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Things I like to hear from my auto mechanic: "No, it's not the hideously expensive problem that would require removing the entire dashboard even to get in to replace the $300 part. It was just a minor leak and we fixed it for $104 and that includes a new thermostat because we didn't like the looks of the old one."
In other news, I've written 300 words of my Yuletide story, and have a vague idea where the rest is going. Theoretically this means that I'm almost a third done with the story, since it only needs to be 1000 words long. Ha! I am, of course, well known for writing Yuletide stories of minimum length. Or not. I'm going to be lucky to bring this puppy in shorter than the original on which it's based. But hey, at least I decided what fandom to write in. For the first time this year I matched on two fandoms instead of just one, which added an extra special dimension of Yuletide panic.
But even better than the start of the story, I actually have the SUMMARY written! I swear that sometimes takes longer to come up with than the story. Two years ago I was staring at the submission form at one minute before the deadline, drawing a complete blank. Fortunately it was only for a stocking stuffer, and fortunately I did come up with something before the minute was up, but it's still reassuring to have this out of the way early. Of course I still need a title, but that's another battle.
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Help me, Obi-wan, you're my only hope!
Last night's xcopy adventures with the command line has gotten me everything except two extremely big files, one 5GB and the other about 20GB. Both are virtual machine hard-drives, and while losing the smaller one isn't too much of a problem it would be really nice to get the larger one.
The problem is that xcopy gives me an error message saying "insufficient disk space," which is a lie because the external hard-drive I'm using is more than large enough. From what I've found online, it appears that xcopy chokes on very large files--understandable, really, since in DOS days very large was one whole megabyte and no one had ever hears of a gigabyte.
So, does anyone know how you copy multi-gigabyte files using a command line?
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More than a year ago, my old laptop caught a nasty virus. In attempting to remove the virus, I managed to kill the laptop, such that it wouldn't boot. Or rather it would boot, but all I'd get is the wallpaper, with no taskbar, Start menu, or any way to run an application. Even using Task Manager to tell it to start an application wouldn't work. As a computer it was...less than functional.
I'd just gotten a new laptop before the old one died, however, and all of my work files were transferred over, so it was easy just to shift over to the new machine. Retrieving personal files off the old laptop kind of dropped off the radar since I figured I could reinstall Windows and make it all better--sometime Real Soon Now.
That was a year ago, I think I mentioned.
Well, today I realized that I either had to get the files off the old laptop or type in 10,000 or more words from story in progress AND didn't have the source files for a website I was working on, so I decided Now was soon enough. Only I couldn't get the old laptop even to run Setup or boot from DVD. No way, no how.
I just discovered, however, that the laptop will boot into Safe Mode with a command line, so I'm currently copying all the files to my external hard-drive from the command line. Slightly tedious, but I've already gotten the story file and I'm about to get the website files.
So yay!
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A number of years ago, when I went SCUBA diving pretty regularly, I was supposed to go on a night dive, my first ever. The afternoon of the dive, the weather turned a little nasty--sharp wind coming off the South China Sea (this was Okinawa), lots of chop. I kind of assumed we'd cancel and reschedule, but when I met up with the other people they'd decided to move to a dive spot on the other side of the island--Pacific Ocean side--where we'd be protected from the wind. This new spot was completely unfamiliar to me and required a long surface swim before dropping down. I'm a great underwater swimmer, but a poor surface swimmer, so this wasn't exactly comforting. But hey, I was with a large group of people and they were all in favor, and so I agreed.
Once we got to the other side of the island, we discovered that the water was nearly as choppy there as on the S. China Sea side. But at that point we were committed and the more experienced divers decided it wasn't that choppy, and anyway, we suited up and headed out.
The chop combined with my poor surface swimming skill made it hard and exhausting to make any headway, so after about half the distance I told my dive partner and dropped down five feet or so to swim underwater. This is when I discovered that the visibility was almost nonexistent with the chop stirring up silt. I surfaced and reported the visibility, but the person who had suggested the site said it would clear up ahead. At this point, in the dark, exhausted, unable to see much, and generally having a bad feeling about the whole night, I told my dive partner I wanted to head in. She agreed and we left the group, returning to shore.
