A N N A J O H N ' S D I A R Y

the fall of the online empire

curses.

i chose a username for fotolog that commences with "S".  this means no one can leave me comments.  my guestbook is the unawailable.  this BLOWS.  when i'm blue, i love going back to where i was a year ago, and reading the captions and ESPECIALLY the comments.  it always cheers me a bit.  so much for that strategery.  :(

where's your venture money going, anyway fotolog?  and why is "S" the only letter affected?  is it just way more popular?

in other news, i'm kinda amazed (and sympathetic) at the number of other floggers who are part of the "S"-class:  sharonc, suddenlysusan, sixthone, scorps...those are some important fotologs, people.  can we say w/d???  yeesh.

when it rains, it fucking pours.  with this unwanted development, my entire "online" life is going to shit (oooh!  that starts with an "S", too!).  hey, what's one more disappointment?  haters here, there, everywhere, the demise of my greatest blogging accomplishment ever, betrayal by people who should know better...but wait. all of those issues are with BLOGS.  typepad, typepad, sepia whatever-it-is.

THIS is what i get for thinking to myself, "at least i'll have fotolog...at least that's fxning somewhat/a comfy community/a useful timesuck...i'll stick with that, to hell with the rest." 

HA.  everything is broken.  EVERYTHING.

"you know me"/anon...don't push me 'cause i'm close to the eddddge, i'm trying not to lose my head.  read:  you may get your wish after all.

this is so hot.

more goodness from CNET:

Bloglines, a news aggregator and blog search service, has unveiled a tool that tracks packages mailed through UPS, FedEx and the U.S. Postal Service.

The service, announced Wednesday, has been incorporated into Bloglines' My Feeds page. People can track and update the status of packages by entering the tracking number provided by the parcel agent, Bloglines said.

Also, when a person enters a tracking number, Bloglines creates a subscription in that person's account so that information about the changing status of the package can be automatically delivered.

oh bloglines, my love for thee only groweth.  *swoon*

nine current addictions (lips eyes ears):

pepperdidge farm goldfish-- but only the parmesan flavour

BAMIEH BEL ZEIT (baby okra and tomato) mezza at lebanese taverna

the frites at amsterdam falafel with garlic cream AND ketchup

:+:

Time magazine

WSJ Weekend edition

moghul fantasies inspired by Mehrunissa.

:+:

MIA

bebel gilberto and celso fonseca

the next big thing

dear fotolog, now you can't guilt members to donate.

breaking news, y'all...via CNET:

Fotolog captures cash

By Stefanie Olsen
http://news.com.com/Fotolog+captures+cash/2110-1038_3-5643404.html

Story last modified Mon Mar 28 11:18:00 PST 2005

Fotolog.net, a blog community for photo sharing, said Monday that it raised $2.4 million from Bertelsmann Group investment arm BV Capital, among other backers.

New York-based Fotolog, founded in 2002, lets people create blogs and share photos with others. The company said it has nearly 1 million members. It competes with photo blogs including Flickr, which Yahoo recently acquired.

oh my.

Date:	Sunday, March 27, 2005 5:13:00 AM
Subject:	hi
Message:	hi hows the easter weekend going? saw your profile as i was talking to a friend and having had some bad experiences with women who have taken me for a ride i have thought twice about writing to you but i didnt want to judge u with them and so il say what i wanted to say which is you look very beautiful and i hope the outer beauty comes from deep inside anyway, wld be nice to get to know you more x

:+:

sigh.  this affected me more than the typical friendster message does.   but why?

why the discomfort?  why is my tummy in a teensy bit of a knot?  if i had to quiet myself and pay attention to what i am feeling, what churns inside is pity, sympathy, unease...and the kalamata olive bread i ate with spinach feta dip. 

eeek.

i'm just weirded out and i don't quite know why. this prickly sensation makes no sense when one considers that i've been getting Fster messages for almost two years now, so this isn't the first attempt at "getting to know" me that i've experienced.  i keep thinking i should be used to this.  then again, there's something extra blue about this though, i feel it.  a broken heart calls out from those carefully chosen words.  THAT's not common. 

i see that this guy joined just this month...maybe that's why his message reads the way it does.  here's hoping he figures out how it all works, i.e. leading with baggage isn't the best strategery for this sort of thing.  then again, that goes for more than Fster, innit?  i hope he finds the one who's meant for him.

jenny from the bengali block?

so random...

i was on SFGate's home page and i saw the featured personal of the day...some brunette.  her picture isn't what kidnapped my eye, her quote was;

Celebrity I resemble most

Jennifer Lopez. I am not aware of celebrities that are Asian-Indian. hmmm.  okay.  why not kristin kreuk?

who's bigger than dirk?

