1. Copy and paste your LJ Friends List into an update and leave behind an LJ Cut.

2. If you've met them in person or otherwise know them from the offline world, bold their screenname. If you've only talked to them on the phone, italicize their name. If you've only talked to them online, leave their name alone. If you have someone on your Friends List who has multiple LJ's, only use one and get rid of the rest from the list. If you met them in person first, underline their name.

3. Post and let other people copy the meme.

Cut because I follow memes with sheepish precision. )
Wishing the happiest of happy birthdays to my one and only sire!
Personally, I think the more significant anniversary would be of the day he was spawned, two days hence, but as by then I'll be on a boat and perhaps not quite as broadbandy, I'll grudgingly acknowledge that [livejournal.com profile] atpotch might have reason to celebrate today. And so I'll join in wishing one of the wisest and best friends I have a happy birthday!
I'm out the door for the huge freaking trip through the Baltic sea and up the Norwegian coast. My connectivity will be spotty for the next five weeks (!) though if I can find WiFi broadband in the middle of the Libyan desert, Talinn ought to have no secrets from me. Still, I expect that there might soon be a few posts that contain (the one true marker of LJ quality) mentions of me; I would appreciate it if people would make some small effort to ensure that I do not miss those.
I think this was the first ATPo Gathering at which people called each other by their given names more often than by their posting names. One could argue that this signifies greater bonds of intimacy growing across what had been a rather anonymous medium, or one could mention that going from the Board to LJ means that we have trouble dealing with the plethora of polynyms -- I, for one, can never keep that [livejournal.com profile] c_mantix/Aquitaine/Lorraine stuff straight (especially since the dead useful "El" has been recently repossessed by its original referent). I certainly believe that there was this year an even greater closeness among us, and not just the eight of us sharing that one shower. (Not at the same time.) I surprised myself a few times opening up to people; I'd like to thank [livejournal.com profile] atpotch and [livejournal.com profile] ann1962 in particular for their patience and empathy, though I have to acknowledge that where it counted most I fell back into my own deathly taciturnity. I also surprised myself by stepping past my usual reservations and self-consciousness and singing lustily along to "Once More With Feeling," though it did not help my confidence at all when [livejournal.com profile] masqthephlsphr, sitting directly to my front, started complaining about her headache and muttering to [livejournal.com profile] cactuswatcher darkly something about flatness. Considering that I was pleased when I managed to end a line in the same key in which it began, I'm afraid flatness too optimistically suggests that my voice and the music were even in the same three-dimensional space. Now that I've ruined what pleasant memories people have of the musical, next year I'm sure there will be raised a hue and a cry for the audience-participation airing of "Hush," just to guarantee I keep my mouth shut for forty-two minutes.

But I get ahead of myself. I left Cleveland last Wednesday evening on a delayed night flight to San Francisco; by the time I'd rented the car and driven to the hotel it was 2:15 California time, or about six hours past my bedtime. I did take a perfunctory earful at the door TCH, Rob ([livejournal.com profile] buffyannotater) and [livejournal.com profile] scrollgirl were staying behind, trying to pick up any spawnful burbles, but luckily reached it during a rare lull and resignedly retreated to retire. Thursday morning, I reach the breakfast room in time to meet [livejournal.com profile] atpolittlebit, [livejournal.com profile] ladystarlightsj and Aqui, who has brazenly taken someone else's hash browns. We talk of much, and confirm that my Zachary's fetish will hold sway for our lunch plans. We then go wake the kids. I had worried about making the long drive to Tahoe without company, but TCH agreed to do his spawnial duty and ride with me. And once all got a gander of the red Dodge Charger muscle car I was driving, there was much envy and jealousy, which kept being expressed through the stuffing of spare luggage into what became known as its three-body trunk. Rob slid into the back and we roared north on 101 )
Having landed at Cleveland Hopkins at eight this morning, dozing through only one disc of Aaron Copland and some of "Bring the Noise," and coming after two straight nights of no more than four hours of sleep and a solid week of no more than six, I'm far too exhausted to write a recapitulation of the 2006 ATPo Gathering with concision, coherency or tact. Will I persevere through anyway? Perhaps; I keep floundering wading in the littorals of this post, rather than just diving deeply in. But what washes over me currently is sleep, and what sentiments I might bubble out burst before they breach my placid surface. And I'm half-tempted now to swap the ATPo icon for one of my SCUBA ones, so I will quit before my only public recollection of the Gathering becomes my snide spite at the painting at the seafood restaurant that paired a (Caribbean) Queen Angelfish with an (Indo-Pacific) Clown Trigger. That would be paralipsis, by the way, and for tonight the rest will be ellipsis . . .
I suppose I'm not going to write that substantial update I'd been planning before I leave for Tahoe. Oh, well, I had something planned about nostalgia. Speaking of which, I wonder if Jane Austen wasn't the correct high-toned author to whom to turn in my current mood of happy self-recrimination. And since I'm looking for dense doorstops to carry on the great Northern Europe expedition, the question arises: which translation of Proust should I favor? I'll get to ask [livejournal.com profile] atpotch that in person, won't I, in just twelve or so hours. And other people, of course, some of who might even have opinions on the subject.

