May 31st, 2007


Holy flaming crap, LJ.

Shaw Guy has come and gone, and all is hooked up but calantha42's machine. The new address will also follow in a locked post.

Well it only took them a DAY AND A HALF to respond. Woo hoo.

Both recent entries in News have been comment-maxed already, which doesn't surprise me, what with my comment being number three-thousand-something.

Don't get me wrong: I'm glad they've apologised, I'm especially glad they're re-instating people.

I'm still royally pissed that it took them THIS LONG to tell us what the HELL was going on.

This is not the nineteenth century. A post along the lines of "we've fucked up, we're trying to fix it, please be patient" would probably have sufficed and would have taken a grand total of about forty-five seconds to put out there. When something breaks, when a server goes down, when something has happened in the past, LJ has always been right there, up-to-date, telling us the scoop. That they kept silent for this long mostly makes me wonder just how much of it was "OMG, they're going to KILL us" along the lines of the paralysing terror you feel at the idea of telling your mother that you've broken a window. You know you did wrong, you know you can't undo it, and yet you just want to delay the horror of owning up a few hours longer.

Or, in this case, about twenty hours longer.

The Mood on the first News post is "mortified." I should bloody well hope so.

I'm weirdly put at ease that they're embarrassed.

The letter I sent LJ Support (and LJ Abuse, and LJ Feedback, just in case) has bounced me an automated "We'll get to you when we get to you" response. I hope they actually answer, though I suspect they got upwards of thirty thousand e-mails last night, so I'm not holding my breath or anything. But it would be nice. I'd be interested in hearing what they have to say outside of the public post.

I'm currently archiving my journals. Just in case. But I'm not leaving. They've bowed and scraped and licked our boots - first two, anyway - and besides, this is home. It's been home for seven years. I'm not going anywhere until they burn the place down, or they TOS me out the window.

See what I did there? ;)
hello city

So, has everybody's heart started again?

I mentioned last night to the roomie (as she crouched with her laptop in the six-foot-square area of our apartment where we can receive wireless (this was before we got our service re-connected), calling out updates on fandom_counts, that this whole debacle made me feel a lot like the last U.S. election. And of course I'm not an American, but being their hat Canadians are uniquely concerned with what foolishness their administration gets up to, so I stayed up until half-past-two in the morning watching the map turn slowly red. It was the same sort of twisted-gut feeling I got all day yesterday at work, after two days with no internet, checking in every so often and watching the body count go up.

I don't know how I feel about this. I know how I partly feel about this - uncomprehending outrage, puzzlement, indignation, and all the other obvious ones. A deep troublement on the subject of the principle, here, and here is where I ramble about what I can only categorise as politics for a paragraph, if you want to skip ahead.

I said it in a comment elsewhere - Fandom is about free speech. It's about a lot of other things, too, but I can't think of anywhere else I've been where the freedom to say whatever you like without undue repercussions is so jealously guarded. Where the whole point of the place is to create whatever reality pleases you best, and to carefully set out the boundaries of what a human being may or may not do in a civilised environment without getting bitchslapped. We've had to make these boundaries, because we tread on such very uneven and uneasy ground by the very nature of what we do and what we are. All writers do this. All makers of art that reference the world exist in this precarious state. Anyone who's ever witnessed a fandom-wide slapdown on this topic, knows this. Think about the few people who have tried to break our unwritten rules, one of which is: "YOU DO NOT MAKE MONEY OFF OF FANFICTION, EXCEPT WITH SANCTION FROM THE RIGHT PEOPLE." It's a sacred clause. We don't break it. When people try and break it, they get their asses kicked. They get run out of town. They're condemned, and ostracised and they are removed. You only have to look at how fandom in general reacted to FanLib. This was not only someone trying to make a profit off of something that is not only done for free but specificially not for profit, but an outsider. I've seen it referred to (I think on Fandom Wank) as a "collective gob of spit in the eye". We looked at this, and we decided it was unacceptable, and that we weren't going to take it.

So while I was watching LJ work itself into a froth (and doing so myself, I readily admit) of panic and fury and recrimination, I was also getting a funny little feeling of warmth. Belonging. Community. Twice yesterday, I said to myself, once out loud, "Holy crap, Kielle would have loved this." We did exactly what she drove us to do. We pulled together. I saw only a handful of ridiculous rants yesterday. The bulk of the responses I read were reasoned and, for ficcers, relatively calm. People looking at LJ, saying "You've made a mistake. Please fix it." And then turning to each other, and saying: "So what do we do now? How do we fix this?"

Which is just a really roundabout way of saying how impressed I was and how proud I am to be a member of fandom this week.

And they've apologised. Which I guess is the bit that has me feeling confused. It was a good apology, granted, but it should have come sooner, and it shouldn't have been necessary. I'm uneasy about LJ now and I think I will be for a long time, and I hate that.

But I'm still proud of us.

And now, to distract from the angst and the drama, I will share with you what is possibly the best thing about our new apartment, aside from the three hundred extra square feet, the working bathroom fan, the frighteningly competent landlord and the conspicuous lack of home-office callgirls as next-door-neighbours.

Namely, the view from our balcony.
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Well, that's something.

It appears that LJ is actually reading the e-mails submitted through LJ Abuse, LJ Support, and LJ Feedback addresses. I just got a reply to the letter I sent yesterday, and it even looks semi-personalised. Either that or it's a carefully-edited form letter - but anyway, somebody read it. Which is something.

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I'm kind of impressed. I think.

And it doesn't look like I'm going to England, after all. Last year, when it was first mentioned, I said I couldn't do the beginning of September, because I hoped/expected to be in school again by then. When that didn't happen, in March, everybody knew. Then we hemmed and hawed and kept putting off booking anything and finally it was April and Dougie offered me an extension on my contract. What am I going to say? "No, I don't think I want a job for another month, because there's one chance in ten I MIGHT be going to England with my parents?"

Last week they'd decided it wasn't happening, because it was too expensive because we'd WAITED SO BLOODY LONG.

And tonight my dad calls me with the brilliant revelation that hey, Europe's cheaper, why don't we drive around Provence and Normandy for a week and a half and be back in time for the con?

Which would be great, Dad, except I told you a month ago that my contract got extended and I'm WORKING THROUGH AUGUST. I've already taken the first week off for Dexcon (which was set MONTHS AGO). I can't take the whole last month of my contract off for vacation. I just CAN'T. And he spent fifteen minutes trying to convince me otherwise, in his incredibly annoying "oh, we just thought you'd like it," "we can go to Normandy," let's go swimming in the Mediterranean" rambling-instead-of-admitting-he'd-fucked-up sort of way. So they're going to Europe without me. LOVELY. o.O

I am feeling very yanked-around this week. Tomorrow I will draw the strip and possible write porn and then perhaps all will be well. *sigh*