I Miss LiveJournal

I miss LiveJournal.
Not necessarily LJ itself, but the culture of it. The precursor to full-on blogging, it was blogging for our friends, but with a community attached. Friends could follow you, and you had the option of creating filters so that only a subset of your followers could see certain posts. You could join interest groups. Everything was chronological because back in the day, it hadn’t occurred to anyone to mess with this.

The next step was individual personal blogs. A lot of my friends had one, but a lot did not. There was an awkward split between bloggers and LJers, which resulted in crossposting from my LJ to my actual blog, in the hopes that my entire intended audience (my ACTUAL FRIENDS) would see it, regardless of which platform they used. Blogging also had the disadvantage of having everything be publicly available to anyone. Sure, you could lock down your blog and require your friends to create an account and log in to read it, but let’s face it, that’s a pain in the ass for all concerned, especially in the time of “account fatigue” where people are loath to create yet another account on yet another site, even for a friend. Believe me, I tried. ? It was the early days of blogging and people were still afraid of posting too much personal info online, so I tried to friends-lock this blog, but what actually happened was that I’m pretty sure only about 3 of my friends had the time/energy/mental bandwidth to actually create an account in the first place. This ALSO blocked my feed from the handy-dandy RSS readers most people used so no one was alerted if I made a new post unless they actually went to my blog and logged in. Ain’t nobody got time for that, so I can’t blame ’em.

I miss Google Reader.
All the blogs I followed, both personal and “professional”, in one place for easy reading from any device, in chronological order. It was easier for me, psychologically speaking, to go to a single site and read all my blogs within it, rather than opening up a bookmark folder and clicking on each one individually.
It’s definitely a chicken-and-egg scenario, but at the same time as we lost the tools for easy personal blogging and blog reading, there was a big shift from long-form blog posts to short Facebook posts and shares.

Facebook is pretty much the only contact I have with some people these days. Like many of you, I am trapped there. Facebook has SOME of the features of all of the above formats. You can filter posts so they are only seen by a select few, you can join interest groups, and it’s a single feed of all your friends in one place.
But our posts are slaves to the algorithm. Filtered or “friends only” posts are given less importance than public posts, it seems, so that even your friends who are ON that list might not see them. Or if they do see them, it could be served up days later instead of in a chronological timeline. (But don’t worry, they liked that meme I shared, which shows we were both on FB, but only being shown what the algorithm thought was most important at the time). Following groups or pages is no guarantee you’ll see any of their content at all, unless you force the algorithm by immediately interacting with several of their existing posts to “tell” it that you want to see that content. (because joining a group isn’t enough to let it know you want to see posts from the group, apparently).

What’s the solution? Who knows.

Writing a long-form post has been made fairly unattractive, by way of getting little to no feedback when your friends don’t even see it, don’t see it for days, or simply because it appears lower in their feed than a quick post that’s short enough to have a pretty, colourful background. (Don’t get me wrong, I actually love those backgrounds. But they provide a very real pressure to keep posts short and easily digestible both because a) only short posts get to have one and b) I swear posts with background get a slight advantage in the algorithm). Often, because of our ever more busy culture, people might see your long post, but feel like they “don’t have time” to commit to it right now, especially since the post is snipped for length. People can’t even make an informed decision about whether they have time or not when they can’t see how long the post might be, and expanding it to see feels like committing, so they scroll past without expanding it. Often intending to come back later to read it, but we all know that’s not what usually happens in the fast-paced world of social media. (People genuinely forget, and also FB assumes that since you’ve already “seen” it, it both doesn’t have to show you again AND it thinks you were uninterested in that sort of content because you didn’t interact with it.)

What’s the solution? Who knows.
I’ve seen this discussion go round and round for years. No one has found a viable solution yet. New social media platforms tend to fizzle out before a critical mass migration occurs (either because the platform itself sucks, has some scandal, or just because it’s so hard to break into the niche that Facebook occupies), and it’s so hard to pry people off of it. I could leave Facebook for another platform at any time I wanted. We all could. As long as I was ok with mostly speaking to myself, since only a tiny percentage of my friends would see what I post there. Facebook, for all its flaws and reasons for me to leave, still serves the purpose of actually connecting me with my friends. In order for any of us to move, we have to convince all the people we care about to move along with us. Even this whole long post is just a venting of vague frustration.

Monday

Yesterday, my day started out cleaning cat pee off the floor.
Then I tried to use up all the open bananas from yesterday, but I didn’t have time to cook everything before work so some will rot in the fridge.
Then I got to work to find we had more samples than we’d hoped, and we also had to drive to a lab in Cambridge to do our work because a piece of very important equipment here is dead.
Then we got rejected by a possible guest for the convention.
Then we had to go through orientation and stuff at the other lab (fair enough, we’ll be performing work there, after all) and that coupled with the disorientation caused by doing wok in a corner of a borrowed lab meant that our normal extraction took until 2 (instead of noonish like normal).
Then we had to wait for our other reagents to thaw, since we were not here to take them out of the freezer earlier.
Then we had to wait for a salad spinner to be purchased as a band-aid solution to a relatively minor problem caused by a large problem (see previous statements re: important piece of equipment being dead).
Finally got samples into the machine to run, and since it was 3:30 I forgot I hadn’t eaten lunch yet and sat around until 4 wondering why I was so grumpy.
Ate my lunch at 4. It was very tasty.
Samples finished their run at 5:15, and I get to find that half of them had failed. Super.
Then I had to re-run the failed samples, and finally got out of work at quarter to 6.

