Still Here, However Quiet
Apr. 7th, 2011 04:34 pmBecause the meme is going around, here's my public position on switching journal hosts: I will leave LJ when they pry it from my cold, dead, fingers, or when the traffic here generally becomes too slow and corrupt to bother with in its own right. I don't feel a DDOS attack is something that you punish the victim for. I still think of Dreamwidth as the place where the Holier Than Thou brigade flounced off to after they shat all over LJ and then declared it unclean. I would tolerate DW if I had to, but the bad taste in my mouth over the timing and mode of the exodus, and the damn' PeptoBismol pink Dreamwidth banner (have they ditched that yet?), does not make it appealing.
And then there's the siren call of inertia. Of the top ten things I want to get done this week, getting familiar with the workings of my Dreamwidth account so I can crosspost from there to here does not figure in at all. Nor in the top 50. After Mandarin, knitting, and sleep, my dogs need walking and grooming, my cats need play time, the roses need pruning, the fruit trees ditto, the flower beds need grooming, the bulbs need fertilizing, and I keep meaning to try that simple recipe for shrimp shui mai. And I need a haircut. And I need a plan for the mud pit under the apple tree, which probably involves hardscaping. If after all of that I have time for some online socializing, I'd rather spend it on the actual journal writing and not on figuring out how to make the wheels go 'round.
So there. I'm here. Get used to it.
And then there's the siren call of inertia. Of the top ten things I want to get done this week, getting familiar with the workings of my Dreamwidth account so I can crosspost from there to here does not figure in at all. Nor in the top 50. After Mandarin, knitting, and sleep, my dogs need walking and grooming, my cats need play time, the roses need pruning, the fruit trees ditto, the flower beds need grooming, the bulbs need fertilizing, and I keep meaning to try that simple recipe for shrimp shui mai. And I need a haircut. And I need a plan for the mud pit under the apple tree, which probably involves hardscaping. If after all of that I have time for some online socializing, I'd rather spend it on the actual journal writing and not on figuring out how to make the wheels go 'round.
So there. I'm here. Get used to it.