When a person contemplates the deliberate murdering of a man, when he imagines the sensations - the sounds, the resistance, the facial expressions - it is inevitable that he can only find himself examining life. If you do not, then you are capable of cold-blooded murder.
The new season’s promo was all about Eames. She ends up, guns drawn with her partner facing each other. The look on the face of the actress, Kathryn Erbe, is one of mostly vulnerability, as well as fear, compassion, empathy, and determination to do what needs to be done.
It completely made me want to watch the season starter, tonight on USA (COX 105 here.)
Don’t talk to people when you’re in the pool. … You lose track of time and though you’re moving around, sunlight finds you … and once you’re inside you glow. I’m Two-Tone Temple right now. I did get my laps in first.
I’ve put on moisturizer and soothing lotion and now I am freezing.
UPDATE: Last night after I felt sleep watching “Norman Rockwell Is Bleeding” though I slept well, I woke up and got up in the middle of the night I about fainted in pain. I took off my shirt and turned on the fan and immediately felt better.
I should be back to normal by end of Sunday. I always heal quickly. (Thank you body and immune system).
Waiting to move my domain over to a new registrar and hosting company but have been delayed by missing passwords and 24-hour support turnaround times, which usually are less but it still takes hours and overnight. And a failure the first time around, I still can’t figure out. Thumbs commence to twiddle.
As you might have just noticed, loading my blog page is slower than timed traffic lights.
There’s a tinge of anticipation in the move, in the waiting, but, of course, anticipation is a far more grand experience. It denotes positivity. While waiting is just, well, waiting.
I’m posting here what I just tried to post there. But, I haven’t been posting there 1) Because I thought the move was going to happen at least once each of the last two days and it hasn’t and 2) I’ve already backed up the blog - though of course I can do that again with a couple of clicks.
New database changes and boom, we’ll be fast again. Then I’ll introduce a new non-template look to the blog and a greater, more social presence.
All it needs is you …
Name one successful company or endeavor that ends in K.
That’s why Plurk.com is going to fail.
Oh and because, right now it’s incredibly buggy, underpopulated and worst of all, for an alternative to Twitter, it’s just much worse. Twitter has room for improvement - beyond a lot less down time but that’s for another article. That down time is almost the only thing driving any sort of brief interest in plurk. Exhibit A, me.
I’ve had very limited use of Plurk.com. But by my 2nd pleet I was already forced to deride the thing:
“Not wanting to complain so early in the Plurk relationship - but where the hell did my photo go.”
I’d just dropped in a new photo avatar. It showed up briefly but then was replaced by a small question mark and then came online and then hasn’t come back online since, just the small question mark on a small BSOD. And I’m not used to the damn blue screen of death, I’ve never owned anything but Macs and have only, accidentally fixed friends’ PCs.
Just yesterday I got invited to Plurk, saw three different tweets about it, either it’s epic fail or it being squashed. In other words, whatever momentum it had from the first wave, just washed over it and already hit dead calm.
In my use - and I’m guessing Ajax backing but i could be wrong because I don’t do Web site infrastructure - an update took a long time to load. A long time. Looking at the timeline, it kept on changing. It said I had two new “replies” but 1) I’d already read both and 2) One of the “replies” was actually one of my original pleets (and I don’t know if that’s what they’re called but i had to get rid of the K cah cah sound.)
The timeline by the way, what’s the maximum you can read, about 15 at one time if there’s a major conversation going on. And they aren’t organized so it makes sense, except by time, which for some inexplicable reason goes from right to left as if that’s clever. Can anyone follow a conversation? No, not without a Grand Mal seizure to help you look randomly around the screen.
If you’re using a two finger Apple laptop trackpad, well you can’t move vertical when you’re over the timeline. You can go left and right smoothly - and right there is the silver lining i didn’t think i’d find. You can scroll across nonsensically ordered pleets, though it actually does so too rapidly.
www.plurk.com/user/templestark
Perhaps the final straw. I just tried to log in after I’d successfully done so on two different browsers earlier today and it didn’t work and I didn’t get the U or P wrong. I got this message instead –> We ran into following problem: The server has either erred or is incapable of performing the requested operation.
Well yes, in so far as the former is the same as the latter I’d have to say that’s correct. And I still can’t log in.
But back to language because language can be a satisfying part of any experience. It’s fun to say Yahoo, Google, Twitter, and MySpace is a functional phrase, one that defines its purpose every time it’s stated.
The use of plurk is just the most obvious extremely poor, extremely gauche use of language. I don’t care if it does actually mean something, feces sounds better, though isn’t, except if it’s your newborn’s, and even then aaah is so close to eeeeeew. So it is with Plurk.com.
There’s also “Check out more interesting plurkers” next to other people we’re supposed to find not only interesting but “more interesting” which at this point is unlikely to be true. Sure, it may not be what the plurking Plurk owners plurking meant, but if you’re not going to include the two commas needed to get your meaning, well then, it’s open to interpretation.
Then there’s the tag line; “Your life on the line - Plurk” Where’s tingle, zip, special or involved? It sounds like a threat. It brings to mind mortality. And who doesn’t already have the threat of deadlines.
Who wants to be a plurker? Who’s plurking? It doesn’t sound sexy or cute, manly or useful or anything. It sounds like a desperate kind of obscene - without the long historical reference of spelunking.
Lastly, seriously folks, who wants to fiddle faddle fuck around with karma points? The only karma anyone should worry about is real karma. Karma points are just a waste of time, no matter if you’re 10 or four-score and ten.
Wait, perhaps since I can’t get in I’ve been jerked first? Karmic buuuuurn.
