Tag
I'm using XJournal to add tags to all my past posts, starting from the top. (I'm also using it to drop tags into new posts, like this one.) The app has a great post-history browser and a simple tag interface, so it's working very nicely, but it is going to take me a long time to finish. Weeks, maybe months. I have made a lot of posts over the years. At least I am having fun puzzling over some of my earlier ones, filled with pointers that no longer resolve.
For example, detail of one post from late 2001:
There is some weird stuff going on, things I wouldn't want everyone to read, and which a month ago I would have posted here, but I've more or less blown my cover since then. I guess I'll make it a friends-only post, if I make a post at all, even though the number of LJ friends I have is WEE. (If any of my anonymous (but RL friend) readers would like an access code, please bark at me. Note that this will do little more than grant you read access to emotionally gushy posts, so this might not actually be a feature.)
And then the next day:
Re: mushy I have fallen out of what ever frame of mind I inhabited when writing previous entry. This was assisted by LJers pawing at me in meatspace on Wednesday for more details, yum yum yum. I love them, and yet, those in the room would could see auras could no doubt see the cheezy CG effect of overlapping armor plates dropping clack-clack-clack over my psyche like with the Batmobile.
This is not to say that taking inventory of all the strange goings-on, and how my past fits into them, wouldn't be a good thing. But I really do need to write for myself first, and then we'll see about issuing the press releases and whatnot.
For the life of me I can't say now what in the world I was talking about. Seriously: nothing was going on, as far as I can remember. Nothing for me to be coy about, anwyay. I just don't know.
For example, detail of one post from late 2001:
There is some weird stuff going on, things I wouldn't want everyone to read, and which a month ago I would have posted here, but I've more or less blown my cover since then. I guess I'll make it a friends-only post, if I make a post at all, even though the number of LJ friends I have is WEE. (If any of my anonymous (but RL friend) readers would like an access code, please bark at me. Note that this will do little more than grant you read access to emotionally gushy posts, so this might not actually be a feature.)
And then the next day:
Re: mushy I have fallen out of what ever frame of mind I inhabited when writing previous entry. This was assisted by LJers pawing at me in meatspace on Wednesday for more details, yum yum yum. I love them, and yet, those in the room would could see auras could no doubt see the cheezy CG effect of overlapping armor plates dropping clack-clack-clack over my psyche like with the Batmobile.
This is not to say that taking inventory of all the strange goings-on, and how my past fits into them, wouldn't be a good thing. But I really do need to write for myself first, and then we'll see about issuing the press releases and whatnot.
For the life of me I can't say now what in the world I was talking about. Seriously: nothing was going on, as far as I can remember. Nothing for me to be coy about, anwyay. I just don't know.