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Gemma pictures
Aug. 3rd, 2007 01:05 amIf anybody wants/needs to see what she looks like, here's her tag gallery URL from my ScrapBook:
http://pics.livejournal.com/sff_corgi/gallery/000111qy
http://pics.livejournal.com/sff_corgi/gallery/000111qy
Aug. 3rd, 2007
LiveJournal: Good News, Bad News
Aug. 3rd, 2007 03:16 amGood News:
Bad News:
Extension for Power Outage
LiveJournal was unavailable between approximately 2pm and 9pm PDT on Tuesday, July 24, 2007. We want to apologize for any inconvenience or frustration this caused. Please visit the news post for full details.
The outage was beyond our control. However, we value the support of our Paid members and want to compensate you for the window of time where the site was not accessible. Anyone who was an active Paid member as of any time Tuesday, July 24, 2007 is eligible for a 3 day extension of Paid time. You can claim this extension anytime from now until 12:01 GMT on August 6th.
The extension isn't automatic so that people who weren't affected can have the option to choose whether or not they want an extension. You can choose to claim your extension by going to this page: http://www.livejournal.com/pay/claim.bml
Bad News:
From here:HP fandom artists are being suspended. No confirmation as to why - but we are guessing it is the new LJ abuse policies?
note: When the LJ abuse post went up a few weeks ago I posted an NC-17 fic (Adult/16 yo, non-con) to my other journalari_o and several people reported it to LJ Abuse. LJ Abuse said my story was totally fine and not going to get me TOSsed. Looks like things might be different now.
ETA: Strikethough is gone. When you type a users name like the two suspended LJers we know aboutpornish_pixies....
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Well, at least I saw Sirius this morning
Aug. 3rd, 2007 07:13 amThe star, not the corgllie, although I saw him, too. Did not see Gemma, although I just had a guy drive by and say he saw her outside the fence as is her usual habit around this time yesterday.
Can somebody confirm for me that I'm neither missing time nor in a different spiritual plane? Or maybe check to see if I've all of a sudden got UFOs overhead?
I got home from my half-shift. Unlocked the front door. Annie's always at the front, she bolted out and to the right off the porch. Dog barged into the house to do testosterone things at Sirius (the corgllie, not the star), who did them back. This was distracting, but I finally got them sorted so I could put down my stuff and get D'Argo and Meissa out. I think I must have let Sirius (still the corgllie) out the back door, as is our habit. I had been putting up flyers all over, so I was parched and got a Diet Pepsi out of the fridge. Meissa and Sirius (corgllie) were barking unusually, so instead of retrieving my knapsack, I went out back. This was a total of, what, five minutes, right? No idea what was interesting - maybe a cat.
Also... no Annie. No Annie in the yard, no Annie in the neighbour's yard. Schlepped back through the house, no Annie on the street. Schlepped from one end of the block to the other (I'm in the middle). No Annie. Got the keys and drove around the block some more, not the least sign of Annie.
Was she bodily assumed into Heaven? Was she teleported? Did she slip through a tesseract?
Yes, all the gates were secured; yes, her hole was blocked. She never escaped all that fast before anyway, and then wouldn't just take off running, she'd sniff around and taunt me with her proximity.
Why is this happening to me?
I'd ask if somebody decided the story of Job needed an modernised remake, but that would be arrogant and presumptuous, as if my problems actually compared to those of people in real struggles.
Can somebody confirm for me that I'm neither missing time nor in a different spiritual plane? Or maybe check to see if I've all of a sudden got UFOs overhead?
I got home from my half-shift. Unlocked the front door. Annie's always at the front, she bolted out and to the right off the porch. Dog barged into the house to do testosterone things at Sirius (the corgllie, not the star), who did them back. This was distracting, but I finally got them sorted so I could put down my stuff and get D'Argo and Meissa out. I think I must have let Sirius (still the corgllie) out the back door, as is our habit. I had been putting up flyers all over, so I was parched and got a Diet Pepsi out of the fridge. Meissa and Sirius (corgllie) were barking unusually, so instead of retrieving my knapsack, I went out back. This was a total of, what, five minutes, right? No idea what was interesting - maybe a cat.
Also... no Annie. No Annie in the yard, no Annie in the neighbour's yard. Schlepped back through the house, no Annie on the street. Schlepped from one end of the block to the other (I'm in the middle). No Annie. Got the keys and drove around the block some more, not the least sign of Annie.
Was she bodily assumed into Heaven? Was she teleported? Did she slip through a tesseract?
Yes, all the gates were secured; yes, her hole was blocked. She never escaped all that fast before anyway, and then wouldn't just take off running, she'd sniff around and taunt me with her proximity.
Why is this happening to me?
I'd ask if somebody decided the story of Job needed an modernised remake, but that would be arrogant and presumptuous, as if my problems actually compared to those of people in real struggles.
GOT AN ANNIE!
Aug. 3rd, 2007 11:37 amNo, I have no idea. I just heard the right kind of noise outside, got up, there she was at the door.
OK, feeling less insane now, thanks. :D
OK, feeling less insane now, thanks. :D
The trials of the Hogwarts IT director
Aug. 3rd, 2007 05:14 pmForwarded by stormrunner, because between dogs and LiveJournal misbehaving and [problem X], don't we really need a giggle about now?:
By John Cox, Network World, 07/19/07
Among the many mysteries, both great and small, surrounding the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the attempt to create a computer network in the mid-1990s.
Until now, almost nothing has been known of this secretive and short-lived project, or of the Muggle hired to bring it to fruition as the school’s first and, to date, last director of information technology.
