So as a handful of you are already aware, I've started moving my social blogging over to Dreamwidth. I'm still getting used to environs and such, but with the exception of one of the RSS feeds I'm subscribed to horking itself all over my reading page last night it's rather cozy here.
The reason for the move both is and isn't LJ's recent shenanigans. I'm affected, but not
significantly affected by the latest round of unwanted functionality, but mainly in a simple, "No, I really don't like crossing the streams" kind of way, not a "This puts me at enormous personal risk" sort of way, but I know and genuinely like some people in that position, and I believe them when they say they feel really unsafe with the new code in place.
( Personally, I think I've just reached my limit. )So yeah, if we're friends on LJ and we haven't already connected on DW, drop me a line so I can remedy that. I promise it's mainly me being flaky/overwhelmed getting things moved around and such.
~*~As you can probably gather from my ability to write something as huge as the above during a con weekend, I'm not at Dragon*Con this year. This makes me sad, because I really enjoy D*C. It's one of a handful of times I get to see certain friends in person rather than pixels, as well as a place that fills my geek well and makes me feel happy and whole because I get to play there.
Columbia, though, seems to be rising to the occasion this Labor Day weekend, though. Yesterday I saw a busker dressed like a gorilla and playing the accordion. Last night I got margaritas with one of my favorite couples and then went out and saw Machete (mini-review: if you liked the faux trailer when Grindhouse came out, you'll like the actual film; if you didn't, you won't). Today I'm helping my favorite indie bookstore move to their newer, bigger space. Tomorrow I might go to a museum. Monday is probably D&D.
So, you know, life's pretty rad. It's not Atlanta, but there are about as many people in Columbia as there are attending D*C, so I can put on my ridiculous fox hat and pretend.
Now where's my Red Bull and vodka?