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I hadn't even HEARD of this:

Originally posted by [livejournal.com profile] moerlin at As of tomorrow, no more subject lines in comments on LJ
I was gonna update this with much happier stuff, but for the past week I've just been so enraged with LJ's asshattery that I've had it to here.

In case you didn't know, on 12/12 they first announced sneakily on the Russian journal of LJ's design guy that with new changes being implemented tomorrow, there will be no more subject lines in comments and that this change was "non-negotiable" (good round-up and translation here). I'm sure you all realize that this will basically make fandom and RP communities unusable. LJ's staff, however, doesn't give a shit. At least 18 pages of 100% negative feedback didn't sway them.

They've backpedaled some and will make keeping comment subject lines optional in some S2 styles, but the default (that 99% of communities are running right now) will decidedly be subject-less! Not to mention that their new and frankly, fucking ugly design will take forever to load and make the site a pain to use on mobile browsers.

And oh, it looks like they might be taking away the drop-down menu to select icons as well, so you'll have to load all your icons as pictures to select them. Lovely. (I will beta-test tonight to see if this is actually true.)

Really, I don't know why I'm surprised. LJ is always fucking with the parts of the site that actually work and breaking them, so this is just another instance of that. Because seriously, who are subject lines hurting by just being there? (And no, it can't be a matter of server strain, considering the new "graphic" interface will definitely be using up more resources - so much fun when there's DDoS attacks!)
As far as I know, they've never once listened to their customers, so those thousands of comments already posted probably won't do shit. I've left a message expressing my concerns about the new comment pages here anyway; so if you want to do that too, go for it! If anything, it helps with the rage. ;)

FYI: Dreamwidth is feeling Christmasy has reacted to LJ's bullshit and has open account creation (no invite codes needed) for the rest of the week. Might be a good idea to get your back-up or new home, whatever the case may be, up and running now.

tahariel: (Sigh!)
I'm not getting most or indeed nearly any comment notifications at the moment and haven't been for about a week, maybe more, so if I don't reply to a comment - I'm trying to keep track where I should keep track - that's why. I hate it when this happens, it makes lj hard :(
tahariel: (Book)
We can sit in the same
            and not
            interact at all; quite comfortable
sharing space between us, reading
different books and
                                    companionship without
            obligation to entertain
tahariel: (Fashion)
Soooooo... would anybody be interested in going to the sales in London with me on Boxing Day? I know it's not the best day since lots of people do things with their families but I'm basically all booked up the whole rest of Christmas week so it's when I'm going. By myself. All alooooooone.

You know you want to come with me and try on ridiculous things we will never buy and laugh at people with bad taste and find something amazing that turns out not to be on sale but you've already fallen in love with it so you cover your eyes at the till and hand over your card, right? Right?

Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
tahariel: (X-men First Class - Blue Sky Thinking)
We talk about
                        everything –
            words rambling like briars over
fertile ground, reaching
                        for some common goal, some
            shared opinion. We
                        disagree, sometimes, but gently.
We agree, mostly, in a rush of same syllable synchrony,
        tripping over one another, tanglefooted.
                                    Bedtime comes too soon.
                                    So do phone bills.
tahariel: (Make something)

I'm coming up to the end of the current part of Everyday Love in Stockholm and I'm trying to decide if the name for the next part is terrible or not. Like most things it just popped into my head and won't leave.

Opinions? Here are the current part names with the new one at the bottom. Behind cut for minor spoiler.

Naming parts is haaaaard )

Posted via LiveJournal app for iPhone.

tahariel: (Washing machine)
I like to drive at
            alone, mittened
                        streetlights orange gleaming
            heater on and radio;
to turn heavy metal beast
                                    silent coasting
            through the ebon sleeping
stars pricking at my feet
tahariel: (I want you to know that)
            There is a space where you were,
a vacuum, starless;
                        a hole in lost time.
                                    A gap, like a missing tooth
            I niggle with my tongue while waiting for the bus;
                                    sore and open but with no chance of filling.
            You did not choose this.
            Neither did I.
tahariel: (Underwater love)
A poem

doesn't have to be

read aloud       in                                          
arching voices;               
                        it can be


lay it out in                               
                                      strange arrangements

across a page like

                  blueprints for
tahariel: (Star Trek - Kirk - Fuck my life)
Early morning wake-up call
"Wrong number,
I lie in bed and curse the ceiling
as the dark room fades to dim-lit dawn
surrender; thermostat clicks on and off
as radiators gurgle.
Sleep is on-and-off fragments.
When sun comes up the phone is silent.
tahariel: (Cloud for brains)
It's been a year
I am still brittle with your poison.
                                          There is a piece of you inside me.
        Thinking of you makes me
nauseous with
regret for the way I still
                      dance on your strings


Nov. 23rd, 2011 12:29 am
tahariel: (Default)
Do people actually like that I post my poems here, or should I just keep them on tumblr? I'm cross-posting at the moment but I wasn't sure if you guys are interested or not and if you want me to go back to your regular scheduled programming of nonsense and vague complaints instead.
tahariel: (Default)
I’ve read this
too many times
severed sentences like
falling limbs cut off from
just sounds and letters stringed
together like
daisy chains
each one the same
unbeautiful and stationary
tahariel: (blind)
spill out
puking ink
splatter paper curlicues and
sans seraph epitaphs

more like a disease than a desire
tahariel: (this is how i roll)
I may or may not have, after filling out that meme the other day, turned to myself and said 'man up, Goodwill,' and proceeded to upload some old fic and bits to my AO3 account, including but not limited to some meta, mpreg, vampire fic, poetry fic (I AM SO TWISTED) and - uh - some irredeemable porn. You know. If you wanted an excuse to never be able to look me in the eye again.
tahariel: (tv static)
Suddenly it is
outside at three pm
already dusky, sunlight draining like
orange juice down
to leave me
                        car-park swimming
key in hand, easy walk from
work and
                         my heart is
tahariel: (Default)

Hark! A Vagrant on Topatoco


tahariel: (not obsessive)
So I am gearing up for another evening of wrangling Everyday Love in Stockholm into submission, and instead of writing I am going to do this meme which I have stolen from the lovely [livejournal.com profile] rubynye! Then I guess I better do some writing ¬-¬

Procrastination is the best possible use of time I am sure you will agree )
tahariel: (Panic!)
During day when cannot write: La la la la la everything is awesome! La la la!

During evening when trying to write action-y sequence: OH MY GOD I AM THE WORST EVER I SHOULD DELETE EVERYTHING I AM GOING TO GO LIVE UNDER A ROCK AND CRY ;o;

...action is not my forte.
tahariel: (Make something)
day off

Sunday blanket
curled up love-warm laptop humming
I watch a documentary, years-old learning
weekend food is scavenged, grazed
from an empty kitchen, used pans patient, stacked
for washing. Not today.
Outside sky blue air crisp autumn.


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