triumphant return, or something

[jazzfish]

Over the weekend I realised that some of the people I most enjoy reading have either slowed down their posting rate, or abandoned LJ altogether (for Facebook or Twitter or "real life," who can say). In an effort to stem this tide, I'm going to try posting more myself.

(My thoughts on Twitter are best summed up by the closing of the Facebook Haggadah: "This year our ceremony still contains some time for reflection, and some ability to remain on the same topic for more than a minute or two. But next year, may our ceremony be faster, divided into bite-sized chunks, and with each utterance no more than 140 characters. And so we say together, NEXT YEAR IN TWITTER.")

Also, it helps out with one of the four things I want to do more of (write; run; play in a deeply character-oriented RPG; meet someone awesome), so there's that. (These goals have their own issues but they'll do for now.)

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So, I spent the weekend (plus Monday) at the beach with my family. It was possibly the worst family trip I've had since I went to college. On the other hand, all the parts that only involved uilos totally rocked.

In retrospect it was sort of the film version of my last year or so of high school and first couple years of college. "Okay, so we compress the action down to the space of a weekend, and cut some of these extraneous girlfriend characters. Maybe make the sister into more of an antagonist, play up the sibling rivalry aspect. The parents need to be a little more sympathetic to compensate, they're kind of one-dimensional in the original. Keep the Arkansans around for background color, add in a kid. No, two. Kids'll amp up the chick appeal. Sound good? Do it!"

We drove down to uilos's parents' place in Richmond on Friday night, in what was probably the easiest Friday I-95 traffic I've ever seen. To make up for it, the three-hour trip from Richmond to Corolla took between five and six hours. Much of the delay can be directly attributed to taking 460 instead of I-64, with all the attendant traffic lights and fluctuations in speed limit and construction one might expect if one had been thinking a little more clearly. The rest came from the most rain I have ever seen in one place. Seriously. Visibility was about eight feet at times. The fields had flooded up to the rims of the tractor wheels. Route 12, the main road north on the island, looked like the Red Sea in places. Excitement and adventure and really wild things.

But we made it, little the worse for wear. I think we may have been behind Jennie Breeden for a brief time on 12 (black hatchback [ETA painted all over with octopi], with a large WWW.THEDEVILSPANTIES.COM bumpersticker and a whole lot of smaller moderately-clever stickers), until she turned off and took a shortcut into Duck.

And if I'm going to post this today I need to stop here. Tune in next time for RELATED TO PEOPLE I CAN'T RELATE TO, or, HOW I MET MY SISTER.

Comments

[jazzfish]

. . . she what?

Oh. Just the LJ. Okay. Whew.

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When Twitter started popping up I was hopeful that it would encourage people to make more long thoughtful LJ(/blog) posts. Instead it's mostly sucked off all the energy people would have put into LJ. I definitely appreciate your longer / more frequent posts these days; it's just that they seem to have been the exception.

Authorblogs etc help but aren't quite the same, somehow.

[thanate.livejournal.com]

Yes, passing from lj, not everything. Sorry. (although honestly, I'm not hugely enamored of anything she's written since I was in junior high, which is also sad...)

I am fond of the random nonsequetur (ok, I have so little idea of how to spell that I can't find it in my dictionary...) and of miscellaneous cryptic utterances, to which twitter is well-suited; it used to be that most of those ended up as lj subject lines. Also my increase of posting is partly due to having enough time to do it in at the moment; I tend to be somewhat cyclical about these things.

And yes, I'm still trying to decide quite how I feel about the author blog thing-- it has turned up some interesting brain-food, but the whole "I know bits about this person's life, while he/she has no idea who I am" is a bit odd. And I get intimidated by posts with 40+ comments on them. Still, it's a case of if there's enough to read, I tend not to notice as much when other people aren't posting, since my time spent online is about the same.

[jazzfish]

Me either, but uilos used to read me bits from her LJ and they were consistently amusing. (Used to until she realised that Robin was taking up half her friendspage and gave up.)

If more twits were genuinely clever I'd be happier with Twitter. Too many tweets are either baby-blog-posts that I'd really like to see some reflection go into, or just plain not that interesting. (Yes, the food is awful, and the portions are too small.)

Mostly what I want is some depth. For me, surface interactions grow stale quickly.

(Also, "non sequitur," thanks to four years' Latin.)

[thanate.livejournal.com]

Oh, the space was throwing me off. Oh well. I guess I expect English to bastardize more? [[eta- apparently my dictionary doesn't have that either? distressing...]]

I split my friends list up and read it in 4 (three gradations of people I actually know, which get pared down if I'm in a hurry, and one of communities and strangers-- and the first three tend to fluctuate depending on who posts things I want to read on a regular basis) so there's only a certain amount of taking over anything. My twitter following is split between people from the great before-lj, many of whom are hard to keep track of elsewhere, and people who deliberately post interesting things (storyprompts, etc.)

Admittedly, I still do miss my pre-lj blog site, which died the death of "we're all ready to move on with our lives and do other things now..."