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	[Jul. 26th, 2011\|08:18 am]
What the actual FUCK, LJ?
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grrrr	[May. 25th, 2010\|08:05 pm]
Friggin' LJ. WAKE UP! kicks it
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PSA: turning off Google Buzz

[Feb. 12th, 2010|09:16 pm]

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UPDATE: A kind anonymouse came into comments of my last post to clarify something:

OK, I know people who work at Google, and checked with them.

The only thing from Chat that can get pulled into Buzz is your chat status, which (if you enter something there) shows up next to your name on contact lists. That's why Gchat is a feeder application; people use their chat status a lot like mini-facebook updates, so it makes sense to give users the option of pulling it into Buzz. Contents of chats are never anywhere near buzz.

The chats themselves were not what I was seeing...I was seeing a list things labeled "Gchat," but they were "chat status" updates, which were in some cases pretty long and rather personal, but not the contents of the chats themselves.

Still something I'm guessing you don't want Nana to see in her inadvertent Buzz browsing, depending on how much porn you write in Gchat...

Chat contents: PRIVATE
Chat status: PUBLIC

There you go! I've updated the post below to reflect the new info.

Seen first on Cleolinda's LJ, Google Buzz is a HUGE CLUSTERFUCK OF LOST PRIVACY.

I have never created a 'public profile,' I had never activated Buzz, in fact I'd DISABLED it, I thought. And yet, when I clicked through, I could see a bunch of PRIVATE ~~GOOGLECHATS~~ Chat Status Updates from people I've got listed as contacts in my Gmail. My list of "Followers" and "Watchers" (people I'd emailed the most) were visible to other Gmail users. I'm not even kidding. I clicked out immediately, and deleted all "followers" and "watchers" and whatever.

Just a heads up...if you've been chatting about fannish stuff on Gchat or with people with fannish names in email, and your email address is known to/in the address book of non-fannish people, there could definitely be unfortunate crossover.

You need to disable Buzz, go into the settings and remove/block your followers and remove the "applications" (the standards are Googlechat, Picasa, and Google Reader, but it'll link into your YouTube account, all kinds of other things, too, if you want it to). There are good explanations of how to do this, you can visit CNET's Guide To Turning Off Buzz.

The quickest way I found:

1) Click the bright, stupid little "Buzz" icon in your lefthand toolbar.
2) Halfway down the page you'll see the "view connected sites" link. Click it.
3) Go through and "delete" the Gchat, Picasa, Google Reader applications. Click "Save."
4) go into the list of "Followers" and "Who you're following." Anyone who's following you, block them (they'll still be able to email you, don't worry).
5) Delete anyone YOU are following.
6) click back to the main Gmail page. Down at the bottom, click "turn off Buzz."

(note: if you've already turned Buzz off but haven't gone through the other steps, go back to the bottom of the page, turn Buzz back ON, go through steps 1-6 again. Even if you've turned Buzz off, it doesn't automatically disable your feeds for people who ARE using Buzz.)

Make sure you do it for all your Gmail accounts.

I still love my Gmail, don't get me wrong...but this should've been an opt-in, not an opt-out. BIG fuckup, Google.

ETA: It's been highlighted in comments that (public) Buzz collections look a great deal like Googlechat logs (they do!). The very brief glimpse I got before disabling led me to believe the conversations were not meant to be public, and the fact that the "Gchat" application can be a "feeder" app for Buzz makes me very uncomfortable, though apparently the chats themselves ARE PRIVATE.

