to goto but it's necessary. I don't need or want to discuss it or chew over it with other ppl esp fucking nosy females but everybody who haz a need to know prolly already understands whatever they have to without me needing to 'splain.
Also, for the first time in about the last six elections, I truly do not care who wins. Either one is fine with me. YMMV, but for me, that's a beautiful thing.
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Save the Last Rants For Me. |
| 31st Oct 2008 A.D. 0030 hours. |
Dear Lakewood Hospital,
I swear I could reach someone easier with two Dole cans connected by a fugging clothesline than I could with your lousy telephone system. The fact that when I call in I never know where the same number will take me on two separate tries and that people including doctors calling out can't get an outside line half the time makes me think your fone wiring dates back to when Young Dr. Kildare was still (a) young and (b) on television. I would be verging on an emo distress tort suit right now if I didn't know it probably required me to run screaming into the street and get hit by a truck before I could collect, and I don't have any energy left to run screaming anywhere.
Dear Billy Bragg,
Why in the H-E-double hockey sticks did you have to cop my favorite title of all time, "Mr. Love and Justice" by Colin MacInnes, for your latest album whatsit? I know the Jam took Macinnes' "Absolute Beginners" years ago before David Bowie stole it from them. I was hoping to keep Frankie Love the pimp and Edward Justice the cop for my own thang, because I thought that was the best of MacInnes' trilogy anyway (is he still alive even? he looked old in the 80s on the back cover pics of "absolute beginners" and "city of spades" that I bought from long-defunct Olsons in G-town...or maybe that was on the even older hardback of "Mr. Love and Justice" that I had to dig up at the Columbia library due to its not being rereleased then) but now you've made it so a whole gingeration of Pitchdorks will dredge that book out again and it will be reissued in a stunningly moderne paperback edition and utterly ruined as anything speshul and pertickular to me. Because of that, I'm glad I missed yer show and still annoyed that you never made up for that 1986 or whenever it was hooha with Customs even if your absence did mean I got to see the Minutemen play twice in one swell night before d. boon went off and died.
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