[sticky entry] Sticky: Adding on DW/About Me

May. 3rd, 2016 04:57 am
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So in the last few weeks (perhaps more like months), a majority of the people on my Reading List have...

fled the premises, or else have... )
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"Yahoo will be combined with AOL".

While I'm all for the synergies presented by Verizon owning both companies, I am - I realized after writing about it - *not* in favor of a) AOL being completely absorbed by Yahoo nor b) the opposite happening.

As I just got done bitching about under lock, if either thing occurs it means something like this fiasco might be the end result, which means I might have to blog again.

And noooooo, noooooo, noooooo. I don't want to.

ETA, minutes later: googled around and found The Verizon Yahoo purchase, explained. It seems Yahoo's the one shutting down about half of its "verticals" (aka, mostly their "websites") not AOL, which jibes with my thinking: AOL still has a vibrant sort of thing going on in some cases, traffic-wise, while Yahoo does not. Which also finally solves the riddle of Yahoo shutting down Messenger. Of course! Because now everyone can just use AIM. I knew something weird was behind that. I just never guessed what.

This is the better of the two folds for me because it means I won't have to blog. Historically I don't help people with losing their Yahoo stuff and have no reason to start doing so now.

marahmarie: LOLOL Internet (lol aol lol internets lol lulz)

And with that, the consummation of the union I've pined away for for 10 freaking years (synergies, man; all the synergies) is well underway. Wedded bliss, at long last!

Like many marriages, this one was arranged by the groom's dad (Verizon, the proud adoptive parent of AOL) after the would-be-bride (the regal and perpetually purple-attired Queen Yahooniti) freaked out about it, saying, "I will NEVER marry you! Stop telling me I've got male! I don't want it!!!"

Finally her parents were like, "Money, bitches. Show us the money, and you can have our daughter; otherwise she will never be yours". So they showed it - $4.8 billion pieces of it, to be precise, one handsome dowry, indeed - which even includes Tim Armstrong, who the Queen's secretly been crushing on for years.

And the Yahoonitis were pleased.

But then there's Marissa. What will become of her? At least until the transition completes, her and Timmy are coworkers again (co-CEOS, I guess? Stranger things have happened), which might make me titter under normal circumstances, but from what I've heard they get on rather well, or at least did over at Google...the synergies, man.

I'm just basking in the warm glow of all these synergies.

marahmarie: For those who've passed (candle)

I'd put writing about this off because I'm really tired but then it won't be the anniversary of her death anymore, so...when Amy died I didn't light a candle because at the time I just couldn't stomach her. She looked weird, and the bun, and the rather dramatic weight loss, and she was so foul-mouthed and contralto in her songs I just could not. Stand her.

I'd downloaded some of her music when she was still alive, and actually listened to it, so I tried. She's still the only famous Jewish pop singer I can think of offhand besides Barbra Streisand and as someone with a Jewish father, I admired her for that, because Jewish stars are rare and usually immensely talented if they do become famous. So knowing how celebrated and popular (and Jewish) she was, I tried to like her, or at least her music.

Then, I think sometime shortly after she passed, I listened to another song of hers. I can't recall if it was something I'd downloaded previously and perhaps never played because I was so disgusted with her other music and overall persona or if I just happened to catch it on Youtube, but I was crying before the song was over. It was a completely uncharacteristic-for-her ballad called Love Is A Losing Game. While I can do without the "five story fire" early on (I'd never understood what she thought she was adding to her catalog with her bawdiness or profanity, and I still don't) the rest of the song is a haunting retrospective on love gone wrong.

Seriously, there are maybe five songs in the world I can't listen to more than a few times a year, and even then only if I'm prepared to start crying because I know that's where this is leading, and this song is on that list.

With that, I not only forgave her transgressions against my ears and fashion sense, I actually, really got into her music. All of it. Now there's almost nothing mainstream I can hear from her that I don't like or already know the words to, with (so far) Tears Dry On Their Own (a rather upbeat and energetic live version she performed in Berlin; I don't really care for the studio recording or other versions), Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow and Valerie among my favorites.

