May 13, 2009

http://lukadia.livejournal.com is Mother.

http://lukadia.livejournal.com is Father.

Rehoming

Well, I've been debating back and forth about whether to stay on Blogger or go back to LJ.

Pro for Blogger: I like the interface a lot better. It's clean and orderly and laid out quite well, and I haven't been spammed yet. Also, it feels more grown-up in a vaguely undefined sort of way.

Cons: It has become too complicated to keep in touch with people. Not a lot of my LJ friends made the jump to the new format, so we put up an RSS feed for their friend lists. This created a redundancy I have never liked: I get two sets of comments on each entry, on-site and on the feed, and I can't get email notification of the feed comments, which means I don't always see them unless I check manually for new ones. The feed posts vanish into the ether after a certain amount of time, so there's no history to look back at later in case I want to refer back to a discussion. Also, I am nowhere near grown-up enough to be worried about my image, so who am I even kidding?

The last straw was placed on the camel's back last week, when Seebs upgraded my phone to a Sidekick (or as I like to call it, Buttkick, since that's what it does, along with booting me in the head to remind me of appointments and whatnot), and I can't use it to update Blogger because for some reason the "publish post" button is one of the many links the mobile does not under any circumstances seem to want to recognize as clickable. So I lost my first post (written in bed as I was falling asleep) to the void while dicking around with the Buttkick trying to make it click the link.

I can, however, post to LJ with the greatest of ease, which means I could blog from anywhere there's wireless service. No way I'm using both LJ and Blogger as personal accounts, because that's way too confusing for people to keep track of, and my goal has always been to simplify my internet haunts to a manageable handful.

So I think I'm heading back to LJ, at least for a while. I'm over there most of the time anyway for my community stuff. Will keep this one open in case I get blogger's remorse later, but I'll try and disallow comments to avoid spammers.

So I'm off to *unclean unclean* buy myself a paid account on LJ. Not sure yet if I'll leave the creepy halloween theme going, I've gotten rather fond of that wicked awesome skullspider gif.

May 9, 2009

Update



Two more buckets of joy for your edification and amusement. And confusion, most likely. Sorry bout that, I'm going as fast as I can to get to the goodness.

When I breathe out, I can hear tiny high-pitched whistles from my throat. It sounds like tiny machinery's running down in there and all the machine elves are panicking. D:

May 8, 2009

Fat Guy on a Bike (WITH DOG) Goes to Lilydale Park



A perfect day for trail biking, fossil digging and (if you happen to be a dog) wetlands splashing. We came home three hours later, both liberally caked in 450,000,000 year old clay. It was difficult to judge which of us was panting harder from the heat and exertion.

One thing to mention: this new bike sure has some excellent shock absorption. The trails up there are littered with broken bricks and quite frequently washed out, and I didn't crash once. It was the first time I'd gone out rockhounding since the accident, and the first time I'd gone trailbiking since childhood. I had almost forgotten how much I missed both. Going back soon, possibly with friends or as part of an organized group. If not, alone on bike (WITH DOOOOG), exploring like a mofo under a cloud of discombobulated no-see-ums.

Remind me to bring more water next time. I thought I was going to die out there before I found the waterfall and let myself get rained on for a few minutes. Sweet bliss.

May 5, 2009

Locks of Laissez-Faire

Man, it never fails. I wore my hair down twice this month and both times strangers hit me up about Locks of Love. Fortunately neither one was pushy or irate this time, but it gets tiresome. I don't go up to people in the ATM line and ask them to toss their withdrawals in the March of Dimes jar, because it would be intrusive. Oh well, there are worse crosses to bear.

In other news, my bike is back from the shop, and it has a rearview mirror and ergonomic handgrips. Too cool.