The World Spins Madly On

As of now anything you have posted on Livejournal runs the risk of being crossposted to Facebook and/or Twitter.

By default, you are opted out of this unless you enter your login details in the settings page. If you opt in, you need to make sure that your default setting is NOT to crosspost. Nonetheless, the option is there everytime you post a comment.

THIS INCLUDES F-LOCKED POSTS. Yeah, that's right. With a click of a button, someone can reply to a f-locked post and spread it all over Facebook and/or Twitter. For example, "Wow, Deb. Your sister sounds like a bitch.*" With a link to the post. Which, sure, is f-locked, but has nonetheless linked all of Facebook/Twitter to my journal. DO NOT WANT.

Take a moment to think about all the ways that could go horribly wrong. Especially if you have stuff in your LJ that you are very carefully keeping separate from the RL on Facebook. Do you talk about sexuality/gender issues on your LJ? Kinks that you would prefer your workmates not to know about? All over Facebook, baby.

They have also re-arranged the button order at the bottom of the page, so that anyone who is used to typing their comment, tabbing to the 'Post comment' button and hitting enter will now go to the Settings page. Oh, and your comment will have disappeared. Hope it wasn't a long, thought-out one! Mostly this is just a nuisance, but it's particularly an issue for anyone with problems like RSI, who avoid using a mouse where possible. Because you know, they really needed to have to overcome muscle memory for posting.

If you are running Firefox, you can get an extension that will remove the crosspost boxes from your comment box entirely. DisConnect. It will also work if you install it in Chrome.

I am really hoping LJ will create an option that allows you to make your journal uncrosspostable, but for now we're stuck.


And now for something completely different: I watch TV shows for the plot.




*I don't have a sister, so it seemed like a safe example

It's easy to forget that Bath is, amongst other things, a student town.

And then you might be driving home from yoga at 9pm on a Thursday and see two lads running hell for leather through Widcombe, absolutely bare-arsed naked. (Well, one was clutching a t-shirt to his crotch, but the other one was flopping in the breeze.)

For reference, it's about 0 degrees celsius out there.

O_o

This time last year was the closest England came to an actual summer - it was warm in sunny during the day, we sat outside and had BBQs.

This time two weeks ago I was in Aswan in Egypt, and in the afternoon the temperature was well up into the thirties.

It is currently SNOWING like a crazed snowing thing outside. What the hell?

Man I hope it clears by tomorrow morning. Snow always gives me mental pictures of going down most of the Hill of Puffing Death on my arse, which is not how I want to start the week. Srsly.

I came late to the scene, but I can picture the beginning:

"You know what?" says Mother, "Instead of going into town and buying those stupid paper bags we have to put garden waste in for the council to take it away, we should just have a bonfire!"

"That's brilliant Mum!", says Daughter. "But where will have the bonfire? We can't have it on the back lawn, because the grass will go black."

"You're right. We'll do it out the front."

"But what if we need to use the car while the fire is burning?"

"Hmmm. We will have it to one side!"

"Mum, you're so smart."

And so they light their fire, feeding it with waste from the garden until it is burning away merrily. A little too merrily, perhaps. In fact, so merrily that it sets fire to the TREE THEY LIT IT UNDER.



Said tree, being a macrocarpa/cypress sort of thing and fairly, dry goes up like a candle. Fortunately there was nothing else for it to catch to, and it burnt itself out pretty quickly. People. Oh my God.