Chickening out was hard, probably one of the hardest things I've ever done, especially since it meant my dive partner had to give up her dive as well. I felt bad about it, but I was also really, really glad to be back on dry land. When I apologized, however, my dive partner looked me in the eye and said "I'm glad you did. We should never have been out there on a night like this." So we drove back to the air base, had dinner, and traded stories about stupid SCUBA divers.
We're taught that courage means sticking to your guns, completing your commitments no matter what. But sometimes that's not courage, only stupidity, and courage is speaking up and saying "No." Right now I'm trying to decide something, and I suspect in my heart of hearts I know the answer is No. But it's still a hard decision, and I'm still dithering. (It's neither a particularly serious nor life-threatening decision, just so you all know.)
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I have to say that my Yuletide squee isn't very high right now, for a variety of reasons. But I know I'll regret it later if I don't signup now.
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Hi, honey, I'm home from the war election!
Today was crazy! This is an off-year election, where we're normally lucky to get 25% turnout. Our precinct got over 50%! And it wasn't like there was anything major on the ballot, not like Maine's gay rights thing.
It was even weirder because it was this slow, steady stream, ALL DAY LONG. We seldom had more than five or ten minutes between voters, but we never had more than four people at our table at the same time. No morning rush, minimal after-work rush, just steady voters from 6:30AM to 6:30PM. We didn't close until 7:30, but the last hour was the only dead time all day.
I had two margaritas at Applebees with dinner after I helped take our ballot boxes to the board of election, so I'm toasted. Good night, and I hope you remembered to vote. (And either remembered what precinct you are in or were nice to your poll workers while they looked it up for you.)
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The easiest thing to do is to link to this again. Second verse, same as the first. *grin*
And hey--remember to vote tomorrow if you're in the U.S. Surely there's something to vote against even if there's nothing to vote for. (Though, you know, I still need to look up school board folks and the like.)
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One of the benefits of telecommuting is that I have a flexible workday, which means lately that I've been going to the gym every (almost every) morning and then working in the afternoon and evening. Today I cut my workout short to get home in time for a phone/internet meeting, only to find that the meeting was canceled (canceled ten minutes after it was supposed to start). I missed part of my workout for this!
I'm not going to get much sympathy, am I? *grin*
Since I got back from Costa Rica I've been working on two things fairly consistently, fitness and language. I got a gym membership the day after I got home because it was getting too cold to bicycle regularly and last spring I really noticed the fall-off in my fitness after a largely inactive winter. I've been doing moderate weight-lifting on the machines and 60 minutes on a mix of treadmill and recumbent bike. (Today I only got 50 minutes, alas.) Even in only three weeks I've seen some improvements. Now I just have to keep it up!
The other thing I'm working on is learning Spanish. I have a book, Spanish for Reading, that I like a lot. It assumes 1) that you're intelligent and literate in English, and 2) that you're not a high school student. The first means that it starts out teaching vocabulary by context and recognition of Latin-derived cognates, including showing the typical word endings for different parts of speech (it mentions some "false cognates," words that don't mean what you'd expect them to mean, but if you know obscure/archaic English words, you can still usually see the relationship). Each chapter explains several points of grammar, giving you some sentences to practice on after each point, then gives you a longer piece to read through with reading comprehension questions.
The second bit, not being a high school student, means that the answer key for all questions is on the same page as the questions, saving you from having to search the back of the book to check your answers. The reading passages are also geared more for adults, with history and culture--and later even poetry and literature!--instead of "Pablo and Jorge go to class." Much more interesting, and much more like what I'm likely to be reading. How many Spanish 101 classes teach you the word for "drug trafficking"?
