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eftychia at 06:05pm on 2007-11-30Today was the first time in about three weeks that I've felt capable of walking all the way to the clinic to get my prescriptions refilled. Ironically, it was also the day I had a ride ... (I try to refill them as soon as the insurance will let me, 24-25 days after the previous refill, so as to build up a buffer against too many days in a row of not feeling well enough to get them. This time I used up all of my buffer and had actually run out of a couple of meds two days ago.) Despite feeling like I maybe coulda' done it on my own, it's probably more than a little good thing that I had a ride, because after being driven to the clinic and then going a couple of other places, I'm right on the edge of exhausted-to-tears. So I'm not going to try to walk to the nearer grocery store tonight. Maybe tomorrow. I'm just going to program the VCR, pet Perrine, and peek a little more at what folks are saying about the latest news out of Six Apart -- what appears to me to be a feature and misfeature tangled together.
A story-fragment that crawled into my brain last night (er ... this morning) as I was trying to fall asleep, in need of a story to put it into:
"She died with a guitar in her hands. Her last words were:
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"--played with a stare and a nod to each person in the room, before she crumpled to the floor, the guitar still clutched in her dead hands."
Hey, if this inspires one of my friends who actually gets around to writing stories when inspired (I get lots of ideas but complete very few tales), go for it, and if you use this melody and I ever get around to writing my own story to put this in, I'll make up a new melody.
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I detest that other people can flag my things, expecially just as possibly offensive. It's not up to you to decide what might offend random people. Don't like it, don't read it next time.
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So all it takes is one person finding the right admin, and anything by a 17-year-old lesbian discussing her first trip to a night club and kissing a stranger to a man in a dress talking about the issues that engenders (uhm, so to speak) is tagged. They won't tell you they did it (so entries from 2 years ago might suddenly be flagged as adult content; you won't know), and they haven't yet explained how someone whose content has been flagged as offensive can respond to the accusation. In addition, they will not be keeping track of the accusers, so if someone takes it into their heads to mark an entry of a person they dislike every hour or so, they can screw that person good and there will be no proof that it's part of a harassment campaign.
The number of reasons why it's a stupid, inane, and ill-thought out idea build, this is just built on my own reading of the policy and such, and I'm sure others have found another 10 faults.
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Yah, it does. Thank you for the advice -- pretty sure I wouldn't have seen that on my own. Making the change to the entry now.
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