lenyberry

Well, I guess it's poetic if I went to tumblr after LJ shat itself, and now that tumblr's shitting itself I'm heading to the newer (and hopefully better) LJ-copycat, retaining the same username the entire way (I thought about changing it. I thought about making it a true fresh start, but.. I am a creature of habit).

Well, to be entirely honest, I'm not sure yet where exactly I'll end up. I don't think mastodon is right for me. Too twitter-y. I can't get a pillowfort code yet because my paypal is having Issues of unknown origin and size. I liked tumblr better than LJ but I've seen enough by now to know that when shit goes down like tumblr, shit like tumblr goes down. At least eventually. Or it just... continues existing, but in a much crappier incarnation that's too boring to bother with, once all the fun people have gone elsewhere.

Fun times, fun times. Did I mention how much I hate change? Well, I really heckin' hate it. Learning new interfaces and reconstructing a friends-list is an enormous pain in the female-presenting nipple. If nothing else, at least this interface is... familiar. Distantly so, at this point, but nonetheless, I do remember the old LJ days. I might have to brush up on my html again but I can manage this.

In more personal news, my running theme of being the living Stan Lee Cameo continues. This time it's of the "delivery for Tony Stank" variety -- I find myself in possession of information that is Someone Else's Business about Other People's Drama, and the only person who can possibly give it to them. Awkward and uncomfortable though this position may be. And since it's somewhat personal shit, I can't just throw the knowledge to the wind and hope it finds its proper home.

The life of an extra is interesting, at least. If sometimes in the Chinese-curse sorta way. At least I'm not bored?

[NOTE: posts showing as earlier than this one are reposts from tumblr; backdated to keep things tidy]