After six chapters, I was able to read an article in Mexico's El Universal newspaper on shopping malls, with good comprehension and no translation dictionary. Or at least good comprehension after I remembered a key cultural difference, namely Mexico's violent crime rate (and/or perception of the same). I have a trial subscription to El Universal on my Kindle, and I may decide to keep it. I also found that I can buy a Spanish-English dictionary for the Kindle and replace the default dictionary with it, which would mean that any time I'm reading Spanish on the Kindle I can just highlight a word to get the translation. The other option for a newspaper would be reading Costa Rica's La Nacion (pretend there's an accent mark over the O in Nacion, would you?) on the Kindle's web browser, which would have the advantage of free and Costa Rican.
It's probably time to start writing in Spanish as well as reading.
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Last I heard Tim (my cousin's kid with N1H1) was being weened off the heart-lung machine. His heart is beating on its own, but his lungs still need some help. But cross fingers, he should be over the worst. Now he just gets to spend the next month in the hospital.
Unrelated, I helped a coworker with a query today, managing to figure out how to create what the client needed within the limits of the query builder the client is using. The query builder won't allow you to query two child records at the same time, so I wound up querying the "parent's child's parent's other child."
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The new flu has been of rather...academic...interest to me up until now. Sort of unreal, something that happens in the news, not in real life. A couple of people I know have gotten it, but mild cases and they recovered without much trouble.
Until now.
Tim, my first-cousin-once-removed (that's my mother's sister's daughter's son, aka my cousin's kid, for those who aren't up on cousin terms), has N1H1 and is in the hospital. He's coded once, they've airlifted him to Ann Arbor from Flint, and they're in the process of putting him on a heart-lung machine. Serious and scary.
People? Get the fucking vaccine when it's available to you. Tim is sixteen years old and was previously in fine health. Don't believe the LIES people are spreading about the vaccine, don't believe them when they tell you N1H1 is only "media hype," don't eat the bullshit they're trying to feed you. I just spent a nauseating fifteen minutes on Google, trying to find reliable information, and instead I got a bunch of conspiracy sites and anti-vaccination nutjobs pontificating about something they know nothing about.
News update: stabilized and on the heart-lung machine. So far, so good. For a given meaning of good. Meanwhile, Rita and are I are talking in coded phrases about how to manage schedules if we have to "go up to Michigan unexpectedly."
P.S. And yes, we're back from Costa Rica. I suck at updating LJ, don't I?
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So, um, hi!
I'm in Costa Rica, and have been since Monday. Today is the first that I've got my computer reliably connected to the Internet--I think. Monday I was told when I asked that the hotel didn't have Wi-fi. I was a bit upset, since their website said they did have it, but I figured I could manage it. Tuesday I decided to see if I could pick up the free Wi-fi at a restaurant across the street, only to discover that the hotel DOES have Wi-fi. Lesson learned: some people have a really, really hard time saying "I don't know" to the question of "How do I...?"
Unfortunately, discovery that the hotel has wi-fi didn't help much, because 1) my computer's wi-fi wasn't working, and 2) the hotel's wi-fi wasn't working. Problem 1 was fixed last night, revealing problem 2, but I discovered that I could pick up a very weak, unreliable signal off the restaurant (we ate lunch *and* afternoon coffee there, so we paid for it, just not at the time I tried to use it), enough to pick up some of my email but not to respond.
Now today I discovered that the hotel's wi-fi is working, just not on the second floor. There is a second router on the second floor, just about in front of our room, which isn't connected properly, apparently, but the primary router in the office on the first floor works. So I'm posting from the lobby. The desk clerk suggested asking the manager in the morning about the second floor router. We're just about the only people on the second floor, and apparently the only ones with a computer, so they never knew it was a problem. But anyway, knock wood, I can use the internet as long as I'm closer to the office than to the second-floor router, which unfortunately eliminates the hotel restaurant. Weird.
But enough about computers, COSTA RICA!
- Woken up every morning by a cacaphony of green parrots. This is in the middle of the capital city, San Jose.
- Oh my god, seafood, nom-nom-nom! I think I've had ceviche three days in a row now.
- I will never, ever even think of trying to drive in San Jose. Taxis here are 1) cheap, 2) driven by madmen. And the bus drivers are worse. I learned a good word from the traffic signs, "Alto," which means "Stop if you really feel like it," which is slightly confusing to a gringo since it comes on an octogonal sign like the American stop sign.
