Saturday, 27th January, 2007

Someone Beat Me To It

My basement Mac collection — a photoset on Flickr — /me jealous. I really must do something with all the old machines in my loft...

Saturday Morning Poo

I've only got myself to blame, I suppose — for two things. Yesterday evening, I did a Big Shop™ and stuffed my fridge full of food — a rare occurance indeed. While I was pushing a trolley around the aisles (another rare occurance), I pondered to myself on the ramifications of buying more than one bottle of wine...

"You shouldn't buy more than one", I said to myself, putting the second in the trolley. "You'll only drink them both".

And sure enough, I did. And God I'm suffering for it today

But still — that's a pretty-much normal thing, and not really blog-worthy. If I had a pound for everytime I blogged the words "I am hungover", I'd have enough to buy another bottle or two

The other thing I've got myself to blame for, is that I passed up the opportunity to buy a cat litter tray.

I have no idea what's gotten into Biscuit recently. Maybe it's the cold or something — or perhaps her territory's been invaded by another cat, pushing her usual toilet-sanctuary off-limits or something — but she just keeps shitting on my front doormat.

I've been laying newspaper over it recently, to discourage her, but from up here in my studio I can — every now and then — hear the sound of claws-on-paper and it's a frantic scramble downstairs to try and catch her in the act to punish her.

(There's no point — I seem to recall — in rubbing her nose in it after the fact. Apparently they just don't understand)

So yeah, I should have bought her a tray and put it somewhere convenient for her. But I didn't.

And now my house smells of cat shit

...

On the plus side of things though, through some borkedness of the West Coast Mainline (or something), my sister just called to say she's passing through tomorrow, and has an hour or two's wait in Lancaster for a train. So she's coming round for coffee I don't think I've seen her since Sparkle last year.

I'd better buy some air freshener...

I'd Like To Buy Vista Please

Ah, glorious. Simply glorious! — The Joy of Tech [via Wired]

Inspection

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I realise it's not quite the same as a full-on RL dressy-up experience, but I've been blowing L$ on big dresses in Second Life all afternoon, and taking pictues of them.

The above is, obviously, not a big dress — it's just a photo I was rather happy with. Here's a big dress...

I might post some more later, unless everyone protests...

Bit gorgeous isn't it?

I just wish it was that easy to get something like that in Real Life

This is a rather good one too...

I'm not happy with the other pictures I took though — except the ones where I'm wearing a maids uniform ... but I need to get a bit drunk before I post them.

Poo Prevention

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That's it. I've had enough.

It would have been nice if I could've got one that fits in with my decor, but the desire to have a non-shit-smelling house was over-riding

Community Leeching

There are many, many posts that are circulating in my head at the moment. But I'm finding it almost impossible to bring them together into anything even remotely resembling cohesive writing. I often envy Miss K and her ability to string together prose, and no more so than now, when my brain's all over the place and nothing that I think I want to write about will come out at the keyboard.

This, obviously, is one such thing — and I'm likely not to do it justice, and hereby reserve the right to Come Back To It At Some Point™

It occurred to me the other day, that I'm in danger of spreading myself too thinly again. It feels like each day the list of internet (and non internet) communities I'm somehow affiliated with (if not in charge of) grows bigger and bigger.

And the more responsibility I take on board with these things, the less time I have to devote to them all overall.

If you get what I mean.

The thing is, I find myself actively engage in certain communities, and passively engaged in others. I am (for example) constantly in and out of trannyflickr, making sure there's no cock-shots to corrupt young trannie minds. I'm also engaged in a Stop The Pr0n Battle™ in the Second Life group on Flickr, as it happens

In situations like those, I feel OK about myself — I feel that I'm giving something, even if it's just 'behind the scenes' things rather than diving head first into every discussion that crops up.

I also feel OK about myself within the context of groups/communities that I don't take an active part in — things like Roses, or The Angels email list, or the SLED email list (although that one has me barking into my wine glass on an almost regular basis). I read them (sometimes), and occasionally I'll jump in with a bit of advice or something — but I don't take much of an active role in them.

So yeah, sorry — I'm rambling. In most situations I feel OK about it all ... but in some communities, I do feel like I'm all take take take. There are some places on teh intarweb that I really just go to to get either (a) flattery, or (b) linkage.

And I really hate that about me — that sometimes I am just an attention-seeking little cow.

...it's just that, well, sometimes, you discover a new place to hang out — a new venue (so to speak) — a new flock of people that you might like to hook up with for a bit. And then you dig a little deeper into their community, and you realise that there's some massive clique going on — the in-jokes and the banter are almost inpenetrable — and God it's just Too Much Effort™.

You also realise that despite whatever grandiose ideas you might have had about your infamy, there are bazillions of people in the world, none of which has ever heard of you or seen you before.

...

See? Told you I wouldn't do it justice. There's probably a point buried within all that somewhere, but I'll be buggered if I can find it.

Wheeeeeee!

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"Whoo for flexidresses!" ... as was commented elsewhere

You know, the similarity between that (↑) and this hadn't actually occurred to me

Hmm That's strange Lana — I don't know why it went missing. I can't even find it in my cache of all comments, including the spam ones. Odd