fandom_wank made me do it

I have had several insane urges in the past half hour.

1) Insane desire to change name of journal. Much sadfacing ensued as I realized mmm_skyscraper was taken. mmmm_skyscraper is not, as are a handful of other permutations. Shut up, I like the song and it's a nifty phrase. The madness must stop. Also must resist temptation to grab deliciouschaos.

2) Insane desire to sort through this journal and copy all original things over to curiopapercrane.

3) Insane desire to then copy the copied original things over to IJ.

4) Truly insane desire to sort through this journal and copy all fanthings to IJ. This would be an exercise in pain, especially when I hit the 2002-2003 area.

5) Sort through/rename/delete tags on this journal until they make sense. This will be even more an exercise in pain than 4 was.


2 and 3 may yet happen, since I'm easily entertained. If, by the end of that, I am not frothing at the mouth, 4 may happen. Talk me into/out of 1, since I'm easy like that. TALK ME OUT OF 5.

Rove resigns? Rove resigns!


Mr Rove has been accused of underhand political tactics since his teenage years.

As a student, he invited Chicago vagrants to turn up for free beer at a plush reception for a Democrat state candidate - an incident he later described as a "youthful prank" that he regretted.


Never change, politics. Never change.

Merv Griffin dies.

1) YAY MUSE CONCERT

2) HOLY LIGHT SHOW BATMAN

3) I swear they used Electric Sheep as part of their Invincible movie-thing.

4) I did not get lost getting there or back. I can find my way around in Boston, but nowhere else.

5) Matthew Bellamy's voice is sexier in person. Did not think this conceivable.

6) GIANT CONFETTI-FILLED BALLOONS BOUNCING AROUND DURING BLISS. Did I mention they were awesome?

7) When they went offstage after the initial set, the auditorium decided to call them back with a combination lighter/cell phone display. WHAT HAS TECHNOLOGY DONE.

8) HOLY LIGHT SHOW BATMAN. It deserved saying twice.

9) In conclusion, \o/

YAY.

I don't think I'm actually in danger of any kind, but I wanted to play with the fun mirroring tools. *is a dork*

( Only blue. But still. AYA HAIR. )

I suppose it is possible for me to switch majors again without repeating a year. THESE ARE BAD THOUGHTS.

LJ speaks. Christ, has it been five days already? And damn, I feel skeevy for having two paid accounts. I suppose I have until December to un-skeeve myself somehow.

More links here.

A post that is not LJ drama linkage, news-spam, or video game freakouts coming soon. Seriously. Maybe.

I'm going to go back to writing now.

Brad Fitzpatrick bails on LJ.

Brad clarifies on the ValleyWag report; apologizes for lack of drama. That's okay, Brad. There's plenty to go around.

News at eleven: Frank the Goat retires to Aruba.


ETA: I understand that you may not trust us enough at this time to renew your account. If you do not feel the paid account benefits are worth the amount we are charging, or if you continue to be dissatisfied with the site's management, we encourage you to not renew your account until you are satisfied. We don't want any LiveJournal users to send us payment for our service unless they will be satisfied with what they'll receive. We sincerely hope that, over the next few months, we will be able to re-earn your trust as a paid account holder.

Now that's an interesting form letter.


MORE ETA: More classy words from LJ! More classy responses from fandom! *facedesk facedesk facedesk*

Damn it, Photobucket, stop tweaking out. It makes my layout look strange.

Further linkspam: a well-worded recap of What Is Going Down in regards to LJ.

It's probably very, very good for my academics that all of this happened over the summer. If there's a repeat of this in a month, I shall have to exert some serious willpower.

Classiest response to the shenanigans going down by LJ, fail/mffail?

I'm torn between laughing and cringing. The shirt-burning video wasn't even this bad.

Have gotten rusty after one month. My fine motor controls are now better at button-mashing. Curses.

So I just wasted the better part of two hours a) making Dolls icons (and one Depeche Mode icon, because I am the lamest music geek ever to lame) and b) uploading them to three different accounts. Now I have more icons, though!

