Beating a dead horse

I’ve only been dealing with this Photobucket fiasco for a few days now and I’m already done.  Done with Photobucket but also with the comments about “you get what you pay for”.

Okay, STOP for just a damn minute.

kill la kill, fuck you

To Photobucket and everyone else being a dick right now.

Photobucket has been free to use for a very long time; I’ve been using it for 11 years now.  If they had offered something that appealed to me, I would have been more than happy to pay for it.  But since I started using PB, I’ve only accumulated less than 3,000 photos which is a damn lot for me, but nothing compared to what others have collected.  I had a whole 1.4 GB used of a 2.1 GB available to me through the free service.  And yes, it was free for me, but don’t for one fucking second think that PB was doing this out of the goodness of their hearts–they made money or they would not have offered the service.  They receive money by the way of ad revenue and based on the amount of ads that were constantly popping up in my face, they weren’t doing that bad in terms of advertising dollars.

The garbage part of this whole deal is that there was no notice, no option for something affordable or month to month, and now, no way to get back the pictures that have been locked down.  Skimming through some of the WP blogs, I saw someone note something that I had not thought about:  $400 per year doesn’t guarantee you anything.  If you want to be able to 3rd party host, you have to pay the $400.  Some people would do it, I’m sure, if they had the need for the enormous amount of storage being provided at that rate.  However, what’s to say that $400 is going to buy you a year of service?  The giant exodus from PB makes many wonder if they’re going to be around in another month, let alone a year.  So $400 is the ransom that some people are having to cough up.

The other thing that is a serous pain in the ass for me is that you cannot download folders of gifs from PB.  Folders that have jpg and certain other picture formats can be downloaded as a whole and is actually pretty darn convenient.  But, if you have jpg mixed with gif in a folder, then the downloaded folder will only have the jpg files.  All gif files have to manually downloaded.  I’m glad I didn’t put any video on there; I’d probably still be working on it.

As of today, I’ve finally finished downloading all of my pictures from PB and deleted my account.  It takes a day or two for it to completely shut down though, just in case I go bonkers and decide to cough up the annual fee.  There were plenty of pictures that were not even accessible to me, but I did get most of them out.  The thought of organizing them on my own computer is daunting and I’m seriously struggling if I even want to go back and put pictures back into 11 years worth of blog posts.  Maybe I’ll just do my usual stupid photos and gifs going forward and pretend the last 11 years never happened.

But probably not.  I’ll probably just be real pissy and bitchy about it and restore all of my posts.

Happily Random

This song seems terrible at first, sacrilegious as some would say.  Even while I laugh, I get that feeling that I might just cry towards the end because the song is actually quite beautiful.

The books you think I wrote are way too thick
Who needs a thousand metaphors to figure out you shouldn’t be a dick?
And I don’t watch you when you sleep
Surprisingly I don’t use my omnipotence to be a fucking creep

You’re not going to heaven
Why the fuck would you think I’d ever kick it with you?
None of you are going to heaven
There’s a trillion aliens cooler than you

You shouldn’t abstain from rape just cause you think that I want you to
You shouldn’t rape cause rape is a fucked up thing to do
(Pretty obvious, just don’t fucking rape people. Didn’t think I had to write that one down for you.)

I don’t think masturbation is obscene
It’s absolutely natural and the weirdest fucking thing I’ve ever seen
You make my job a living hell
I sent gays to fix overpopulation
Boy did that go well

You’re not going to heaven
Eat a thousand crackers sing a million hymns
None of you are going to heaven
You’re not my children
You’re just a bad game of Sim

You shouldn’t abstain from pork just cause you think that I want you to
You can eat pork cause why the fuck would I give a shit?
(I created the universe, think I’m drawing the line at the fucking deli aisle?)

You argue and you bicker and you fight
Atheists and Catholics, Jews and Hindus argue day and night
Over what they think is true
But no one entertains the thought of maybe God does not believe in you
You pray so badly for heaven
Knowing any day might be the day that you die
But maybe life on earth could be heaven
Doesn’t just the thought of it make it worth a try?

My love’s the type of thing that you have to earn and when you earn it
You won’t need it
My love’s the type of thing that you have to earn and when you earn it
You won’t need it

I’m not gonna give you love just cause I know that you want me to
If you want love then the love’s gotta come from you

We’ve adopted! — and other things

His name is Luis!  Not sure how old he is, but he has a child of his own.  Oh, and he’s a soldier.

Soldier cat deserves a cheezeburger.

So, no, we didn’t adopt a child nor did we adopt another pet.  Through the Adopt A US Soldier program, we were matched up with Luis.  I don’t know how much detail I should give, but the above picture is not of him.  Let’s just make that clear.  Any additional information I may or may not have is really not for discussion.  It makes me sad that on the AAUSS site they have to reinforce this idea over and over.  Also that this is not a dating site.  I mean, really?  Really, people?  I get it, but people have enough shit to worry about, wherever they’re stationed.  They don’t need a stateside stalker.

It may not seem a lot to some, but letters are so important, even in these times of instant information and communication.  Letters take the time and effort to say that you’re really thinking about someone.  I thought about this and realized that the servicemen and women that are in these far flung corners of the world could be my children.  Both because I’m so decrepitly old and also because so many soldiers are so excruciatingly young.  We are sending letters each week and I’m going to send a care package soon; I need more details about his preferences before I spend money on things that he’ll hate.  I don’t think it will matter that much, because even if my guy doesn’t like the stuff, surely someone else will.  But I adopted Luis and I want to get things for him, not for “any soldier”.  Any suggestions would be appreciated, there are lots of things that have been suggested to me that I haven’t even thought of.

Speaking of care packages, I got gifts for Chinese New Year (why yes, it was many months ago, that’s not the point) that I haven’t even posted about.  The Awesome Xingible over at Special Thanks sent me and my kiddos some awesome gifts.  In true shithead fashion, I ate everything and used everything and took very few pictures.  Here’s all the goodies:

They weren’t my favorite, but I still ate the whole bag.

 

I drank all the tea, but I did have one picture!

 

To balance the teh tarik. All eaten.

 

Josh got a bottle similar to these.  I’m too lazy to go downstairs to take a picture.  That second moss green seems a bit off.

 

My favorite! Fish for fish!

Robin got some awesome gel pens which she uses to make super fun pictures.  I don’t have any pictures of them because I’m a horrible parent.  Other things I got: embroidery thread, turmeric for my sleep, bullion, also got a *signed* copy of Eva Goes Solo so how awesome is that?!

So much stuff, all of it amazing.  Thank you, Xingible!  You really are the best and I’m very, very lucky.  Now off to video games and naps and such.  Priorities.