In clicking on news about her tonight I found some more covers she did, most of which I don't think I've heard yet, and saw mention of a posthumous album, Lioness: Hidden Treasures, which I'm pretty sure I haven't heard all the way through (but I'm playing it on Youtube while I type this; it's OK, so far; she could perform Valerie half-asleep and totally acapella and I swear I'd still dig it).

marahmarie: His life flashes before my eyes (Carlos Estevez)

I wish you were here. The world's not been the same since you've been gone. I'm not the same. I'm less risk-taking, more all-out when I do take risks, less sorry, more successful when I bother and less likely to than ever before and not at all sure why I'm here nor why I was left behind. I can't make it without you and don't want to and yet. Something's making me. The fact that I wake up each day. I gave no permission, would rescind it if I could, been trying to for four years but they won't take it back, whoever gives won't take it away. I wouldn't want you here: the world's horrible, a mean and selfish, violent and ugly, inward and self-centered place grown rotten to its core. I'd want you here, though, to discuss it with at least one of you and to rake you over the coals with the other, because you know better. But I miss both of you, not equally, but just as much in different ways, and for entirely different reasons. And I miss who I was around you and don't even know who I am without you to fall back on. Or is that against. I miss what the world once was and what it could've been. I hate where it's going.

I don't know why I'm writing this.

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1)(tags) Finish sub-catergorizing [tag: subtag].
2) (css) See about right-justfiying metadata above linkbar, because damn, I'm preferring extraneous info right-justified.
3) (css) Comment section right-hand gutter is, whoops, looking a bit narrower than the left. (just my imagination; this was one pixel off - in the other direction)

My eyes are...quite done for now. Left off here, about four years ago. ETA: one of the little-known perks of having more than 700 posts is skiplinks stop working at skiplink #749. Luckily I was back to mid-2009 by then. When they stop working, Dreamwidth throws you "View previous day" links. Luckily my internet's fast because otherwise that would've been torture.

Need to go a second time once first round is done to add food ("cooking"? "Comestibles"? Maybe a French word or phrase), software (either the blanket term "software" or else parse out names), poems (but I'm giving this some inappropriate name that only I can connect them to, like "oranges" "enchantment", because that's what poems are), my now-dead userscript ("uso"), prior utility/cable companies, and maybe a similarly inappropriate name for anything that falls through the cracks/is locked.

Found two three CSS issues in perusing skiplinks: the linkbar is not clearing one-line posts and metadata is jamming into linkbars where a tagbar isn't around to separate them. Not every post will have a tag (well, not if I don't go with tagging what falls through cracks/is locked) so this might be an issue on my page and will be one on my Reading page, no doubt. And top of page link isn't landing correctly on day entries. Needs a butt kick to the right.

Also have the problem where one tag is making me look psychic because it's past tense on what was written in present tense. There's a word for that but my brain is getting too done to find it. Anachronism.

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In case you haven't been online or reading lately, Bowie's my new kitten. This is hardly an exhaustive list and will probably grow right along with him...

In order of what he played with first...

  • Catnip-stuffed mice, birds and fur-covered roll-y balls
  • Homemade catnip socks (take a small Ped footie, stuff with catnip, knot closed)
  • The ring toy I bought Stuie before I realized he was too sick to enjoy it; scratches his claws thoroughly on the scratch pad and bats the attached ball around - added another ball today with a rattle in it that also spins through the groove perfectly
  • The Blue Bird of Happiness (a mouse with feathers on a long stick; eyes light up and flash on/off while it sings like a bird; hangs off a long plastic stick with feathers at the human-end which are fun to bat at and chew on, too)
  • My hair, fingers, toes, hands, arms, and the sides of my bare legs, the latter of which for some reason are fun for scratching, but only when I'm asleep
  • Toes and fingers under the sheets and comforter, and why walk toward them when you can hop and jump, instead
  • Batting toilet paper and paper towel rolls around is fun
  • Hanging off the scratching post batting at the catnip sock nailed into it? Fun
  • The toilet paper on the spindle is sooooooo much fun to unroll!
  • Paper bags - smaller ones for jumping on and tearing apart (which also make good balls for chasing when crumpled up and tossed) - bigger ones for hiding inside of, especially with toys, which we continually eject from the bag like foreign objects
  • The shoelace from the hood of my sweatshirt is one of the greatest toys of all time. Kudos to mommy for "inventing" this
  • Tin foil balls, especially when stuffed into a toilet paper roll so they're reeeeeeally hard to get
  • Balled up paper dinner napkins are fun to shred and leave all over the living room for mommy to pick up later
  • Balled up paper towels are not as shredd-y, but are much more fun for mommy
  • The six foot tall fake tree in the living room is fun for climbing
  • Playing with mommy's fingers through the open steps of the staircase? Lotsa fun
  • Chewing mommy's knuckles is fun, earning him the nickname "knuckle-biter". He rarely hurts when he bites or scratches and seems to go out of his way not to. My calicos, by contrast, will shred any part of your body you use to play with them, on contact.