- Jaywalking is a necessary art form around here, one I'm getting rather proficient at. Rita isn't nearly bold enough, which I think oddly puts her at more risk. But did I mention the bus drivers? Wow!
- Hills. Up hills, down hills, up another hill. Our hotel is uphill of damn near everything. We've done a lot of walking, despite the cheap taxis, and my calf muscles are still feeling the hills. But I did more walking today than yesterday, while my legs feel better, so I think I'm aclimating.
- Barrio Amon, where our hotel is, is wonderful: big old houses, some gone to seed, some turned into hotels; walking distance of the city center and museums and such (if you know San Jose by some remote chance, we're a couple of blocks north and west of the Museo de Jade); some good restaurants, most attached to hotels.
- Our hotel is pleasant, the people working here friendly, and the mattresses good. It's not the fanciest, but I like.
- I certainly won't get scurvy this vacation. Breakfast is fruit and fruit juice (and really good coffee), other meals have wonderful fresh vegetables, and half the seafood is marinated in lime juice. Between the walking and the food, I should be in great shape by the end of the vacation.
We'll be here for two weeks total.
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I'm in the process of creating an outfit to wear to a wedding next weekend. It's supposed to be a black and white wedding, but 1) I'm not a member of the wedding party, and 2) I don't look good with either black or white against my face. So I'm going with black and purple instead of black and white.
Most of this is really creating--I've cut out white crepe-back satin silk for a pair of loose, wide-legged pants, which I'll be dyeing black as soon as Rita sews them together for me. I already have a purple silk blouse--also hand-dyed and custom-sewn--or I have a purple wool loose-fitting jacket that I could finish. The wool jacket and the silk blouse do NOT go together, however, so I'm either going to need a different blouse or a different jacket. One possibility is to make a black silk jacket from the same pattern as the purple wool, which would make me fit the theme of the wedding better. It would also be cooler, an important factor, since most receptions get very warm after a while. It's an extremely easy jacket pattern, so it would be faster than trying to make or find another blouse.
It's rather annoying that I used to have a perfect white silk satin blouse, except that it doesn't fit.
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- I went to the doctor yesterday for a physical, the yearly sort of thing that I haven't done in five years. While there I mentioned to the doctor that my knee was hurting after an 18-mile bike ride I took on Sunday. She poked at my knee a bit until she hit a part that made me yelp, and declared it bursitis. She paused and I said "Tylenol?" She nodded and added "And I can't even lecture you about it because you got it from exercise!"
- I rode my bike to the doctor's office (keeping in low gear to ease the knee), and suggested to the doctor and the nurse that they need a bike rack, since I'd had to lock my bike to a handicap parking sign. The doctor said I was the first patient to ride a bike to the office, but my feeling is that if you're a health care provider and want to encourage exercise, providing facilities that allow and encourage bike use is a no-brainer. Especially if your office is right next to a bike path!
- I have eight hand-dyed silk scarves in the process of fixing the dye. Fingers crossed that they all survive the steaming without spotting. From the smell I'd say they're getting done.
- Rita bought a new digital camera, so I should take pictures of all the scarves when they're done.
- Fenelle went back into the hospital but is now back at the nursing home. We've fostered one of her cats with a member of our church and hope to
foist foster another soon. The third cat will move in with us if she and our two are even vaguely amenable.
- I bought tickets yesterday for Costa Rica! Only two weeks, but I'm still excited. And this morning I remembered to check with my boss to make sure the dates were okay. Oops? We're leaving September 21st.
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My first professional job was at a start-up software company. The company was new and small, and when I started couldn't afford to provide health insurance. Of the first six employees, four were covered by their spouses' employers, and two of us were young and desperate and took our chances. But finding employees--good employees--who are either married to people with good insurance or young and dumb enough to go without insurance is difficult, and eventually the company had to find the money to buy insurance. The company paid more money for worse insurance than a larger company would have.
