April 30th, 2003


Cosmic Mayhem

My forums are a constant battle, it seems. In one respect, I want them to be about feminism, technology, smart stuff. But I also want them to be a cool place where people can chill and be themselves. The useless blobs and other silly features of the site attract some pretty random freakizoids to the forums, some are smart, some aren't, but there my freakizoids dammit, so I want them to be a little happy.

So I opened up a special forum for members under 16 so they could just chat with one another without supervision from the moderators, most of whom are older. And the forum has really taken off, the seem to love it. What scares me is that I read comments in there like, "It's fun in here, not like the other forums where *insert moderator name* is judging your every post."

True dat. That's why a few months ago, I gave individual forums their own moderators instead of having a few moderators for the whole place... I was seeing too many battles. And I was nervous, because there are quite a few people who spend more time on my forums than I do (I'm like #8 or so on the most posts list) and the whole place was starting to feel like their website. I wasn't going to let that happen.

So anyway, I guess the point is that I'm torn between wanting the place to be fun and lighthearted, and honoring the requests of my more established members to keep some places serious. My gut feeling? There are plenty of serious places on the web. The weirdness is what makes my forums unique. It may not be intellectual, it may even be scaring smart people away, but it's my monster and if you can't beat it, join it.

In other news... made black bean enchiladas last night. and chicken enchiladas Sunday. guess you could say I'm on a kick, eh?


was chatting with friedtoast on the phone tonight when I confessed to him that I would really like to release my parakeet, Naboo, into the wild forever. Good-bye, you stupid bird.

It's not nice, no. She's a parakeet. The weather outside is perfect now, but there are predators out there, and the weather won't be perfect forever. And I'm not sure she knows how to fend for herself. I guess she could stick around, eat the birdseed out of my feeder on my porch.

She drives me nuts. Just goes off and chirps and chirps and chirps all the time, constantly. If her and aggy are separated, aggy sometimes just chills, or gets quiet. Naboo? Never. Both times I took aggy to the vet I left and returned to hear Naboo squawking her fool head off.

Aggy doesn't like to explore, Naboo does. Aggy likes people, Naboo doesn't. Aggy isn't retarded, Naboo is. Aggy was born in my bedroom my sophomore year of high school, Naboo was bought from a pet store years later when I was away at college, and nobody played with her or let her out, and she never got used to people. She won't get on your hand or anything, she just runs away.

So tonight I was on the phone and she was going off and I was like, "You know what? I am this close to letting this bird loose." friedtoast said that I was the type of person who would feel guilt forever because of that, so I probably shouldn't, but damn.

Hate this bird. Sometimes I think Aggy hates her too, that's the best part.

Who said freedom was a bad thing?