I followed this link from Twitter, enjoyed it immensely, retweeted it, and tried to post it on Facefuck. I was prevented from doing so. FINE! I will share it even more. If you think it is offensive, don’t share it.
I’ve encountered Facecrap’s nannying before, and I will never condone it. Why stop people from posting good things, but allow bullying and bullshit?
Once upon a time, I created a Page on Facemuck. It was just a place to share my origami. It was nice, people liked it. It was like a cozy, sunny room with an open door. I could come and go as I pleased. But this was Facemuck, land of the whore and home of…
Not getting too much done on this site, but I set up another for a friend last weekend. Used WordPress, with a theme called Universal. It’s a beautifully tweakable theme that is friendly to all devices. I tested it on a phone just to see how it went. He’s pegging away at adding content now….
Nearly seven years ago I was writing my last epic fan-fic novel, Borrowed Time. Hashmark Pin, the world’s smallest hacker (though very tall for a Borrower) travels from northern California to Sturgeon Bay, Wisconsin, in search of love and a purpose in life. He finds it all. I was also re-obsessed with music, having discovered…
I made one mistake in buying a ready-made drum. It was so shoddy there was no way to tighten it up enough to get a decent sound out of it. So I took it apart. The fourth-rate rawhide heads can be recycled into rattles. The frame, after a little work, was fit to use again….
I have Windows Live Writer sitting around doing nothing. So finally I decide to see if it’s good for anything. Turns out maybe it is. Anyhoo, that’s insomnia for ya. Oh – drat – of course the bloody thing wants to check my spelling. Worse than that – the only browser it knows is Idiot…
Minding one’s own business doesn’t pay very well. I’m pretty quiet. I don’t have loud parties, don’t play a radio outside, don’t have a constantly barking dog. Many of my neighbors do. I don’t throw trash in my neighbors’ yards — although I may sometimes “return” something that I know is not mine. My neighbors…