Soapbox moment

Due to the recent LJ executive decision to limit posts, I've seen a few comments on my friends' pages concerning this, and I'm glad to see that they've all been very reasonable responses.

I for one agree with the decision, and not just because I have a permanent account and can afford to sit on my high horse and throw mud at the populace who can't afford a paid account.

As I mentioned, I've been going back over my old entries to make them "friends-only", and I've boggled at the amount of entries I made that I might as well not have posted, especially one-liners that have lost most if not all of their relevance.

I know that, since at the time I was a free user, I probably would have "benefitted" from a limit on the number of posts I made per day. My maximum number of posts in a given day is (I think) seven, and that was a day with three one-liners. Nowadays I tend to edit entries if I have one sentence to add, and I'm sure I would have started doing that a lot earlier if I had been prodded slightly.

It sounds to me also as though the folks on LJ are not being unreasonable about this. They have agreed to allow a slightly higher number of posts for free users according to what their numbers look like after a few days.

Some politely-worded requests, maybe along with thanks for offering such a good service, would probably ellicit a good response if you really, truly, profoundly feel that the policies need changing. Don't bother flaming the LJ people: they don't owe you anything for offering you a free service.

When, oh when does the hurting stop?

...

*checks watch*

In about eighteen minutes, actually.

I wrote a very long and rambly post with the same subject about half an hour ago, but then my keyboard died and I had to reboot the computer and lost the entry because my stupid computer refused to let me copy/paste the entry in another application before rebooting.

Blast.

In other news, Bell Mobility stats estimate that customer service will make over 1,7 million customer contacts in the month of January. O_O

In case you were wondering, that's estimating about 75 calls per day per customer service rep. Sucks to be us. ;P

Everyone is leaving for home now except yours truly because I get the dubious honour of closing down the queue. I can't even ask to go home early this week because of Tuesday's suspension: it would throw my entire paycheque into dire turmoil caused by lack of funds.

Of course, no news from my landlord about either the Hydro bills or the leaking bathtub, and no news from my potential translation job downtown. I really hope they get back to me: I want to leave this crummy customer service gig and go work for them, I swear!

On the plus side, all my old entries are now friends-only, except for the entry that tells everyone that my LJ is friends only. Am smug, although am afraid have developed carpal tunnel syndrome from all that typing and converting. I wrote a LOT!

Eleven minutes until I go home.

*siiiiiiigh*

Answers to my poll

Well, since there were a whopping TWO questions asked by people on my Ask Me Anything poll, I guess I'd better give in to popular demand and answer them.

Why do you want to wait until marriage to have sex?

Well, to be frank, I have changed my position on that somewhat, as I've realised that it's not really marriage I'm waiting for.

Sex is not a big priority for me. Frankly, I don't get off on getting off, if you follow and please forgive me the play on words. So in order for me to become physically intimate with someone, I want to be as sure as I possibly can be that not only do I love and respect them, but that they in turn love and respect me. See, the two often don't go hand in hand, and they are each necessary but not sufficient conditions in and of themselves.

For the moment, to agree to have sex with someone feels like I'm making a huge concession, not to say sacrifice, to someone else's desires (not to say whims). I don't really want to have sex with anyone, at least not right now. So in order for me to even contemplate it, there would have to be some pretty serious feelings involved, mixed in with a whole lot of understanding and respect and all that shyte. ;)

Hope that answers your question. :)

What are three things you love about yourself?

Gah. Umm... *racks brain*

I love that I'm uncompromisingly loyal to my family. I may bitch about them on a regular basis, but when push comes to shove, you'd better not hurt them in any way or I'll find a way of handing your ass to you on a platter.

I love that I'm still able to lose myself completely in a book the way I did when I was a child, so much so that when a story is particularly captivating I'll half-exist in the story-world until the book is finished.

Umm... *plaintive whine* Isn't two good enough?

Ooh! I love my hair. Yes, indeed, I think I have damned nice hair, and a damned nice haircut. There. *triumphant grin which would make Errol Flynn proud*

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ingenuemuse loves me! She posted questions! *g*

If you could be any superhero for one day, who would it be?

Err, not Aquaman. ;)

Hmm... I think it would have to be Superman. I mean, he's the archetype that spawned the other archetypes, isn't he? Superman is just, well, cool is not quite the word I'm looking for, but he da man. :) And I'm not really a big fan of the women superheroes, unfortunately. They're too top-heavy for my taste. At least, I'm surprised they don't bounce out of their spandex uniforms during those stunts.

Are you on any medications for anxiety/depression etc.?

Why yes, yes I am. As mentioned in a bunch of other entries but not recently, I am now a Pill-Popping!Phnee. I've been prescribed 30mg of Paxil (paroxetine) for anxiety and apparently as a mood-management thing for bipolar disorder, but I confess I'm a little surprised at that because it's a Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitor (an antidepressant), which tends to make me hypo-manic when I'm on an "up" day.

I've also recently aquired some pretty new pills: humungois orange supplements, iron pills for anemia diagnosed nearly three weeks ago, and Imovane for insomnia.