"love your recs & will follow you... follow you wherever you may go... there isn't a server too weak... or TOS too restrictive to keep... keep me away!"
Awww. *blushes* *secretly turns up volume*
It would annoy me greatly if more of my fannish flist migrated without mirroring, because then I'd have to shift my rump and actually get a second journal somewhere, or a feed aggregator or something, and that's, like, effort.
I know! Change leads to complication. This is yet more proof that change is inherently bad. As if we needed any.
But I am going to be making some trial runs of various feed aggregators. Because I am just that brave.
Farewell to convenience.
*sniffles*
Oh, convenience. I loved you well. You will be missed. But I am hoping one of the feed readers will bring you back to me in a glorious new form. (Hmm. Does that make convenience undead or an angel? Well, I guess I'll find out. Like, if it's kind of convenient but really slow, then I'll know it's zombie convenience, but if it's shiny and bright and - good, I guess? - then I'll know it's the angel of convenience come to be with me forever. ...And it's possible I am now thoroughly overinvested in this metaphor and mental image and should stop this comment now before things get even worse.)
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Awww. *blushes* *secretly turns up volume*
It would annoy me greatly if more of my fannish flist migrated without mirroring, because then I'd have to shift my rump and actually get a second journal somewhere, or a feed aggregator or something, and that's, like, effort.
I know! Change leads to complication. This is yet more proof that change is inherently bad. As if we needed any.
But I am going to be making some trial runs of various feed aggregators. Because I am just that brave.
Farewell to convenience.
*sniffles*
Oh, convenience. I loved you well. You will be missed. But I am hoping one of the feed readers will bring you back to me in a glorious new form. (Hmm. Does that make convenience undead or an angel? Well, I guess I'll find out. Like, if it's kind of convenient but really slow, then I'll know it's zombie convenience, but if it's shiny and bright and - good, I guess? - then I'll know it's the angel of convenience come to be with me forever. ...And it's possible I am now thoroughly overinvested in this metaphor and mental image and should stop this comment now before things get even worse.)