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It's aliiiive!	[Aug. 10th, 2009\|10:57 pm]
YOU GUYS. I just brought a totally dead, completely kaput, pushing up daisies, pining for the fjords, DEAD computer all the way back to perfect life! \o/! I made my own BART PE disk. I made an ISO image of Windows XE Professional right here in my living room. I booted from the CD drive and ran what I needed to, did some fancy regedit footwork, and ta daaaa! It's now happily virus-scanning itself, so that I can safely connect it to the internets! Hrm. What am I gonna do with two computers? It's a small tower, an Optiplex 270, QUITE old but still running. Maybe I will throw Photoshop on there and make it my imaging computer (to get it off my laptop, for heaven's sake). Or as a backup! I have never in my life had the luxury of both a laptop and a desktop. I win at geek!
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ONTD killed LJ	[Jun. 25th, 2009\|06:24 pm]
Apparently, the news about Michael Jackson's death--which caused massive hits on ONTD--has brought down Livejournal. According to their Status Report page, LJ is experiencing a "heavy database load." I am already starting the withdrawal symptoms!
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The Personal Hell Meme	[Nov. 30th, 2008\|07:35 pm]
If anyone's watching the Jets/Broncos game, the weather here is almost identical, except that it's a couple of degrees colder and the rain is apparently now ICE. Yeesh. Forget the horses. I'm going to stick with what works and stay on my couch, and watch the kajillionaire football players slipping and sliding around that field and LAUGH AND LAUGH. The kickers are gonna earn their salaries today. I can't do that song-poem meme, because I left my mp3 player at work. I can't do the flickr meme, because I don't actually understand it. So I am going to make my own meme! It's called the Personal Hell Meme. Personal Hell Meme: You list your least favorite things, then put them together, to show what your own hell would be, should hell exist and should you have the misfortune to end up there. ( I think you should all do this. I LOVE seeing the stuff that people hate! ) Oh my god. SHUDDERS All of a sudden, my current life looks TOTALLY BLISSFUL. I am so grateful for the awesomeness of my 13 channels of basic cable, my couch with my choice of music, my totally odor-free apartment, the fine variety of healthy foods in my pantry and the half-read copy of "The Two Towers" on my bedside table. WHOA.
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withdrawal: hour two

[Nov. 18th, 2008|12:53 pm]

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I've got Firefox, with the Speed Dial app installed, with my most-visited pages there as thumbnails. I've got FF up pretty much all day at work.

Guess which thumbnail I keep clicking, OVER AND OVER AND OVER AGAIN, despite the fact that I know full well that LJ is down?? You guessed it. Much like Dean Winchester and the Magic Fingers, apparently I will keep pressing that button all day, desperate for my fix.

It's sick. It's Pavlovian. It's reflexive.

SOMEONE GIVE ME BACK MY LIVEJOURNAL. *sob*

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people disparaging things they have no understanding of	[Aug. 22nd, 2008\|10:39 pm]
If I read ONE MORE person online saying that "Dressage isn't a sport" or "I don't know why they have equestrian events, the horses do all the work" or "the rider just sits there and does nothing" I am going to put my horse on a truck, track that person down, drive to their house, hand them the reins, and say "hey, have at it. Don't forget to wear your helmet. May I also recommend a full-body airbag?" Then I will videotape it and make lots and lots of cash on America's Funniest Home Videos. I trained under a two-time Olympian for a year. I rode five horses a day and ended up with something ridiculous like 9% bodyfat, a size 2, and was throwing 100-lb hay bales every day with ease. But riding's not a SPORT, oh no. eyeroll In happier news, holy shit, the mens' 10m platform divers from the US are pretty, pretty, supernaturally pretty. There was that article in the NY Times extolling the fact that the Olympics is one of the few times where it's socially acceptable to blatantly ogle nearly-naked people all shined up and contorting themselves. It's SO TRUE. And SO FUN. And they SO DESERVE IT, looking the way they do. Damn. Honestly, the two US divers look like they're competing for Adorable Twink Number One in a gay softcore movie.
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Milla J	[Aug. 16th, 2008\|11:21 am]
In celebration of the fact that it's Saturday, I woke up at 7:30, and I've already been to the bank and the post office and done two loads of laundry, I thought I would share a couple of pictures. These pictures have been my happy place for two days (displaced only briefly by those hotass Olympic crew guys from Germany). My friend Sandy linked me to the Celeb Dump site for Milla Jovovich, and oh my god, oh my god. I usually code pretty straight. I'd call myself a 2 on the Kinsey scale, most probably. But Milla is just about my ideal human. I'd choose her over Jensen Ackles. I'd choose her over Jared Padalecki, James Marsters, Bruce Willis, maybe even Callum Keith Rennie. I'd choose her over...okay, maybe not Vin Diesel, but hey, threesome? So, here, resized for your JF viewing comfort (but still big enough to be gooorgeous), have a few (12... ETA: Had to add another one. Now it's 13. Last two are just the teensiest bit NWS) of my ( very favorite pictures of Milla Jovovich, my sekrit girlfriend. )
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ma vie en rose

[Aug. 10th, 2008|08:41 am]

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After some rather impressive emergency MRI action last week, I was diagnosed on Friday with two severely herniated discs in my neck. Apparently they were pretty sure it was that all along. Or, you know, a brain tumor. Whatever.