Things Bowie will eat

Bowie has turned out to be unbelievably fussy about wet food. He doesn't like anything organic or with seafood or beef, though he pretended to the first week or so he was here. But he loves (non-organic) chicken because OMG yum...I have no idea why he likes it so much (but doesn't like fresh-roasted chicken right off any chicken I just roasted...he pretended to like that, too, for a while, but no longer does...go figure). Bowie also loves...

  • Fancy white albacore tuna in oil (can't do this too much because tuna leeches taurine from their bodies; without taurine they can't function)
  • Dry food. He's eating adult (Purina Naturals) because that's what the twin calicos eat and I just haven't bought kitten chow. But I'm thinking I should; I'm just afraid it's going to make two fat calicos even fatter, but it might be best for Bowie's energy needs (ETA: a human's currently at the store acquiring Kitten Chow).
  • Crunchy cat treats...right now it's Frisky's Party Mix Crunch in Chicken, Liver and Turkey flavors
  • Deli ham and deli turkey
  • Swiss cheese
  • Crackers
  • Likes to lick the salt off any salty snack (last night, it was nuts)
  • Thinks mommy is a goddess after she fed him a piece of linguine with buttery sauce on it yesterday. The looks of pure love and adoration he beamed my way afterward were priceless. :)

Places Bowie likes to sleep

  • The two-cushion sueded couch, laying on the blanket
  • The three cushion leather couch; always chooses the cushion by the patio
  • The leather hassock
  • My bed
  • On the floor next to my night table (this is sort of a nightmare because I'm afraid of getting out of bed and stepping on him, especially in the dark)
  • The living room rug by the patio
  • If Bad Calico is giving him grief, under the leather couch (I usually spray her until she runs upstairs, then call him out if I catch him in time, because I don't want him to grow up being a hider. He responds to a high pitched squeal I give him which roughly translates to the word "baby" and comes running back to me, every time).

I found a low cost clinic that will neuter him but not until he's three months old or three pounds, whichever he achieves first. I've been trying to tell Other Person he's already three pounds but he doesn't think so. I think he is. He has giant hands, feet and fingers which prove he's going to be a mountain lion large cat when he grows up, and I think he's at three pounds now. Without the I'm A Poor Person Discount, the total comes out to around $150ish. With, about $80 bucks. Includes pre-exam, shots, rabies shot, the surgery, pain meds and fluids.

I've also found other low-cost clinics and groups that give out vouchers but that's for neutering only. I want him to at least have a cursory exam and his shots, too. Because we can't agree on how much Bowie weighs and I don't have a way to prove it, I'm going to wait a few more weeks; he'll surely be three pounds, if not more, by then.

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Yeah, I know...nuh-uh, no more, but it's an election year and I need a tag for Trump. While I'm at it, I need a CSS tag and a couple of other good tags, too.

In the linked post above I made simply amazing arguments for not using tags, all of which I stand by 100% (it's funny how little I can disagree with myself, even given time and distance to think things over) but I've fucked so hard with Google's algorithms as applied to my blog (by changing metadata, blog organization and deleting tags, which in in itself seems to have permanently lost Google's bot out in space somewhere) that googling my own writing isn't as easy or reliably quick as it used to be anymore.

I've always had a theory - that's been enraging my online enemies since 2006 or so - that if you can't beat 'em, join 'em. While as a practical matter it's not always feasible nor ethical to do so - not in all areas of my life - SEO is the one area where I tend to jump right in, so I'm only going to make tags for things I need to see doing well in Google. Should be fun.

I just checked DW's settings for tags and was reminded there are none. Metadata can be moved above or below each post but does not take tags with it. I want tags above and metadata below, and there is no untangling it unless I figure out how to re-write the s2 or put in a Suggestion at [site community profile] dw_suggestions that gets adapted.

But I'm pretty sure I have a suggestion in queue for it, already. Luckily, I save hard copies of my suggestions since [staff profile] denise only publishes them once every 20 years or so rather irregularly, so I'll have to go through them soon, to double check.

Which reminds me, this is the last year I'm paying for Dreamwidth. I'm paid up through next spring, and I'm not sorry I am, but after that - barring some pretty miraculous changes - I'm done. Suggestions queue doesn't run anymore and truth be told, site owner is chronically ill, so she needs to pass the baton along to someone else now.

No, I'm not kidding. And I'm not going to sit here and keep my mouth shut when the lack of changes for the better on this site are hurting not just me but everyone.