falling_voices

... of how LiveJournal managed to alienate its entire userbase because it wanted to be Facebook when it grew up. LJ, seriously, do you want us to move to DreamWidth? do you?

Well, at any rate, they're hosting a free-signing week over there now, no need for invite codes, so I've opened an account, in case LJNews continues to ignore the fifty pages and counting of people protesting and there's a mass migration. I might not come to use it, but at least it's there, and if needed I can use it to mirror the entries here.

Most of the kinkmemes I'm on have managed to circle round the problem by using Minimalist layout styles that at least allow us to use preview comments and parent threads, thankfully. So far, I think kinkme_merlin is closest to our normal comment pages, but sherlockbbc_fic doesn't seem to be doing a bad job either. (Thank everything. I browse that meme in flat view, having no parent option on threads would be horrible.)

And then of course I spent two hours trying to find a layout that would 1. be readable with the comment pages customized, 2. fit ToNC, which with its fuckton of coding doesn't fit most customized comment pages, and 3. actually look good. I've settled on this one, for now; I might switch to a cleaner, black&white one later, I dunno. Thoughts?

On the other hand, there is new (new new new) Sherlock footage.

It’s taken me a few months but I think I’ve finally learnt my lesson:

Never, ever show anything of particular interest (to me, anyway) to my parents. If they don’t like it, they’re just going to spoil it. Every. Single. Time.

The one particular sentence I can’t stand is the ‘I really, really don’t want to imply that it isn’t good, but I really, really can’t understand how you can like this movie/book/TV show/song/poet‘ argument. It’s hypocritical and taking me for a fool and I want to bury it in some remote little corner and never let them use it again.

Especially when it’s about a TV show, because everybody knows TV shows aren’t art, and god forbid I should be so ridiculously excited about anything that isn’t art. Lordy. I’ll be sure to remember that from now on — it wouldn’t do to step over the outskirts of what I can and can't like, after all.

Protip, parents mine: I. Don’t. Give. A. Fuck.

 
Sa', I love you, but if you laugh at that one I'm going to have to kill you.

So, yesterday? right after I (did) finish my Lit. essay, thank lord that's over... my laptop crashed. (... what. It's only the fifth time in two years. Barely.) I've lost pretty much everything that was in it, except the few tidbits I'd saved, like, five months ago... everything else, including about 2,000 pictures and about as many pieces of writing, fanfiction and fiction alike, are gone. It's gone back to virgin-state. It's working, but I've had to re-install it all. 

The worst of it all is, I've also lost something like 20,000-words-worth of my own writing. And everything I've done so far on Homespun. (So, right, it wasn't much, and a good part of it is written out on paper, okay. But it's so frustrating.)

DO YOU HATE ME, GOD. I WOULD'VE LIKED TO GET THE MEMO.


Saaaaa', will you please return to the world of the living and get me some glompage, thx.