cut it out © Laura Kicey
As of two days ago I have been a member of flickr for two years. There is a great deal of hullaballoo over on the forums these days regarding the compulsory merging of your flickr and yahoo IDs. This personally does not pose much of a problem for me, my yahoomail is my main account. Though on my first re-sign in, I ended up having to re-enter my incredibly long and cumbersome password twice, which, I was told, if I was signed into my mail already, wouldn't happen. My biggest beef is with the cap on contacts and tagging. Currently 2,893 people call me a contact. Had I reciprocated all of those adds I would be very close to reaching the 3,000 contacts limit. True there are people who use the adding of contacts as a form of spammery. The same with tagging in order to get more hits. I use my tags for organization, storytelling, for future use as stock images, inside jokes, and an added layer of communication. Though I am generally not known to be an outspoken grouch on much of anything issue-y, this does kind of bother me. Knowing that other people whose work I follow, such as Rose and Olive and Merkley???, who are forced by Yahoo! to make large portions of their images available to only friends and family because of the NSFW content will only be allowed to share their work with a cap of 3,000 people unless they go through the added step of making a private group or issuing guest passes, that really pisses me off.
Maybe I am just ranting about this because what really crawled up my ass and died is not appropriate material for my blog. And I really shouldn't be thinking about it anyway. So I have been told. The above photo ended up being layer upon layer of appropriate for this day, week and maybe even this year. Not to mention ridiculously popular on flickr. And terrifying to my mother. In other news. The JOINTS hit the wall like a knee to the head this Sunday night, opening on Thursday the 8th. Mugshots @ 2100 Fairmount Ave! 6.30-8.30pm!! Free food!!
You. Know. You. Want. To.
rosette © Laura Kicey
And tomorrow Mr. D and I start salivating in preparation for embracing Wilkes-Barre with our mouths and eyes. K! We are coming!! Save some pork for me!! Use powers of positive thought to combat snow and ice!
Back to your regularly scheduled fretting about shit.