Well, Eel did buy Deadbird and has killed it for useful information.
I am still on Facebook, and there's a private list for posts connected to politics & pandemic. We don't really discuss much. We blurt out "Oh, thank dog, someone else thinks that is crazy/dangerous/omg" and so on. I am progressive, so if you aren't, follow the feed, you will be happier.
Have also experimented with a couple other social media sites. I drop by Mastodon and BlueSky. Neither of them have anything remotely as successful as Dreamwidth's spam and OMG blocking team. So they may survive, or they may sink under Bad People swarms. We can and do block with gusto on both sites. They have very different vibes. I don't post identically at them. I do share BVC book launches there.
For anyone who has heard me talk about moving. It's gotten more complicated, and right now I have no idea how I would travel except sleeping in my car. But the air quality for chemicals that are not being officially measured will probably determine where I go.
Be kind to each other. Take care of yourselves.
Here I am sharing speeches again. T. Kingfisher, who is also Ursula Vernon, writer of quirky fantasy, appallingly scary contemporary horror, and bestselling children's books, just won the Hugo for her novel NETTLE AND BONE, a wonderful fantasy if you love the kind that starts like a fairy tale and then veers onto the off-road track at 100 mph.
She's been fighting the battle of Bob, her name for a tumor that SHALL die, thank you very much. Bob is horrified by her treatment and we're all hoping things keep going extremely well.
In the meantime, Ursula and Mur Lafferty and loved ones had a tiny Zoom party while struggling with streaming from China and Worldcon.
Here is her version, and her acceptance speech.
Remember--there is almost always light at the end of the frog!
...you should go over and read it.
Because she says the things we have been thinking for a long time. But there wasn't any point in speaking about it. Because we knew exactly where that got us.
"We" being all the people NY Publishing didn't acknowledge read SFFH. (My mother turned me onto SFFH. That "only 14 year old buys read SF" crap has been going on for a long time.)
Martha's Dreamwidth--
https://marthawells.dreamwidth.org/620264.html
This is NOT about joining an Instance on Mastodon I.E. setting up your account, as you might at Dead Bird or Facebook. This is about setting up an actual Instance over there. (If you don't know what an instance is yet, you have some work to do.) There are all sorts of laws, worldwide, about liability and running servers on the Internet.
As a co-founder of Dreamwidth, this person is one of the few who can speak on this topic with a lot of knowledge. But when she tossed this up, she didn't CUT it, and it's a monster post. So here's the link, if this topic interests you.
I am all about Risk Management, which is one of the reasons I am still here. And thinking about closing my own web site and just doing essays on Dreamwidth.
Then another six inches. More coming. :(
( Read more... )
The wheel turns, the harvest ends. We stand on the threshold of winter.
Often, our dead return to check up on us.
In honor of them, our stories of those who left a pattern--or a part of themselves--behind. MURMURS IN THE DARK, edited by Marissa Doyle and Shannon Page.
I hope you have people or pets who stop by to check up on you.
Blessings of Samhain to all who celebrate.
Still alive. But have lost three people I valued in the past month, and along with the rising smoke, that was making it hard to post anything anywhere. (I have a bunch of back posts for here. Some might still get here eventually.)
But--Cow watch.
I am on virtual cow watch via Twitter with a writer/dairy farmer in Pennsylvania.
Beki's trying to keep her sense of humor--it is this heifer's first, and Tweed is defiantly saying 'I'm fine, this is Normal' and doing things like insisting on grass outside and jumping a fence or two. As her udder drips milk.
Sometimes I think the farmers of Twitter have kept me more or less sane this pandemic. I think the interest of stranger writers & fans and our odd hours support have helped them. They are isolated with toddlers, aging parents who refuse to take precautions, and working multiple jobs. They are at the end of their rope, too.
I follow several farmers and shepherds on Twitter and Facebook. Their hard work and dedication is a pipeline to my great-grandparents. Their battle to hang onto their sense of humor and compassion is inspiring. (Several are funny as &%$#. So if you need some occasionally off-color toddler humor, or a battle with courting barred owls (that would be @NeolithicSheep) I can recommend reconnecting to the land via herders and gardeners. (You can also enjoy writer T. Kingfisher as she rants about bugs, plants, and heirloom vegetables. On occasion we get her running D&D real-time, which never gets old.) Right now I am Cat Kimbriel there.
This could all change in a month--Twitter is going to lay claim to posts. Maybe EM will buy it, although I have my doubts. Which means I will be sharing sunsets there to help folks locate awesome photographers for calendars, note cards and prints, and things like @Thereisnocat_ which leaves Wordle in the dust. And of course Book View Cafe. New books, a great new site, blog posts almost daily.
There is still a pandemic, and some of us still mask. Because the smoke makes my lungs bleed. Still healing, but too slowly, IMO.
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