No Picnik: Photo-editing site's users blast Google
new c-net news, it's the big news out there, especially for us pop-art denizens who do our own chopping, saturating, sharpening, and posterizing. as i read about it it appears that google is just trying to ensure that it drives people to use google + ... i think, given the benefits of picnik, it would probably be worth it to me to use google + ... i haven't, so far, found many other reasons to use google + ... unlike many, i don't hold it against google for driving its fans to a new social networking system; it's like putting your phone booth in the new train station. what's the point of arguing? as long as i can use it, i'll be ok. might do a picnik retrospective extravaganza, just in case. starting tonight.
a poetry reading benefit is in the works; it will feature four different poets with me second on the list. i'm actually coming out as a poet, and not without a little nervousness. this is a small town though. i'm already famous. turns out, with all the effort i've put into selling my short stories online (spent a $70 coupon on free google link-advertising), i've only sold one book, and that was poetry. no problem, though, it won't slow me down. i'll get my publicity machinery going as soon as i can!
i was a single father for a couple of days, tried to restring my lap dulcimer in the process, ran into frustration on virtually all counts. patience, my son! tuning pegs are now dangling precariously on my dresser. one son has forgotten about his video camera temporarily, hot on the trail of a new downloadable game that he can wheedle us into getting for him. the other is on us for all kinds of games, movies, netflix, skype, whatever he can get, knowing full well that while we're messing with fixing the computer we're not watching the cookies, it's fairly easy to pull one over on two older parents, one foot in the grave. parents are supposed to cultivate these eyes in the back of our heads. i myself let all my hair grow too long over the holidays, now i'm just too tired to look out for any trouble.
told a few people, but kept it off facebook, that it being the year of the dragon, i'd celebrate by dragon myself into work for another year...i find myself falling asleep, again, however, as i write, so i'm off to bed. forgive the rambling. more later...chao
new c-net news, it's the big news out there, especially for us pop-art denizens who do our own chopping, saturating, sharpening, and posterizing. as i read about it it appears that google is just trying to ensure that it drives people to use google + ... i think, given the benefits of picnik, it would probably be worth it to me to use google + ... i haven't, so far, found many other reasons to use google + ... unlike many, i don't hold it against google for driving its fans to a new social networking system; it's like putting your phone booth in the new train station. what's the point of arguing? as long as i can use it, i'll be ok. might do a picnik retrospective extravaganza, just in case. starting tonight.
a poetry reading benefit is in the works; it will feature four different poets with me second on the list. i'm actually coming out as a poet, and not without a little nervousness. this is a small town though. i'm already famous. turns out, with all the effort i've put into selling my short stories online (spent a $70 coupon on free google link-advertising), i've only sold one book, and that was poetry. no problem, though, it won't slow me down. i'll get my publicity machinery going as soon as i can!
i was a single father for a couple of days, tried to restring my lap dulcimer in the process, ran into frustration on virtually all counts. patience, my son! tuning pegs are now dangling precariously on my dresser. one son has forgotten about his video camera temporarily, hot on the trail of a new downloadable game that he can wheedle us into getting for him. the other is on us for all kinds of games, movies, netflix, skype, whatever he can get, knowing full well that while we're messing with fixing the computer we're not watching the cookies, it's fairly easy to pull one over on two older parents, one foot in the grave. parents are supposed to cultivate these eyes in the back of our heads. i myself let all my hair grow too long over the holidays, now i'm just too tired to look out for any trouble.
told a few people, but kept it off facebook, that it being the year of the dragon, i'd celebrate by dragon myself into work for another year...i find myself falling asleep, again, however, as i write, so i'm off to bed. forgive the rambling. more later...chao
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