But in the most recent release by Hogwarts of the papers of its late headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, is a memo from the director, one J.W. Coxrid, announcing his resignation. Aside from his being a Muggle, Coxrid’s antecedents are unknown. The memo reveals a singularly unhumorous man, quick to take offense, and with a well-developed sense of his own self-importance, which is typical in those steeped in arcane disciplines.
As is often the case in the magical world, precise dates are uncertain. The memo itself is undated, and independent accounts of the period (cf. the work of Rowling, J.K.) make no mention of the ill-starred project or of Coxrid. But other documents, including payroll records from the Ministry of Magic, make it clear that Coxrid was hired around mid-1995 and resigned abruptly the following Spring.
All that is know of Coxrid’s subsequent carrier is that he invested recklessly in a series of increasingly hare-brained Dotcom start-ups, such as virtualgardening.net (“Leave the dirt and bugs where they belong: in the real world!”) and the mercifully short-lived babesofIT.com. When the Internet Bubble burst, so did his fortunes.
There is a brief obituary of one “J. Coxrid” that appeared in “The Times” in early 2002. Reading between the terse lines, it is clear that this wretch died drunk, destitute and alone, a mere shell of the promising IT professional he once was.
He left behind one mystery. The police report on the death of J. Coxrid includes a summary of an interview with a neighbor who described at length Coxrid’s feverish attempt, indeed obsession, to design and develop an innovative hand-held communicator: it would run on an EDGE cellular network, include Bluetooth and Wi-Fi radios, be able to play music and video files, and most notably of all have but a single button, the device being manipulated by brushing one’s fingers over a sensitive touch screen (one cannot but think that this was inspired by Coxrid’s encounter with wizardry at Hogwarts). He called the device the xPhone and all of his thoughts, sketches, diagrams, and plans were kept in a cheap composition-style notebook.
That notebook, if it ever existed, was never found.
stormrunner, because between dogs and LiveJournal misbehaving and [problem X], don't we really need a giggle about now?: By John Cox, Network World, 07/19/07
Among the many mysteries, both great and small, surrounding the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry is the attempt to create a computer network in the mid-1990s.
Until now, almost nothing has been known of this secretive and short-lived project, or of the Muggle hired to bring it to fruition as the school’s first and, to date, last director of information technology.
But in the most recent release by Hogwarts of the papers of its late headmaster, Albus Dumbledore, is a memo from the director, one J.W. Coxrid, announcing his resignation. Aside from his being a Muggle, Coxrid’s antecedents are unknown. The memo reveals a singularly unhumorous man, quick to take offense, and with a well-developed sense of his own self-importance, which is typical in those steeped in arcane disciplines.
As is often the case in the magical world, precise dates are uncertain. The memo itself is undated, and independent accounts of the period (cf. the work of Rowling, J.K.) make no mention of the ill-starred project or of Coxrid. But other documents, including payroll records from the Ministry of Magic, make it clear that Coxrid was hired around mid-1995 and resigned abruptly the following Spring.
All that is know of Coxrid’s subsequent carrier is that he invested recklessly in a series of increasingly hare-brained Dotcom start-ups, such as virtualgardening.net (“Leave the dirt and bugs where they belong: in the real world!”) and the mercifully short-lived babesofIT.com. When the Internet Bubble burst, so did his fortunes.
There is a brief obituary of one “J. Coxrid” that appeared in “The Times” in early 2002. Reading between the terse lines, it is clear that this wretch died drunk, destitute and alone, a mere shell of the promising IT professional he once was.
He left behind one mystery. The police report on the death of J. Coxrid includes a summary of an interview with a neighbor who described at length Coxrid’s feverish attempt, indeed obsession, to design and develop an innovative hand-held communicator: it would run on an EDGE cellular network, include Bluetooth and Wi-Fi radios, be able to play music and video files, and most notably of all have but a single button, the device being manipulated by brushing one’s fingers over a sensitive touch screen (one cannot but think that this was inspired by Coxrid’s encounter with wizardry at Hogwarts). He called the device the xPhone and all of his thoughts, sketches, diagrams, and plans were kept in a cheap composition-style notebook.
That notebook, if it ever existed, was never found.
Short form, blueeyedtigress linked to synecdochic, who linked to this article in her well-written post here — which yeah, we should all read.
This article, though - 7 web-pages, not horribly long - is also valuable reading. Just as 'Nny points out that outsiders (mundanes, etc.) don't have fandom's context for free speech and internal tolerance, neither do the people-out-there have CLUE ONE as to how computers and the web work. I talk to them every day ('What's a browser?'). Not CLUE ONE.
When people not having Clue One could mean you're sent to jail for decades and stuck on a sex offender registry, it's important to understand their lack of context.
blueeyedtigress linked to synecdochic, who linked to this article in her well-written post here — which yeah, we should all read.This article, though - 7 web-pages, not horribly long - is also valuable reading. Just as 'Nny points out that outsiders (mundanes, etc.) don't have fandom's context for free speech and internal tolerance, neither do the people-out-there have CLUE ONE as to how computers and the web work. I talk to them every day ('What's a browser?'). Not CLUE ONE.
When people not having Clue One could mean you're sent to jail for decades and stuck on a sex offender registry, it's important to understand their lack of context.
An incomplete forensic examination can lead to the creation of an “airtight” criminal case against the wrong person. Next time it could be a senior corporate executive who could face some jail time. Maybe then we will do something about it.
(Classism and sexism strike again - the victim of the lawsuit in this case is a female elementary school teacher.)
(Classism and sexism strike again - the victim of the lawsuit in this case is a female elementary school teacher.)
