So, someone kicked me off her flist on LiveJournal because I didn’t comment enough on her journal. I know, it sounds inane and it is. The thing with LJ is that you can decide who you want to read your journal, or not. So my LJ is locked and only people who have been added by me to my flist can read it. I’d been having a bit of a bad time of it over the past month, what with the death of our dear old cat Snookie and having to have eyes in the back of my head to keep up with Salem. Who has a broken back leg, but you wouldn’t have thought it. And I know, Snookie was just a cat, but I was having a hard time with the grief.

So I hadn’t posted much at all, or commented on anyone’s LJ, let alone this particular person’s. To be honest, I often had a hard time coming up with something to say to her anyway. A lot of her posts were not really accessible to anyone outside the US school system. As I went to school in the UK and New Zealand, I had a difficult time trying to follow what she was saying. Much of it was jargon and very complicated at that. Or there would be lots of political posts and y’know, British here, more interested in the local council elections. (Plaid Cymru or Lib Dem?)

I’m not criticising her choice of subject matter. A person’s personal journal is, well, personal. Just that there were few posts that I felt able to actually say something about. But this whole flist thing is another reason why I am becoming more disillusioned with LJ. I may even, *gasp* decide to not renew my subscription and drop the journal all together. And another thing, I like the fact that I can’t be accused of spamming my flist’s friends’ pages with overly long posts. No one has to see my blog on their own site here, so I can write as much as I want! Garrulous, much!

I now have three wordpress blogs, as I managed to get it set up on coffee-cup.org after all, as well as stone-field.net. It turned out that the problem was an .htaccess file. In that I had one and it was blocking the wordpress thing, so that all I got was a 505 internal error page. I felt rather proud of myself for sorting that one out.

Okay, time to go feed and water the moggies.
Pryn da.