And speaking of the great Northern Europe expedition, if you would like a postcard from the top of the world, or at least 79° North Latitude, send your address to dherblay at livejournal.com!
On my return flight from Memphis to Cleveland, my napkin was this:


I took it as an omen and I have booked my Tahoe trip, though I resisted even the strict authority of the napkin and bought tickets neither with USAir or into Reno. I fly into SFO late at night on the 21st (I'll head up to Tahoe the next day) and leave SFO late at night on the 26th. I have no idea where I am staying or how I am getting there, but I do plan to eat at Zachary's going both directions. What is the transportation/lodging situation these days? Leaving at such an unusual time, I'd probably be better off renting a car, but I'd rather not sleep in it.
We scheduled the meet with [livejournal.com profile] atpolittlebit and [livejournal.com profile] ladyhelix for last Saturday without realizing that it would be the third game of the Cavaliers-Pistons series. As Cleveland had looked hapless against Detroit, getting blown out in the first game and being dominated in the second, I wasn't too put out about that, but I did resolve to keep an eye on the tv at PF Chang's. Well, the best laid plans and all that and I managed to drink much of a bottle of champagne and forget about the game until the next morning, when I was surprised to discover that Cleveland had won. Monday, before game four, we had packed and turned in the cable converters, and I had been too tired and dirty to feel up to go anywhere that might show the game. Again, the Cavs won. Wednesday was spent unpacking in Memphis, where my mother as yet does not have cable, and having been separated from the internet and television since Monday, I hadn't even known there was a game scheduled. Cleveland was again victorious. So that had been three straight games I hadn't watched, and three straight wins.

I'm not superstitious, but I still don't have cable, so I spent much of last night following the game on ESPN.com's live scoreboard. This was frustrating to say the least, especially when it their computer kept rolling the Cav's score between 59 and 61 between the third and fourth quarters, undecided as to whether or not Flip Murray's final shot had gone in. But it was involving enough that I could be heard vociferously swearing as action was reported to me in the style and at the speed of the telegram. Well, with the game tight and three and a half minutes to go in the fourth, I had had enough of that, and decided that I would walk up to this bar I'd seen earlier and see if they were showing the game. I arrived with 1.4 seconds: Cleveland was down two with LeBron on the foul line; he'd just made his first free throw and had to intentionally miss his second. Zydrunas Ilgauskas got the rebound but couldn't sink his shot for the tie. I managed to see just enough of the game for the Cavaliers to lose.

As I say, I'm not superstitious, but it's probably no coincidence that I'd planned to spend tomorrow between 3:30 and six Eastern time down at the Delta Blues Museum in Clarksdale, Mississippi. Unfortunately, they have the temerity to be closed on Sundays, and I'm now in great danger of further testing my apophenia and dooming the Cavaliers.
Are they separated at birth or just both former students at the same Shaolin monastery?

I meant, but forgot, to pack my Buffy/Angel fanvid cd-rom for the Chicago meet, so I'm burning another one tonight. Unfortunately, a couple of my favorites are no longer online, so I'm issuing here a plea that if anyone out there has a copy of either JSlayerUK's "Theme From Shaft" or JainieG's "Her Platinum Baby" lying around, I'd be forever grateful if you'd comment here so that we could work out some means of transfer.

Please -- if I don't get a copy of these vids I'll be subjected to that many more replayings of "The Hamster Dance." My sanity rests in your hands.
I have a pair of questions, probably most answerable by [livejournal.com profile] atpotch.

First, from Sunday's Everyman: "Metal grille in neat pub (4,3)." B_L_ B_R. I want to say "bald bar," but can't find any evidence that this is an actual phrase. This is the final light! Help me rage, rage against its dying! (Hmmm . . . now I'm onto "bull bar," which makes no obvious sense on two entirely separate levels.)

Second, if we are to have a London meet-up, is it left to me to organize it?
Rufus (occasionally -- very occasionally -- known as [livejournal.com profile] hankat) gets linked by Gary Farber, shrinking my online world just a smidge. He makes light of the skill of the transcriber (who is not actually Rufus -- though, having seen Mr. Rufus, I can see why Mr. Punctuation might keep his distance), though I don't see Farber trying to take dictation for 42 straight minutes. It's an awful, thankless task, though not nearly as awful and thankless as coding the board's archives.

