I divided the first act of Nita into four parts (not chapters, we talked about this, remember?) and then Caryn suggested TagCrowd, and I ran all four parts through that to look at word frequency. That was illuminating.
A commenter took us down.
Someone who shall be nameless enabled comment notification (you get an e-mail every time there’s a comment) and then decided she didn’t want the e-mails and so marked them as spam over and over and over . . .
Our web host shut us down because it thought we were a spam site.
That meant that Mollie had to deal with the web host, who was rightly protecting the net, while trying to get the commenter to stop marking e-mails as spam. She lost a good chunk of her weekend because of this, and of course, we lost the blog for the better part of two days. So comment notification has now been disabled.
The only information of yours we store on here are your e-mails/ISPs so you can comment without waiting for approval, and of course, we don’t sell the e-mail list, so no worries about the shut-down on your end. On our end, we’re still fuming and trying to make sure it never happens again. Please, if you’re having a problem with e-mails from this site, which you shouldn’t have because we never send any, LET US KNOW. Don’t mark them as spam unless you want Argh to go under again.
Pleasure is a “feeling of happy satisfaction and enjoyment.”.
How did you enjoy satisfied happiness this week?
(Don’t google for “pleasure.” You get a lot of pictures of a cute scooter and then “ribbed for her . . . .” I kind of wanted the scooter, but the reviews were awful..)
Today is Rocky Road Day.
No, not that. This (you know, chocolate, nuts, and marshmallows.:
It’s summer, let’s read Stevie Smith. This is my favorite poem about swimming. Except it’s not about swimming.
I’ve been reading Edmund Crispin–I’m going through a British mystery binge–and I’d forgotten how wonderfully off-the-wall Glimpses of the Moon is. The detective, Gervase Fen, wanders about an English village with his friend the Major and a confused journalist, idly questioning colorful locals about a murder that’s already been solved, carrying a pig’s head in a bag at all times, until he finally, on page 51, arrives home alone, and looks in the mirror: Continue reading
It’s the day after Memorial Day, which means it’s summer in America. It’s definitely balmy enough to be summer, even muggy, which bodes ill for August around here. My weeds are growing lustily, and my latest order from the plant people is sitting by my front door, so that’s my plan of attack for this week, along with unearthing my writing couch that’s been buried for over a year, making dog cookies, giving Mona and Veronica their baths and new collars (Milton got his yesterday), and finishing Nita.
What’re you working on?
ABC just canceled Roseanne after Roseanne Barr tweeted some truly despicable things, and I expect the free speech and censorship accusations to start shortly. So just to be clear, they didn’t quell her free speech, she can still say anything she wants. And they didn’t censor her show’s content, they canceled it because the show’s figurehead had become too toxic to support. They can do that. The idea that anybody can say anything and if there’s any blowback it’s censorship is not only ridiculous, it’s not even logical. You have the right to say anything you want. And then you have the responsibility to accept the consequences. The problem around here lately is that there hasn’t been much consequence to blatant racism and sexism since so much of it is coming from the White House. But they just arrested Weinstein and Barr lost her platform and I’m starting to feel better about my country.
ABC has done some dumb things in the past (they canceled The Middleman, the idiots) but this one is a smart thing.
I watched Justice League last month to see what all the DC/Marvel movie hoo-ra was about. For those of you not plugged into superhero-internet spasms, DC has all the truly Golden Age iconic heroes—Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman—and is flailing at the box office, while Marvel has less universally known heroes—Ironman, Captain America, the Hulk—and is making money so fast it’s giving the industry a headrush. I don’t care about box office, I care about story, but I do think there’s often (not always) a strong correlation between good story and good profit, so I decided to do a compare-and-contrast, to look at Marvel’s big superhero team-up, The Avengers (2012) and DC’s team-up, Justice League (2017), to see why DC keeps falling on its face and Marvel usually (not always) kicks box office butt.
My thesis going in: It’s the story, stupid. My thesis after watching Justice League twice last month and The Avengers at least half a dozen times in the past six years: They’re the same damn plot, so it’s something beyond that.
Uh, that would be the writing.
I wouldn’t go so far as to say happiness is action-based, but I do think that what you do with your body has a huge impact on how you feel in your mind. I love stopping to cherish a moment, but making something also floods me with joy. As much as I complain about writing, when I finally get it right, it fills me with happiness, the same joy I get drawing, or watching crochet produce beautiful fabric, or even finally getting a room in this house cleaned out. There’s a lot to be said about the happiness of accomplishment, and it’s even happier if the process is joyful, too.
How did you make happiness this week?