Welcome back LJ. And FB, and Twitter. OK, I can get by without FB and certainly Twitter, but I admit to some anxiety about the loss of LJ.

( Oh, get a life )

My free web logging service has been eaten, so now I have a new one :-(

Yes, I could have started it at the number it was before (somewhere in the high 55K mark) but that seems wrong somehow.

Looks like it's time to wrap something in bacon.

Inspired by the fear of losing chunks of my precious flist, I too have acquired for myself a Dreamwidth account, same username as here.

I don't have a clear plan per se but probably won't post or mirror on dw. I'll replicate my flist as required then make a reading filter for people who post different content to lj and dw so I don't get lost in the crosspost-fire.

OK, it looks like I have a plan :-)

Looks like my fondness for refreshing my friends page continues unabated:



I wonder if I can hit 50K "hits" by the start of Swancon?

( How does one achieve massive interweb popularity? )

Test link for girliejones

http://girliejones.livejournal.com/1280310.html

I think my toenails are very interesting.

( Are you sure you want to go there? )

As I understand time travel, LJ is due to go down in about 5 hours time. Could be out for 4 hours, could be more. Could be fatal.

*hyperventilates*

So, this could be my last post ever, and I have neglected to find an acceptable method of offline backup for my journal, not that I've looked recently. So, this could be it. Oblivion. How did I spend my last couple of days of blogdom?

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If you've ever been subscribed to the long-broken fefifofum_feed, you may have noticed a little catchup going on this morning. I am guilty, having reestablished the feed to The Genial Hearth, but things should drop back to normal feed rates soon.

I sometimes wonder if I should change the name of my blog to something a little more dignified, witty or clever. And then I wonder if I'm being unacceptibly pretentious. At that point I realise that no-one but myself is paying attention. But then I look at the counter and think, well, *someone's* paying attention. Then I remind myself to come back to reality.

But in the end I have to ask: Does anyone give a damn what the thing is called? And do you care about yours?

ETA: I refer not to my username, but the blog name "Propping up a dodgy memory: it's for me to keep track of myself"