No really, not another post about bump of chicken.

In no particular order, my life since August has consisted of the following things.

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As previously mentioned, Sam made me get facebook. It has been an experience. It makes my computer function three times more slowly and makes me spend hours sending my poor blue rabbit Yanagi-chan into coves to fight toxic monsters, where he ultimately loses and I spend the next three days trying to build up enough money to buy myself exotic moccasin socks so I won’t die, which of course means I instantly go into battle and die anyway and have to start all over again. I thought Facebook was about never keeping tabs on all your high school and college friends so you could see what kind of dork lives they’re leading now, but apparently it’s really all about something called Superpoke and letting your friends send you virtual garden gnomes. The internet is so strange.

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so tonight i’ll sing a song for all my friends

ways in which i am cheating my livejournal ban:
- continuing to use semagic to write entries in because it’s endlessly better than a browser script of any variety
- answering people when they ask stupid questions on rackets, it’s like i just can’t stop myself even though i handed the group over to Wonapalei and company. :/
- uploading pictures to my picture account, because Semagic makes that easier than anything else on earth. And someone told me it would just be depriving LJ of bandwidth because I’d only be hotlinking from other sites anyway.
- RSS feeding ljs even though this is still confusing and scary, and even though commenting is out.

I think I forced myself to leave LJ because I needed a disconnect and I wanted one. And now I have one. It is making me restless and fidgety. To say that I am feeling avoidant is a major, major understatement - I have 59 unanswered emails in my inbox and at least 3 communit - no, 4 - fandom projects i’m deliberately hiding from.

This all looks, on the surface, like so much immaturity and emotional distress. I know that. But it’s not. It’s turbulence, rather - a change happening inside me for once rather than being done to me. At some point this will all straighten itself out and I will know where to go from here, and what I want.

In the meantime, PICSPAM :D.

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