Also from Gary Farber's Amygdala:
FAVORITE SEARCH HIT OF THE DAY: "thomas+jefferson+alexander+hamilton+slash+fiction"
I believe that's a drabble assignment; [livejournal.com profile] mefistopheles, I expect one hundred words by midnight.
With any luck, today is my last day on dial-up, my last day obsessively entering numbers into Excel to make sure I do not exceed AT&T's stupid 150-hour-a-month quota (which didn't seem all that big a deal when I signed up for it, pre-ATPo and pre-[livejournal.com profile] rahael), my last day not receiving summonses from the RIAA.
I may be the only person in the known fanoverse who liked "Harm's Way." I, unlike some, quite enjoy farce. What I don't particularly like is when ME does camp. And that's ultimately what confused me about "Soul Purpose" )
My friends are too generous!

Well, [livejournal.com profile] masqthephlsphr, anyway.

Thanks, Masq! I really appreciate it! Now I just have to figure out what to do with all those slots. I'm sure I'll enjoy the process! Whee! Icons!

(By the way, I really wasn't wheedling in the post that inspired this gift. I was afraid after writing it that I came across as angling for someone to spontaneously grant me icon space, which is not at all what I was aiming for. But now that someone has spontaneously granted me icon space, I do appreciate it!)

11:23. After a few weeks of this, I'll have medians established for each day and I'll know how disappointed to be.

I've decided to do [livejournal.com profile] scrollgirl's icon meme, because other than cutting and pasting some <IMG SRC=url> tags, there's not much for me to do. The entire onus is on you! Muahhahaha! So, go right ahead and tell me which of my icons are most representative of me, or which you like the best, or which you'd hope to never see again.

These, then, would be my icons. )
I don't care as much about fandom as I do about fans. Therefore: the ATPoBtVS 'shipping meme! )
[livejournal.com profile] bonibaru points out this exciting tidbit from [livejournal.com profile] news:
Invite codes
We've always wanted to remove invite codes but it's a big, scary change, so we've been slow about it. Since we initially added them, though, we've added: screened comments, moderated communities, anti-spam-bot protection, community invites, and a few other anti-abuse measures. The final one we've been working on (if you follow lj_dev) is human tests: making users recognize a blurry word or distorted audio file before they can create a new account. This ensures accounts are made by humans and not spambots (which can't read blurry stuff or understand muddled audio). Anyway, we're rushing to finish that, and then the plan is to remove invite codes tomorrow or Friday morning. (the commercials gave us good motivation to finish by then)

But... we know people are divided on this issue, some wanting LiveJournal all open, and some wanting to keep it exclusive. Also, some people value their invite code collection, and would be offended if we devalued it by making them obsolete.

So, we have a plan. Users will be able to join LiveJournal without an invite code and have a "trial account" for 30 days. Trial accounts are identical to free accounts, except that after 30 days they won't be able to make new posts or comments unless they're either invited to stay by an existing user (with an invite code) or pay for a paid account. Paid accounts expire to free accounts (not trial accounts), so we're not forcing anybody to keep paying if they don't want the paid bonus stuff. Hopefully this is a fair compromise.
I am all for the prospect of LJ being a less exclusive district (though with more than a million and a half LJs out there, I'm not sure what exclusivity it can really claim); however, I am already a little nostalgic for the soon-to-be-bygone era of the invite code. I fondly recall the fawning letter I sent to [livejournal.com profile] masqthephlsphr begging for my code. I have always taken pride in being having secured such an illustrious forebear (and I appreciate that she forbears from publicly expressing her disappointment in my paucity of updates); I am similarly prideful when I regard my own spawnling, though I wish his user name were as mellifluous as his writing (atpo_tch would be a little less easily rhymed). I will miss this self-selected genealogy (so much more rewarding and dare I say revealing than my real genealogy, which shows me to be the descendant of cultists and confederates), this tracing of intellectual bloodlines, this record of the ties and bonds of friendship. Plus, I've been hoarding up the 6 invite codes I have left for a special occasion, when I could have been trading them for cigarettes.

But there is still some time left! I can still have the spawnage of my dreams! And, seeing one of my favorite posters, after much too long an absence, drop by the board, I can't help but reflect that [livejournal.com profile] matching_mole would be a pretty sight indeed. Not to mention [livejournal.com profile] mundusmundi, [livejournal.com profile] padawan_dedalus, [livejournal.com profile] brooklyn_cjl, or even darby_with_an_epee_and_a_phd_in_biology. Not to mention that with the success I've had with finding some of my college friends here on LJ, I hope to see benjamin_christopher_strong before too long.

So the window of opportunity to become my spawn stands still slightly ajar; whether it will admit a balmy breeze or a chill wind I cannot say. If anyone is interested, drop me a note.


One more thing about this new policy. I foresee a small problem with the new regime: since users with trial accounts will be blocked from posting new entries and new comments after 30 days, they effectively have one month to kowtow to and curry favor with users with spare invite codes. I envision LJ becoming a place of great obsequiousness around the middle of January. Indeed, should there be a flood of new users, we might soon have a drought of invite codes. And once you're blocked from making new comments, how can you beg for a code?
Ok, how about this: we meet at Euston Station at about 1:15 PM, and take it from there. If someone could suggest a landmark, I would appreciate it. A big clock perhaps?



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