Here We Are Again
Mar. 22nd, 2008 09:57 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
poliphiloI think the basic account is a good thing. Mainly because I hate ads. I'd like to see it reinstated.
And so I registered my mild protest by not accessing LJ yesterday.
I'm not calling it a strike. A strike is when there's something important at issue. A strike is when you and your brilliant mates are all huddled round a brazier at the factory gates and passing motorists honk in sympathy. A strike is when you starve. To call not blogging a "strike" is absurdly inflated.
It wasn't hard to do. Hooray, I guess that means I'm not an addict. I can walk away at any time. Still there were times when I got a bit twitchy.
So what happened while I was away? On Thursday I was rooting about in a high cupboard and an ornament I just hadn't noticed (how can that have been?) toppled out and clocked me on the head- driving the bridge of my glasses into the bridge of my nose. And that's why I look like I've been scrapping on the picket line.
And yesterday Ailz and I cleaned out the rabbit room. It was a bit like farming and involved the use of a hay rake. We removed three bags of hay and straw- which I spead out on the garden.
It was a windy night. When I was younger I used to enjoy lying in bed, all cosy, listening to the wind prowling the streets and roaring in the chimney, but Ailz has infected me with her fears- and now I lie awake, waiting for the slates to come clattering off the roof.
It's still windy this morning, with flashes of bright, silvery light, and- according to the forecast- an outside chance of snow.
And so I registered my mild protest by not accessing LJ yesterday.
I'm not calling it a strike. A strike is when there's something important at issue. A strike is when you and your brilliant mates are all huddled round a brazier at the factory gates and passing motorists honk in sympathy. A strike is when you starve. To call not blogging a "strike" is absurdly inflated.
It wasn't hard to do. Hooray, I guess that means I'm not an addict. I can walk away at any time. Still there were times when I got a bit twitchy.
So what happened while I was away? On Thursday I was rooting about in a high cupboard and an ornament I just hadn't noticed (how can that have been?) toppled out and clocked me on the head- driving the bridge of my glasses into the bridge of my nose. And that's why I look like I've been scrapping on the picket line.
And yesterday Ailz and I cleaned out the rabbit room. It was a bit like farming and involved the use of a hay rake. We removed three bags of hay and straw- which I spead out on the garden.
It was a windy night. When I was younger I used to enjoy lying in bed, all cosy, listening to the wind prowling the streets and roaring in the chimney, but Ailz has infected me with her fears- and now I lie awake, waiting for the slates to come clattering off the roof.
It's still windy this morning, with flashes of bright, silvery light, and- according to the forecast- an outside chance of snow.
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Date: 2008-03-23 06:43 am (UTC)Some have suggested that there might be the option to 'upgrade' to a Basic-equivalent account at some point. It's all theoretical, though.
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Date: 2008-03-23 03:56 pm (UTC)