The thing is, no one's sure what caused it, especially me. I've been a semi-professional athelete (recently, even) and took spills and tumbles and injuries. I've been in a couple of car accidents over the years (I wasn't driving!). Hell, I fell down the stairs one particularly embarrassing time. It's driving me crazy that I can't pinpoint what caused the injury, only the moment when it started to flare up and press on nerves.

My whole family is reacting to news of my neck in their own inimitable way, by suggesting possible causes. Here are some of the highlights:

- Whiplash from that one time you changed your argument so fast because I was RIGHT. (dad)
- Didn't mom drop you on your head a couple of times? (sister 1)
- I told you those horses were dangerous. You should have gone to the doctor after the horse fell down on you. You're so dumb. (sister 2)
- Don't be stupid, Sister 2, Pet rides horses better than anyone, she'd have known if she needed to see a doctor. (sister 1)
- Hey, if you can't drive, can I use your car? (brother 1, in Atlanta)
- I bet it's all that time you spend on the computer. (dad)
- Oh, honey, how do you keep doing this to yourself? It was going to those rock concerts and 'headbanging' that did it, I read about this in the paper. (mom)
- She didn't go to rock concerts, she went to PUNK concerts, mom. Wait, did you ever get hit in the mosh pit? That never happened to me at Phish shows, you know. (brother 1)
- Wait, a horse FELL DOWN ON YOU? (mom)

Me: *helpless laughter*

PS- if you're in USistan, please root for Courtney King in the dressage portion of the olympics. She's a friend of mine and it's her first Olympics and YES. GO COURTNEY GO! I'm bummed she didn't bring Idocus, but I know her ride is going to be great.

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welcome to the jungle

[Jul. 31st, 2008|08:42 pm]

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So, I've been reading through some of the old Ginmar wanks. Yeah, I know, masochism, but I was bored and I'm always willing to have a laugh for good old times' sake (in this case, being called a rapist. ALWAYS fun). Anyway. I found this most awesome thread in...one of those dozens of wanks where Ginmar goes off about rape.

To quote:

WANKPROPHET: So, once again, ginmar forces herself into other peoples' conversations and proceeds to inject her nasty fluids into unwilling victims.

Ginmar...she's like rape, in a way.

(Were it not for our rules against trolling, I'd so post that to her just to piss her off.)

MOONJAGUAR: Ginmar's on Tviokh's friendslist though so it's more like informed consent?

WANKPROPHET: In this case, tviokh is just a material witness -- she's not the one being violently and scuzzily ginmared.

I LOVE IT. How did I miss this? "Ginmar" as a VERB. It's so brilliant! With so many uses!

"I was talking about making my favorite kind of pie, and this total stranger started screaming about how baking is demeaning to women and supports the patriarchy. Whew, I got really Ginmared that time!"

"I've never actually had someone reply to me with a completely nonsensical ramble about Iraq and mass graves when all I was doing was asking about the plot of the newest Buffy comic. Guess Ginmaring is becoming more common every day!"

"I think I accidentally Ginmared someone today. They clutched their head, whimpered 'Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up, just SHUT the fuck UP,' and ran away. Man, I feel terrible."

