SI update, and (intended to be gentle) chiding
New post up at Smoldering Ink wherein I talk briefly about:
the Polish man who woke from his coma
The Sandman Book of Dreams
the fiction of John M. Ford
Yep, all tied together. Links are there. Effort is there. Conciseness as well. Haphazardness is here. And slovenliness.
I have also fixed a few tics- the Home button on the blog will now take you back to the website, where you can play with the Build-A-Story without fear of scary error messages. They were popping up because Mr. H. put in some sort of anti-hax0r code that thought apostrophes were the devil. I convinced him that no one cares about SI enough to hack it, and the code was removed. Contract away. I'm really pleased with what you've done so far. You have know idea how much it tickles me to watch this organic thing grow.
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And for the record, I really hate it when people delete their journals out of the blue, especially when I know them in Real Life. Chances are quite good I enjoyed reading your journal, and therefore I want answers, or reasons, or something. Say goodbye before you go, even if the goodbye is a screaming flame of hate for all. Otherwise I just have to assume you're sitting at home drinking Sambucca and listening to the Cure and picking holes in your tights and crying a little, and that whole 'drowning in self pity' thing just doesn't work well for me- I know that's harsh and perhaps hypocritical- blame my collection of variously depressed musician ex-boyfriends. I mean hell, it had to stop working on me at some point.
the Polish man who woke from his coma
The Sandman Book of Dreams
the fiction of John M. Ford
Yep, all tied together. Links are there. Effort is there. Conciseness as well. Haphazardness is here. And slovenliness.
I have also fixed a few tics- the Home button on the blog will now take you back to the website, where you can play with the Build-A-Story without fear of scary error messages. They were popping up because Mr. H. put in some sort of anti-hax0r code that thought apostrophes were the devil. I convinced him that no one cares about SI enough to hack it, and the code was removed. Contract away. I'm really pleased with what you've done so far. You have know idea how much it tickles me to watch this organic thing grow.
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And for the record, I really hate it when people delete their journals out of the blue, especially when I know them in Real Life. Chances are quite good I enjoyed reading your journal, and therefore I want answers, or reasons, or something. Say goodbye before you go, even if the goodbye is a screaming flame of hate for all. Otherwise I just have to assume you're sitting at home drinking Sambucca and listening to the Cure and picking holes in your tights and crying a little, and that whole 'drowning in self pity' thing just doesn't work well for me- I know that's harsh and perhaps hypocritical- blame my collection of variously depressed musician ex-boyfriends. I mean hell, it had to stop working on me at some point.