03/24 - Important: FOTOLOG Site Status
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We have experienced a hardware failure on one of our main servers.

We are in the process of rebuilding it. During that time, the site will be in browse-only mode. You should be able to look at photos, but you will be unable to upload or make changes to your account. Guestbooks and friends&favorites are affected too.

Thanks for your patience and support.

yeah?  well thank YOU guys for sucking this fiercely!  i haven't been able to upload in days.  if i had known that this would be the case, then inside jokes and fucking ladybugs would NOT have been my chosen files.  first it was just people whose fotologs started with "s" (lucky, LUCKY me)...now it's everyone.  bravo, foto-asses.  brav-OH.

:+:

back to vain attempts to calm myself by listening to the pixies, the eels and the three "B"s: jeff buckley, blackalicious and beth orton.  grrrrrrr.

march 23

1)  fotolog sucks pornstar dick. 

2)  my allergies are tormenting me.

3)  side affects from allegra for aforementioned allergies = bad.

4)  i ruined my new boots from nordstrom in today's downpour.

5)  they botched my burrito at chipotle by breaking the original tortilla, then dumping out contents into a NEW tortilla, but that meant losing the cheese, which is the only reason i eat the damned things in the first place.  to compensate, they added four times the guacamole a burrito should receive.   i HATE guacamole.

6)  my sister is home with my mom and dog, and i haven't been home since september-- i miss all three of them.

7)  i feel like i'm growing farther apart from my two west-coast best friends.

8)  did i mention that i don't have an east coast best gf?

9)  manhattan mini-storage botched my billing due to their own ineptitude, but won't waive the late fee they're assessing because of that.

10) there aren't enough hours in the day for everything i want to clean, create and write.  sigh.

despite all of that, it was a good day.  great outfit, perfect hair, wayyy better than average makeup job that took less than five minutes, loads of fun with my boss at work, two-hour lunch (traffic) that i didn't get busted for, shopping at TWO malls and the right coast's loveliest white hot chocolate.  AND i got asked to be in some salon's tv commercial. 

AND the sales guy at May company took 60% off my purchase "just because".

AND three different people i adore told me they loved me.

:+:

when i write it all out like that, i feel like the good obliterates the bad...which makes me wonder at my current, excessively neutral mood.  shouldn't i be happier?  and NOT indifferent/calm? 

i think it's the allergies...and the exhaustion they are gifting me with, day after day.  i know i'd be more grateful and quietly blissed than this, if my eyes weren't throbbing, my nose wasn't runny, my sneezes werent' throwing me into inanimate objects and my damned meds didn't destroy my nascent, necessary, sought-after sleeping abilities.  sigh.

i will focus on "the good" until i fall asleep.

"good" night.

question of the day...

How

long

can

Peeps

live,

i.e., what is their shelf life?

buy yourself a new, bigger butt plug and then STFU, thanks.

"Whatever thrill you get from being rude to people on this website will do you no good in the real world where 99% don't give a damn about you or your opinion. Stop being so combative and maybe you'll find a boyfriend someday."

is that the best you got, you whining santorum-addict?  i almost wrote another comment, in response, but i felt like i was in a fist-fight with someone half my size.  we all know that just ain't right.

oh, and if you want to know what i did to deserve that shittiness...i called him out after he said that someone deserved to be abused by her bf, b/c she was ugly.  i said that was uncalled for and THAT comment is what i received for doing so.  this craven jackass tried the "you can't take a joke"-tactic.  riiiiight.  all i have to say is, bring it, bia.  i'm your huckleberry and like tom petty, "i won't back down".  insult me all you like, you know you were wrong; i won't give you the pleasure of a cat fight, no matter what shit you sling my way.

Well I know what's right, I got just one life
In a world that keeps on pushin' me around...