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it's bugariffic!	[Jun. 11th, 2008\|10:31 am]
So. This morning, I woke up before my alarm, but I was all curled under my blankets and cool and comfy. THE HEAT HAS FINALLY BROKEN YAY. I manged to fight my way through a shower and getting ready for work, even got here early, and what did I find on arrival? Why, another of our atomic roaches waiting for me. In the two months I've been working at this job, this is the third gigantic insect I've seen. I've decided to put together a slide show. The Wildlife of Waverly Hall. Here are some of the opening images I've managed to compile. Don't click if you're seriously bug-phobic, but I am very fond of my mad photoshop skillz (not really, the pics are from my cruddy cameraphone and I slapped these together in about 3 minutes), and Big Jane and her family are DEFINITELY impressive. ( The Wildlife of Waverly )
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Fic LJ	[Jan. 20th, 2008\|08:35 pm]
New fic LJ announcement! My LJ's had to go completely friendslocked, for real life/job related reasons, and I feel sucky about that, because all my fic was there. So I made a fic journal, and it's surprisingly handy to have everything in one spot! It's here, and it either contains or links to just about every piece of writing I've ever done in fandoms past and present. Like I said...handy! grin
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	[Dec. 2nd, 2007\|05:55 pm]
Um, am I the only person who can't get to Livejournal? Like, at all, in any way? The six apart status page says it's up...what the hell? ETA: From Sixapart Status: Dec 02, 2007 LiveJournal LiveJournal is currently unavailable. GREAT. Just great. Thanks for all that helpful info, LJ. SIGH.
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what it feels like for a girl	[Dec. 2nd, 2007\|08:36 am]
Okay, so, I've been reading in a lot of fandoms lately. Supernatural, CWRPS, bandom, and on and on and so on. And I've noticed that there are a LOT of genderswap/genderfuck stories out there at the moment. I don't know if it's the phase of the moon or the gravitational pull of the sun, or what. The thing is, when I go down my delicious network page and I see about fifteen "so and so turns into a girl" stories, it definitely makes me sit up and go, "huh." And since I have a vicious biting headache and it's the frozen fucking arctic out there and we haven't put another movie in yet, of course I am going to post ( thoughts on same. ) My houseguest Cathy keeps forcing me to look at really bad Supernatural and Heroes fanart. REALLY BAD, like, beyond bad and into terrifying. I thought the HP fanart was bad, but it's NOTHING to this. This may actually be scarring me for life. She's dangerous, y'all! Don't let her do this to you! cringes in remembered horror
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slave to fashion

[Nov. 16th, 2007|06:15 pm]

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Let me just get this out there: I hate the new trend towards high-waisted pants.

Don't get me wrong, the low low low cut pants were getting out of control. I don't need to know how great your bikini waxer is, or the color of your thong, thanks. But those really high waisted pants, that come all the way up to the bottom of the wearer's ribcage? They do not work on anyone who has hips. Thighs. Tummy. Anything. They look almost okay on MODELS, but even on them, it tends to make them look terribly bottom-heavy.

I am a fairly small person and granted, very short, but I look like a whale in the high-waisted monstrosities. A very hippy whale. Those things make me feel like I'm trapped in a time machine to the very worst part of the 80s and I can't get out. Or maybe in a musical number from a Gene Kelly movie where he's playing a sailor and doing a quick leaping jete from the bow of his ship to the dock in his dress whites to save the fair maiden from marrying the banker or whatever. The look kind of works on him. NO ONE ELSE.

Can't we just find a happy compromise? A couple of inches below the belly button, cut nicely so they don't gap everywhere if you have a waist, you know, pants that look GOOD?

Yes, I have been shopping recently. And yes, I am traumatized. Don't even get me started on trying to find a size 5 pair of shoes. At least the four inch long pointy toes seem to be fading into blissless memory.

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dispatches from the dreamspace

[Oct. 8th, 2007|04:01 pm]

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I had a semi awesome, semi freaky dream last night.

My family and I seemed to be running some kind of huge bed and breakfast, or resort, or something. There were guests everywhere and I remember I was driving some of them around in a golf cart. Only, in one of the rooms there was this big bed, and I was laying on it, and looking out the big picture window. The window looked right into this little one-room cottage thing, and there, curled up on the couch together?

Gerard Way and Frank Iero.

There were a bunch of teenagers walking through and fan-teeny-ing all over the place, and the guys were super gracious and nice and were signing things. But then Gerard got up and closed the door, like they were hiding. And Frank looked up at me (through the window) and put his finger to his mouth, like, "Shhhh." And I nodded and rolled my eyes, and then we both cracked up and laughed at each other, through two windows, totally giggling and falling apart like idiots, it was awesome.

I think I figured that was license to go say hi, because I got up and was going to head over (for purposes of understanding this part, please realize that my hair is very short, and all brushed forward, in kind of a shaggy pixie cut). I was getting ready and suddenly realized that I had LONG HAIR. But ONLY IN THE BACK. And that I was going bald on top, for serious. And that in order to look normal I had to brush the hair in the back up over my head, and then I looked exactly like normal, only it was the combover from HELL. Yeah, I have no idea here. But I looked fine and headed out, hoping that no one would touch my hair and reveal my giant bald head, and then, of course, I woke up.

I never got to meet Gerard and Frank, even in the dream. But they were awesomely cute, and obviously together (apparently my subconscious is a tinhat! Who knew!), so even with the baldness/freak mullet/combover thing, I overall count it as a win.

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the insanity continues!