Today, my day started out cleaning up cat pee off the floor.
Then I got to work and found that 95% of the samples that failed yesterday had also failed in the second run overnight.
So I am thawing reagents to run them again.
I only have 6 samples to test so far today, which would be amazingly helpful, since I have a smaller replacement for the dead piece of lab equipment that I can use to do a small run here quickly and easily… if all of our other supplies weren’t in the other lab already.

I am not overly optimistic for the rest of today.

Sucks to be me

TMI post.

Girl TMI post. Fair warning.

Today I have a doctor appointment to get my birth control prescription renewed. This mean a pap smear, yay.

If you’ve been reading my journal forever, you know I’m not so fine with those. Well, even less fine with those than the general female population. Major stabbing pain, crying, etc. In all my years, there hasn’t been one yet that you could call “fully complete” or “proper”. Yeah. It’s good times.

Anyway.

Things have been better in, er, that department lately, and I needed my prescription renewed, so I made an appointment.
I then proceeded to internally freak out about it, which messed up my cycle a bit, so I was still bleeding a bit when the appointment came around (today). So the Doctor wouldn’t do it today, because it wouldn’t help my baseline at all, so I get to make another appointment to have it done later, within the next couple months.
Yeah.
This will totally end well, right?

Tiny Tragedy (a play in three acts)

Act I
October
I ordered a lovely print off DeviantArt when they were having a free shipping sale (even to Canada!). My print arrived, and all was good, except I didn’t have a frame or anything for it, and I didn’t want to just hang it naked. 12″x18″ is a hard size to find, apparently, though this may be because I didn’t go to any real framing stores because I couldn’t afford them. I just looked all over, and then kept an eye out anywhere that sold frames.

Act II
Present day
I was at Michaels Arts & Crafts (in Hamilton) for an unrelated purpose, and while I was there I found a 13×19 frame. Joy! I figured that was close enough; I could centre the poster inside it, and if I was lucky, the black paper inside the frame would match closely enough to the black background of the print that the frame would look filled in when it was hanging on a wall. A while later, I found a 12×18 frame! More joy! It was even 50% off! I put the 13×19 back, and bought my 12×18, feeling very good. I was going to be able to hang my print!

Act III
I got home, carried all the other stuff into the house (the trip was actually to head to IKEA with my Christmas gift certificate to get a table from the front hall) and then ran into the living room. I tore open the wrapping on the frame and unlatched the back. This was going to be so great! I pulled the poster from the protective plastic and carefully placed the poster into…

… into the…

…frame…

It didn’t fit! Tragedy!

The poster is 12×18, but the frame most decidedly is not. It’s more like 11.5. The 12×18 designation isn’t an outer measurement, either, since the frame itself measures about 13″ wide.

Now I have a fake 12×18 frame and have nothing to put into it, and I have an actual 12×18 print without a frame. *sad face*

A Letter to a Reagent

Dear Lab Reagent,

You are frozen. You like to be frozen. I get this.
But I need to use you in a reaction, which means I need to thaw you. Please stop being a whiny prima donna about being thawed and refrozen. It’s what you’re designed to do. That means you’re supposed to keep reacting properly, even after such tragic events as those previously described.

Love,
~The Lab Tech who just needs you to freaking work already!

I Love Lamp

I have cat litter in my shoes and water all down the front of my labcoat.

I cleaned out the cat litterbox just before I had to leave for work this morning. As I was tying up the garbage bag full of litter, the entire bottom of it split and dumped cat litter (et al) onto my feet and all over the floor. Nice!

Took me 5 minutes to find the dustpan so I could clean it up, because I was not scooping it into a new bag with my hands. Found the dustpan under the bathroom sink. WTF?

Cleaned up the cat litter. So much for stopping at the grocery store on my way to work to grab lunch, but fortunately I had an emergency lunch in the freezer that I could bring.

Got to work, and saw that the water cooler jug needed replacing. I took the old jug off and dragged a full jug over. There must have been some water left in the top of the cooler, because when I put the new jug on it splashed water all down the front of my lab coat.

So now I’m damp. And my shoes still have some cat litter in them that I can’t get out.

You know you want me life.

Did I Mention I Hate UPS?

Now I get to go in to work on Saturday because of good ol’ UPS! WTF.

I don’t actually mind coming in on Saturday. I like what I do and I know it won’t take long, and I’ll get to set stuff up here and then go home (and take care of the garage sale I’m having on Saturday) and then return to work and compile/send the results.
It’s the fact that I have to come in because USP sucks. It’s the principle of the thing.

I Hate UPS

Ok, this rant won’t make as much sense as I’d like, simply because I haven’t had time to document yesterday’s clusterfuck. Stay tuned!

Ok, we’re having a package shipped to us overnight from Lancaster, PA. Approximately 8 hours from here by car. It was shipped with UPS yesterday, and we know it was actually picked up and went out yesterday. It cost $120 to ship this thing overnight.

Know when the ETA for this package is? Tomorrow. Not even tomorrow morning, tomorrow end of day. (or Monday, UPS wasn’t sure). That’s not even taking into account any customs delays (not that there should be any, it’s been pre-cleared).
WTF! Curse you, UPS!

NHL Madness

If the NHL is going to bid against Balsillie for the Phoenix Coyotes, does that mean they’re abandoning their challenge of Balsillie’s right to bid in the first place? Classy guys, real classy, like everything else Bettman has done in this debacle.

I thought the NHL could not own a team, according to their own constitution? (I don’t know if this is trufax, just something I read on teh intardnets!) Oh well, it’s not like ethics are a matter they haven’t shown they are comfortable sidestepping.