It did occur to me that LJ is the weirdest journaling service in regards to icons out there. Every other spinoff service gives you at least 500 icons free. Not for LJ, oh no. SIX ICONS FOR YOU, PLEBE.

I mean, granted, I have maybe 300 icons saved to my computer and on my JF (500 icons) I have only uploaded 120-odd, but still. LJ has figured out that icons are the carrot on a stick to their users. If they suddenly announced that everyone got 1000 icons for free tomorrow, there would be mass forgiveness once the outrage at OMG DISTRACTION TACTIC and REFUND ME FOR MY PAID ACCOUNT/EXTRA ICON SPACE THAT I GOT FOR THE ICONS died down.

I should write a paper on icons, their place in social networking, the ongoing battle between 'to credit or not to credit', and the importance of having at least a hundred of them at all times. It would be a fantastic paper. I could touch on the subtle difference between making your own icons or scavenging all your icons, or how having an icon for every fandom you participate in is necessary because commenting with an icon from a different fandom in a fandom community can sometimes get you funny looks.

Hell, if I'm bored one day I might just write it for fun.

Republicans in the House of Representatives reacted to a vote on immigration by screaming "SHAME! SHAME! SHAME!"

Yeah, I got nothin'.

The other half of the law synecdochic discussed earlier today: to wit, she left out the part where the image also has to be deemed obscene. Good job on factchecking, self. *facepalm*

A kind, kind person talks about the legalese and other issues lurking beneath strike bold OHNOESthrough.

My god, I've been awake for half an hour already, and I haven't even made it through my flist or half the JF posts. I'm never going to move from this computer, but I'll do it in the name of being a deranged voyeur of sorts. Yeah.

LIVEJOURNAL KILLS DUMBLEDORE, PAGE 606 TOTALLY TRUE. YOU HEARD IT HERE FIRST.

The Potterdammerung rides slowly, but when it arrives, it arrives.

Man, why does August always have to be the suckiest month?

Self, many hours ago: Yay! Leveling! Ooh, I'll do that sidequest where I get the sword with attack pwr > 90! HEY I GOT ANOTHER ONE, LIFE IS AWESOME OKAY.

Self, fewer hours ago: Hey, this stealing for fun and profit thing really is...profitable! And I've gotten hella adept at x-down-up-x-x-x! *buys bubble belts in bulk before my hunter rank changes again*

Self, even fewer hours ago: I HAVE STOLEN NOT ONE BUT TWO EMBROIDERED TIPPETS MY LIFE IS EXCELLENT

Self, one hour ago: ...okay, tired now...and lost in the Tchita Highlands...I'll put exploring and leveling on hold and go find a savepoint in Sochen so I feel like I've made progress.

Self, en route to Sochen Palace: FUCK FUCK FUCK TEN SNAKES EATING MY FACE STOP EATING VAAN AND PENELO OH THAT'S IT MIST CHAINS FOR YOU

Self, arriving at Sochen Palace: There is no background music and zombies are trying to eat me. Also, why am I stealing strips of maggoty flesh? Where am I planning on keeping these while I wait to sell them for an exorbitant price?

Self, going into second room of Sochen Palace: ...oh hello boss fight. I have next to no MP but I'll mist-chain a bit. And ether a bit. And -- screw it, Fran and Mateus are going to kick some Mandragora ass.

Self, seeing the save point: With my luck, that's not really a save point.

Save point: *is not a save point but instead hits my entire party with Watera. A lot.*

Self, having beaten the mock-save-point and having saved: *gibbers incoherently, takes soda, and lurches upstairs*


I may be online a bit more these days.

Paris Hilton disinherited.

( Below the cut is a visual representation of my feelings this past week. )

Shine on, you crazy filler animators.

ANONYMOUS DOES NOT FORGIVE

Watch carefully as Fox News explains the etymology of LULZ in small words.