[Sep. 18th, 2007|04:18 pm]

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I found a really great (and super hot) tattoo artist who works across the street from my office, they've just opened up the store, and the main guy there, whew. I forsee spending a great deal of time in there flirting (he looks kind of...well, like a dark haired Bob Bryar, with Jeffrey Dean Morgan eyes, only with way more tats and a scruffy beard and an eyebrow ring), and I think I'm going to get another tattoo, once I have any money again. SCORE.

Some concept songs for my hypothetical pop-punk chick band:

"I'm Not Your Mom"
"You Burn It Down You Clean It Up"
"Fish Don't Need Bicycles, But They Can Sure Be Fun" (U2 shoutout!)
"I Fucked Your Girlfriend"
"Hate Is Unsexy"
"Who Allowed You Out Of The House Wearing That Hat?"
"Dear Hootchie: You, Out Of My Gender!"

Oh, this should be fun. The pharmacist promised that this allergy pill wouldn't make me crazier! He promised! He's a dirty dirty liar.

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gnocchi for breakfast

[Sep. 15th, 2007|01:53 pm]

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I've been bopping around on del.ic.ious, my shiny new toy. It's kind of like Wikipedia-surfing; I click one link, and then it leads me to another, and another, and so on and so forth.

I've noticed something, though, and I had to stop and think about it, and why it made me so uncomfortable. It has to do with recs. Del.ic.ious is all recs all the time, so I suppose it concentrates reccing in a way I've rarely seen before.

I find myself seriously disliking...how do I put this. Negative recs? That's about as close as I can come to a descriptive term. I don't judge people on the stories/art/whatever they rec, themselves, but I find that I DO judge them on the WAY they do so.

I myself rec what I like. It could be the craziest crackfic or insanely badly written fic or the best-written masterpiece in fandom: if something about it tickles me or pleases me or makes me smile, I will rec it. Jesus, people, I used to post regular updates on my progress through Matthew Haldeman-Time's "Living" series! And I might say, "hey, this is crack!" or "look, this story has a few tense issues, but this characterization of Dean is awesome and SO worth it" or something like that, just so people who avoid that stuff won't click the link.

But I would never say "god, this story sucks, I have no idea why I even read it." Or "decent story but the ending is the worst ever, I hated it when I finished it." Or "crappy characterizations but I guess the plot is okay, if cliched." I'm not saying I've never said something about a fic that someone might find hurtful, but I truly try not to.

I find that kind of thing OFFENSIVE. And I'm seeing a quite a bit of it on del.ic.ious, more than I think I've seen anywhere else. It's like these people are terrified that someone might think they LIKED A STORY that is OMG NOT HIGH ART OR LITERATURE. It looks petty and mean and obnoxious. And couching it as a 'rec' just makes the slap a little more backhanded.

It doesn't make me think the reccer is descriminating and cool and picky about fic. It makes me think they're bitchy and pretentious. I'm sorry, but it's true. I know it might be dorky and stupid, but I really believe in the "if you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" idea. Or rather, "if you must say something critical, at least say it politely, and couple it with praise." Of course, you can say whatever you want on your recs list, your del.ic.ious, wherever you want on the web. But I then reserve the right to form an opinion on you based on that. If bitchy judgemental negativity is the main impression I get from your recs list, then. Well.

I would like to go out for coffee with a person who squeaks with unselfconscious joy over the newest genderswap epic and who recs it with clear and eager pleasure. I would like to SMACK the faux-intellectual snot who you can almost HEAR sigh with weariness as they type "I have no idea why I'm reading this, it's SO out of character and lame, but I guess it's okay. If you like that kind of thing." Poser. Man up and admit you like it and stop posturing around hoping everyone will think you're oh-so-discriminating.

ETA: Or maybe the reccer just doesn't think the author or author's friends will ever see it, and is making notes for him/herself, which, yeah. But the tone of quite a few of these seems flat-out nasty to me, so I can't really buy that that accounts for all of it.

*SCOWL*

...Um. Well then. Good morning, everyone! *ahem* I'll just go over here and eat my pasta, now that I've gotten that out of my system.

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Music!	[Aug. 28th, 2007\|10:46 pm]
My Chemical Romance. I'd never seen them before, don't know any of their music, and only know two of their names, but MAN what a great show! ( Gerard Way wants to save your life... ) Holyshit, my knee hurts SO MUCH right now. I am going to ice it, check email, check the friendslist, then head to bed. I'm so glad I went, but now I have to sleep for about a thousand hours. Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, all.
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