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bloodyrosemccoyDangitall, how come LJ is broken and yet you all still keep posting? It's not like I can read it, you bastards. My friends page is comatose! How the hell will I know what you had for lunch or see your hilarious attempts at baking cakes or tell you long hideously detailed stories about adventures with menstrual cups this way?*
I guess I'll just have to spend the next few days while I wait for our crack squad of savvy motivated LJ personnel to unbreak everything doing, you know, REAL ACTIVITIES. I understand those huge upright chunks of flesh and hair I keep seeing around are actually people, in some strange non-text, non-icon interface that seems vaguely familiar somehow. I'll see if I can't friend one somehow, though I can't find the button for that yet.***
At least I seem to have fixed my own internet connection. Ball's in your court, LJ.
*Actually, there haven't been many adventures. Contrary to some of the stuff I read on the forums back when I was getting the hang of this thing, I am not suddenly One With My Body, nor do I feel a grand connection with the moon.** It has merely become a new variation on the monthly "Oh, this is happening again" ritual.
**Which is good because it's NOT LIKE I'LL BE GOING THERE ANY TIME SOON OBAMA WHAT THE HELL MAN.
***I know, I know: HURRRRR.
I guess I'll just have to spend the next few days while I wait for our crack squad of savvy motivated LJ personnel to unbreak everything doing, you know, REAL ACTIVITIES. I understand those huge upright chunks of flesh and hair I keep seeing around are actually people, in some strange non-text, non-icon interface that seems vaguely familiar somehow. I'll see if I can't friend one somehow, though I can't find the button for that yet.***
At least I seem to have fixed my own internet connection. Ball's in your court, LJ.
*Actually, there haven't been many adventures. Contrary to some of the stuff I read on the forums back when I was getting the hang of this thing, I am not suddenly One With My Body, nor do I feel a grand connection with the moon.** It has merely become a new variation on the monthly "Oh, this is happening again" ritual.
**Which is good because it's NOT LIKE I'LL BE GOING THERE ANY TIME SOON OBAMA WHAT THE HELL MAN.
***I know, I know: HURRRRR.
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Date: 2010-04-09 10:50 pm (UTC)There are certain times of day, e.g., directly after lunch, or at the pre-coffee stage of the morning, when I frequently have to pause for buffering.
My room-mates have gotten used to it.
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Date: 2010-04-12 02:13 am (UTC)