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Weird.
For ages I could only get through to LJ by using Firefox with Tor enabled, which meant that it loaded s-l-o-w-l-y. Eventually it dawned on me that LJ might not be totally banned in China, and if I adjusted my settings (ok, if I asked H to adjust my settings for me) I could get it without the proxy.
So I asked him, and he did it, and it worked. I can post, edit, read my friend's page, do everything without a proxy - except, I can't read my own journal.
Anyway, I was hoping to write about things I've been doing. But today all I did was work, attempt to teach my friend a sarf London accent for a play she's doing. (This is difficult, even though I grew up there, as my accent tends to default towards "Surrey" and that is definitely not what she's looking for.) And I made the bed with some new(ish) grey sheets I got from a friend's leaving sale.
V and I have discussed many colours of sheets, but the problem always comes down to: I want pink and he wants blue, which, now I consider it, is ridiculously gender-stereotypical. We thought for a while that we could come together in purple, but so far any vibrant regal linens I've found have sent him screaming from the shop. Thus, it'll have to be grey until we can get to M&S.
(They've opened an M&S in Shanghai, which is exciting. But as it's been opened for two months and I haven't visited yet, it is obviously not that exciting.)
For ages I could only get through to LJ by using Firefox with Tor enabled, which meant that it loaded s-l-o-w-l-y. Eventually it dawned on me that LJ might not be totally banned in China, and if I adjusted my settings (ok, if I asked H to adjust my settings for me) I could get it without the proxy.
So I asked him, and he did it, and it worked. I can post, edit, read my friend's page, do everything without a proxy - except, I can't read my own journal.
Anyway, I was hoping to write about things I've been doing. But today all I did was work, attempt to teach my friend a sarf London accent for a play she's doing. (This is difficult, even though I grew up there, as my accent tends to default towards "Surrey" and that is definitely not what she's looking for.) And I made the bed with some new(ish) grey sheets I got from a friend's leaving sale.
V and I have discussed many colours of sheets, but the problem always comes down to: I want pink and he wants blue, which, now I consider it, is ridiculously gender-stereotypical. We thought for a while that we could come together in purple, but so far any vibrant regal linens I've found have sent him screaming from the shop. Thus, it'll have to be grey until we can get to M&S.
(They've opened an M&S in Shanghai, which is exciting. But as it's been opened for two months and I haven't visited yet, it is obviously not that exciting.)