My brother quit his job and started a publishing company while my sister-in-law was a grad student and pregnant with my niece. They had the money to live on while the company got going, but certainly not enough to buy insurance or pay for my sister-in-law's eventual C-section. Fortunately they live in Britain, so this wasn't an issue. The company is thriving, ironically making most of their sales in the US.
My father works for my brother's publishing company, as their US distributor and business manager. Private insurance for a 64-year-old man with a history of cataracts and colon polyps would cost more than the US arm of the business makes. He's hoping he doesn't get sick before he goes on Medicare next year. If he could find a full-time job with health insurance, he would be wisest to take it, leaving the publishing company in the lurch.
I work for another start-up software company now, one slightly better financed than the first. We have insurance. So far the insurance company has managed to deny every claim I've made to them, but we have insurance. It costs more than my mother's "gold-plated" federal retiree's insurance, and covers less. I'm only covered at all because of the fiction between my employer and myself that I'm a full-time employee at a reduced salary rather than a part-time employee at my real salary.
Steve Miller and Sharon Lee are successful authors as well as the owners of SRM Publishing. They can support themselves with writing and publishing, but they can't afford private health insurance. She's had to take a job at a local college--clerical, not teaching writing or anything else related to her profession--in order to gain health insurance for both of them. This cuts into the time spent on writing and the publishing company, to the detriment of both.
My church is struggling to find the money to pay for health insurance for the minister, church secretary, and janitor. At the last congregational meeting we voted to defer essential building maintenance in order to do the morally sound thing by providing it.
The US health insurance "system" hurts business as badly as it hurts individuals, especially the small, new businesses that create most of the job growth in this country. The only business that benefits from it is the large companies who are spared competition from newer, smaller, and more nimble companies, and the health insurance companies themselves.
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Ganked from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) the_blue_fenix
I propose a US health care meme which might help put faces on how screwed up the current system is.
If you are a US citizen and could never under any circumstances afford private health insurance, copy this meme to your LJ. Even if you have health care through work now, write as if your one-layoff-away-from-losing-it has happened and you're facing the job of getting insurance on your own.
If you have friends or family members who are in the same boat and are not on LJ, feel free to mention them too. I suggest thumbnail descriptions which include no names or identifying information, in the interests of privacy.
I was refused coverage by my employer's health insurance years ago. I had a positive skin-test for tuberculosis, but a negative chest x-ray, so at the time I was on a six-month precautionary course of TB medication. The start-up company where I worked got health insurance for the first time about three months into this, and I was denied coverage because of it. Fortunately my boss put his foot down and said that they covered me or they lost the company's business. They reconsidered and covered me.
This was the fruit of my efforts to ensure that I got appropriate preventative care when I had no insurance and couldn't afford to get sick. The wonderful doctor who worked with me to keep the costs of uninsured care down was not part of the new insurance company's network of covered physicians, so I was forced to find a new doctor after I had insurance.
My mother has some of the best insurance available in this country, thanks to being a retired federal employee. The last time she had a minor surgical procedure done, she spent two months straightening out screwed up billing for what was and was not covered by her insurance, including whether or not the anesthesiologist at the "in-network" hospital was himself "in-network" and thus bound to the negotiated price. She's still trying to straighten out a dental insurance claim from a year and a half ago.
My brother, sister-in-law, niece, and nephew all live in Britain and are covered by "evil" socialized medicine. My sister-in-law complained last time we were there that she had to wait two days to get an appointment with her GP--if she needed a same-day appointment she had to see another doctor in the same clinic. Last time I went to mine, I had to wait three weeks. If I needed a same-day appointment I was told to go to the emergency room.
My father and his wife are currently using the "pray they don't get sick before they go on Medicare next year" health plan. My father had a pre-cancerous colon polyp removed two years ago. With private health insurance, his share of the cost was $10,000.
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Fenelle is out of the hospital and into a nursing home for some convalescent care. I don't know how long she'll be there, or if, honestly, she's going to be released to go home. But we just went to visit her at the nursing home--all three of us, Rita, me, and one of Fenelle's cats. Miss Cleo was chosen as the calmest and most sociable of the three, and she behaved splendidly!
