You know what’s no fun at all? Whipping through every single one of your social media platforms of choice in less than an hour because no one is posting anything on a Sunday morning. Instagram: ten minutes catching up from yesterday’s pictures. Facebook: five (because seriously paring down your follow list really cuts down on how long it takes to keep up with people, especially when you’ve filtered out all the political nonsense posted by much-more-conservative-than-you small town relatives). Tumblr: maybe twenty minutes.
I mean, I get that in the South Sunday is for church and fellowship and Sunday School, but that’s what following people from outside the South is for.
I guess I could be out doing things myself, or posting them, but damn if I want to take time out of my Sunday to actually do things.
I don’t trust easy fixes. Sure, some things in life are just that simple. But this is life we’re dealing with, and life almost never goes down without a fight. Sometimes that easy fix only treats a symptom rather than rooting out the real problem, and sometimes it ends up complicating things even more.
I might not trust easy fixes, but I’m lazy enough to appreciate the time they save me. So I’ll take them as they come and deal with the complications as they pop up. And all was right in the world.
(Except probably not really. But that’s not my problem.)
…to change my theme. I really, really like my current theme (Reddle), but I’m in the mood for a change. That said, I might not want to break a good thing. So, you tell me! Contenders are: Sela, Twenty Fifteen, Pen Scratch, and Duster.
I was totally expecting this. After all the pre-press conference press conferences and posturing, we all saw this coming from a mile away. And I’m still profoundly disappointed—but not surprised—that Darren Wilson won’t be indicted for killing an unarmed child. Score one for cynicism and geographical distance as a buffer.
Because I can log out of twitter and hit pause on the live stream while I swallow nearly incandescent rage.
I’ll never have to worry about any kids I have when they walk down the street; I can comfortably approach police and expect help if I need it; I will probably never be stopped on the street in my life. So I can’t understand the deep well of rage protesters in Ferguson are drawing from as they express their disappointment and anger. I can’t understand the yawning gap between the Land of the Free and their daily experiences. Rioting might not seem at all productive to me as a tangible expression of profound indignation (interesting take on moving forward here). That’s not the point. It’s not for me to tout Martin Luther King, Jr. over Malcolm X. It’s not my fight, nor is it my place to speak over those who rightfully demand an accounting for this and other all too similar tragedies.
White privilege is me being outraged and angered by the #FergusonDecision rather than utterly terrified.–@ScottMandelson
Passwords are hard. This from a—whatchamacallit—digital native well-used to every damn thing having one. I just have better things to use my brainspace for than storing separate strings of eight to twelve characters of nonsense for each individual website; sometimes I want to cheat and make a single super-easy one and just throw my online security to the winds. From the sheer number of articles online warning people to stop freaking using “password” as a password, I’m not the only one who has this problem.
I’ve done a bad, bad thing and started using the same password for multiple sites; not for, like, everything. Just the same one for multiple sites within the same category. Loan sites: awful password that I only remember because I hate it so much. Fun social media: easy peasy password. Lame social media: password that I only remember because it’s so damn old that it’s the only one I have like it. The actually important sites have super-secret combos that I won’t reveal unless doing so will keep the universe from imploding. And maybe not even then. The best one I’ve ever had essentially amounted to telling the website Jesus Christ, just let me in you pair of fucking useless testicles! (Deleted the account a few years ago, so I can totally brag about my cleverness).
Don’t even get me started on passwords that expire periodically. Seriously, why is there no way to sychronize the damn things? I have four passwords to remember for work and NONE OF THEM EXPIRE AT THE SAME TIME. And they all have to be insanely complicated with capitals, special characters, numbers and the blood of an albino mountain lion.
But seriously. I’m just waiting for password requirements to start requiring a DNA sample and/or some sort of voodoo sacrifice.