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Name: Emma
Country: New Zealand
Metro: Christchurch
Birthday: 2/17/1972
Interests: Welcome! This is a little something I stick up here so I don't have to keep repeating myself and yet I still make, well, SOME sense to new readers. I live in Christchurch, New Zealand. Yes, it really does look like that. Yes, there are a lot of sheep. Ahahaha, hadn't heard that one before. I live with my partner, Karl, our two children, Kieran (11) and Rhiana (9), and two cats, Jeeves and Wooster.
My life revolves, it seems, around the writing of my on-line role-playing character Ghetsuhm. She's just a lot more interesting than I am. And stacked.
Caution: This site will frequently contain opinions which may be disturbing to viewers of a sensitive disposition. Poor babies. This site is not suitable for children: that's why it's on the internet and not a picture book.
Occupation: Computer related (Internet)
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
4/6/2001
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| We Have MovedDue to record low levels of gruntlement with the Xanga management, The House of Ghetsuhm has moved here. We will still be reading our SIR list and maybe commenting, and certainly referring to ourselves in the royal plural, but there will no longer be posting here at Xanga.
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| Things which are not, apparently, true
I've been with Xanga since, apparently, the 6th of April 2001. I had Premium for I think five years of that time, though twice it was a gift.
I'm leaving.
I'm sorry, I've had it. Most of you know that for the last year or so I've been parallel posting at Livejournal, since the lovely carry-on over Blog rating. Since then, ironically, LJ has brought in flagging themselves, but you know, I thought I was just too tired to care any more. And I've shrugged when I've seen people who don't use the LJ or Facebook communities talk about how they're not as good as Xanga, and let it go. Each to their own. Change for the sake of change, that makes it HARDER to use the site? Who gives a damn, really. Still no multiple protected list like we've been asking for for years? Mmm. Popping along to the sites of people who complain and saying hey, thanks for taking an interest, we'll take that on board, and then doing absolutely nothing? Okay.
But Xanga knows its user base has been steadily dropping for two years, or they should, because if I can find their web stats, so can they. And there are things they do well. Having the people who run the site blog and be part of the community is a really, really good idea.
The Advent of True Xangans was not.
What's true about the True Xangans is that they blog and comment more than other Xangans. They are therefore, as the True site says, the BEST. Now, I'm not saying that these people don't deserve something. From Bardic Web, we know that the people who post the most shape the community. But we sure as hell don't give 'em badges saying they're our best writers, or the only 'true' members of our community, because we'd be insulting more people than we'd be complimenting, and just from a business point of view that would be stupid, let alone the divide it would drive through the community.
Like flagging, this has been implemented really poorly. 'True' is the wrong word. It implies that everyone who doesn't have the True badge is, well, false. They're false Xangans, they don't really belong. And when I read Morgane's blog this morning and felt yet again like I could have written it myself, I had mixed feelings. I'd never have met her if it weren't for Xanga, and I love her. But I'm leaving.
The only reason I still maintained a presence here was for the handful of people still here that I didn't want to lose touch with. Morgane and the_tramp and krisinluck, and my darling Foxx and Sayana... gosh I bet I just insulted someone. But I also think you know who you are. I'll be leaving this site up for as long as I can, with a link to my livejournal blog at the top, and still checking my SIR, but I won't be posting here again. And the next time people want to talk about how wonderful the Xanga community is, they may be able to reflect on the fact that they know a lot of people who've left, and they know exactly why they've left. That's it for me: True.
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| News: Good/Bad/IndifferentSo we met our new neighbours tonight. The good news is that they're a family, with adults and children and everything. I'm still a little concerned because we still don't know WTF happened with the sale of the house - the people living there haven't bought it. Nevertheless, we've at least had a reprieve, and at the moment that'll do me.
The... 'other' news is that they're from Indiana and they home-school their four children. Said four children, aged four to thirteen, were in the house for a good fifteen minutes and none of them spoke, moved, or made a sound. And every single member of my family promptly forgot all their kids' names. Eh, want me to remember them, have fewer bloody kids. Okay, I was just desperately trying to remember the adults' names. Tammy and Kevin.
Now, it may be that they're perfectly sane and they home-school their kids for the sort of reasons I can identify with. But I have this history of not being able to move for nut-case born-again Christian families, every time one of my kids makes a good friend.
On the other other hand, two of the three girls are around Rhiana's age. So this could work out nicely.
Aaand... David and Jennifer leave for a year the day before my birthday, so unfortunately I can't drag them to my house and show them to my other friends. (David, btw, appears to be able to do everything there is.) But on the up side of that they feel stink and we're having lunch together tomorrow.
And... yeah. The money thing continues to not be fun. I wrote a hundred bucks worth of checks today and that was just the kids' technology fees. School fees still to come. Meh.
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| So my tremendous day of catching up on the boards and starting working on my spiel for the symposium didn't so much happen as not today. You know how some people get sick in the holidays? Well the kids went back to school today and I have a cold. Nothing serious but I do just want to curl up and go to sleep. So... I've written some emails, that's the sum total of my achievements today. Oh, and talked some crap, but that's no surprise.
There is a bunch of stuff in my head which seems unable to settle into coherent thought, perhaps because of the sinus pain. I'm really hoping this is going to kick off soon because, bloody hell but the next couple of months are going to be busy. By my incredibly low-energy standards, anyway.
And the kids will be walking home in the rain (we're in the middle of a freaking drought, FFS) so I'd best prepare for misery and hot chocolate...
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| Thinging the Thing ThingSo, I have an oldening coming up. Karl wanted to take me to the
one-dayer against England, but that's the same weekend as the Digital
Arts Symposium I'm going to. Also, we're currently a bit (like, srsly)
strapped for cash right now. Car repairs mostly, combined with
Christmas and then warrant and registration... and whatever ends up
happening for my mother's 80th in March is going to cost us some.
So we have another plan. It involves something I haven't been so good at for the last decade or so: socialising.
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are having a foodening for my oldening on the 17th of February (that's
Sunday after next) from 3pm onwards. We're hoping for good weather and
a barbeque, and a very kid-friendly set-up. Christchurch peeps, we'd
love to see you. I'm hoping to use this as an excuse to put some effort
into some friendships I've been sadly neglectful of.
And of course, you lot should turn up cause you love me. Unless you don't love me? Hmm? | | |
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