Fenelle's roommate was unfortunately allergic to cats, so we weren't able to take Cleo into the room, while Fenelle was unable or unwilling--more the latter than the former--to get up into her wheelchair to go to the therapy room for a proper visitation, so the visit was a little long distance. I stood in the hallway with Cleo and Fenelle watched her and talked to her from the bed. Cleo was grooving on the attention, purring and kneading my arms--fortunately I thought to trim her nails before the visit--and Fenelle was just tickled by the surprise. (We didn't tell her ahead of time that we were bringing Cleo, in part in case Cleo was too uncooperative.)
If you ever want to attract attention, stand at the side of a busy nursing home hallway holding a cat. *grin* About half the residents passing stopped to look at her, many of them petting her. If Cleo continues to cooperate we may have to make this a more general visit. They have a visiting dog, but no cats.
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Title: The Archivist
Fandom: Torchwood
Pairing: Jack/Ianto
Rating: If you're old enough to watch Torchwood, you're old enough to read this. (All Audience)
Spoilers: Children of Earth
Length: 2030
Genres: AU, CoE fixit
Summary: An entirely different Day Five, with a happy not-ending or two. If you like your stories dark, this probably isn't for you.
Author's note: Thanks to copperbadge for looking this over.
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Fenelle got out of ICU yesterday, after some medication (mannitol?) took the swelling in her brain down and she became less agitated and more coherent. She's still in a lot of pain, just now she's on the trauma ward instead of ICU.
It turns out she badly bruised her back and ribs in the fall, however, which means, among other things, that she's going to be released to a nursing home before coming home. Which means that we have care of her house and cats for an unknown period of time. I'm thinking of asking around at the church if someone wants a temporary foster cat, because cats need more than a person coming over once a day to feed them. I didn't even see J.B. and Lucy this afternoon when I fed them, which worries me a bit.
I confess to a certain amount of...naughtiness?...with regard to Fenelle's house and free access thereof. She is, unfortunately, a hoarder. Since I don't know how long it will be before she's home, I went through and threw out all empty food containers and perishable food.
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Not precisely crossposted from Dreamwidth, but mostly the same as there:
I've been thinking about Dreamwidth, particularly since someone I know posted an annoyed message about LiveJournal, saying they'll be glad when everyone migrates to Dreamwidth. Mostly because I've had a Dreamwidth account since they first sold accounts and I've only posted twice--the first day I created it and today. So, why haven't I posted to Dreamwidth?
1. I don't trust it. No offense to its fannish creators, but quite frankly I trust "them" more than I trust "us," where them is SixApart and us is fandom as a whole. I still want to see Dreamwidth weather its first major fannish meltdown before I'll trust it not to take sides, not to fuck up even more than LiveJournal has, not to be as cautious in protecting itself from liability. Because there, we're not an often-invisible minority uncertain of our welcome, we're it. We're not trying to fly under the radar and there's no incentive for people to try to keep "management" out of our kerfuffles.
2. It's ugly. This isn't a big deal, or rather it shouldn't be, except for one thing. I'm a software developer, with experience and interest in CSS and other things that are part of site customization. And yet I can't find a single, clearly-written, vaguely-intelligible document on creating custom styles. Maybe it's out there, maybe it's somewhere obvious, but I can't find it.
3. Which leads to the third item, I can't find ANYTHING on that site. Nothing is where I expect to find it, nothing is in any arrangement that makes sense to me. I understand that Denise and Mark spent time and money on usability studies to rearrange where menu commands and icons go, and all I can figure out is that my brain doesn't work the way their testers' brains do, because to me purely random would make more sense.
I bought a paid account to create a journal--cyber-squatting on my own first name, to be honest--because I wasn't really eager to move over here and figured I shouldn't take invite codes away from people who were interested. Three months later I still see no need to move. (On the other hand, I probably have a boat-load of invites now, so if anyone still wants one, yell out.)
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O would some Power the giftie gie us
to see ourselves as others see us.
-- Robert Burns, To A Louse
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