Yeah, so, LiveJournal angst

I have been looking at my friends page only sporadically for the past couple of weeks, being distracted by real life. When I finally cottoned onto the fact that apparently LiveJournal made a Very Big Mistake and now is Very Very Sorry, I considered that this would be a good opportunity to make a thoughtful and interesting post touching upon corporate governance and public relations, fandom and fanfiction, the boundary between fantasy and reality, the appeal and danger of the taboo, censorship, trust, and protecting children vs. free speech.

But you know what? There has already been an awful lot of ink spilled bytes slaughtered on this topic without my contribution. And frankly, right now I have enough drama in my own life without commenting on somebody else's, even LiveJournal, as much as I love it. I'm having a hard time even mustering up much of a reaction as a result. I know that this affected tons of people on my friends list, and I love you all and hope you don't pull up stakes and move elsewhere. For the time being, I'm too busy coping with my own life to muster up the energy to go storming off myself to another blogging service, so I'll still be here.

And I hope I find my energy to make interesting posts again someday. Really.

Women in Art

The face of women in art over the past 500 years. This is mesmerizing. (Daddy, you should be sure to send this link to Richard Serrin.)

Thanks to buymeaclue for the link.

The house, dear Lord, the house

I take it back about the house looking better.

I live with Agents of C.H.A.O.S. Dear Heaven above, WHAT did I ever do to deserve this . . . this hellacious disorder which is my daily life? What massive cosmic debt did I acquire in another life? Am I being punished for something? WHAT? WHAT? Raping baby seals or destroying Alderaan or introducing tobacco to Europe or killing Joan of Arc? WHAT THE HELL DID I DO TO DESERVE THIS?

DAMN THEM ALL.

In savage despair,
Peg