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    Hogworthy is a thing this year. Because me & a writer for Cracked and ZombieChops say so. Click this for the full convo.



    I've also been assigned a Star Wars identity by @ladiosabri, only the biggest Daniel Jackson fan on the planet. She also wrote a fun Walking Dead post.



    I resisted this for a long time. I know some of you don't believe me.



    "For whatever reasons, Ray, call it... fate, call it luck, call it karma, I believe everything happens for a reason. I believe that we were destined to get thrown outta this dump." -Dr. Peter Venkman, Ghostbusters. This number doubled over this last year.



    Probably because of stuff like this.



    I'm gonna go Snake Plissken all over your social media butts this year. Major phone fail is NOT A PROBLEM.



    This continues to be a thing. #TeamSpooge I still can't explain it. All I know is that the Spock in my head is thankful the Spongebob in my head has a direction to go in now.



    I also seem to have been inducted into a world squirrel family on twitter. We have #squirrelitude. I'm so sorry I wasn't the first on that hashtag.



    My baditude is full swing right now, thanx to the nasty 25 degree wind outside. I say dish it out, world, I'm not listening. Groove is in the Pinky brain.

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    • I wonder if Doctor of the Dead appreciates me mentioning him in my 2015 Shorty Award interview. I've discovered that most of the people saying they voted for me this year aren't being counted because 1- a reason wasn't given for why they nominated/voted, 2- they weren't logged into twitter when they pushed the 'tweet your nomination' button, 3- they may not have authorized the shorty awards to tweet on their behalf, or 4- they may not have twitter accounts. If all that had worked, I'd actually have more votes this year already than I got last year, so I've got cool friends. I think Shorty Awards kinda sucks for not allowing people without twitter accounts to vote and for not allowing an option to remain anonymous. There, I said it. And while I'm saying stuff, we all know it's about the rich and famous (again), right? There's no such thing as a popular vote among the masses in a worldwide competition. All the same, it's one more place I can stamp my web presence on, BOOYA.



      I've been a little more sadistically mocky lately, what's up with that?



      It's probably something like this going on in my life. Nothing to worry about, been here before, but in case I seem crabby at anyone, apologies. Unless you're a verified TV show twitter account that follows me and then unfollows after I list, yeah- all my venom. I love twitter to death, but it shows you who the real jerks are in a hurry.

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      • Xanga is back.



        I think the biggest angst I ever dragged all over the internet and especially this forum was the big Xanga server move, which began on Sept. 1st, 2013. The only thing I can compare it to is maybe facebook users whining that the earth blew up and facebook disappeared for nearly two months and then when it reappeared half their stuff was missing, and the rest looked like Godzilla ate it and ever since then everything has gone wrong and some of them set up campsites monitoring everything so they can pop out and lob rocks because they're still so angry. Has any other blog host on this earth achieved such loyalty that 1 1/2 years later, users are still begging for it to come back and trolls are still spending quality time venting about it?

        Xanga gained my undying support the week of Hurricane Sandy, when the Xanga Team sludged their way through weather and flooding in the dark to keep servers going with generators, at God knows what kind of expense to themselves.



        So when Xanga announced the server move, I locked down, buckled in, and gripped the console. Here I am writing about it afterward on a fansite that still continues to get worldwide traffic.



        Some of you saw me drop everything I was doing, including a book contract, to feverishly keep salvaging my Xanga blogs to backup blogs for just in case. During this time, the Xanga Team kindly extended my fees (and anyone who asked for it, basically), saving me several hundred dollars and greatly reducing my stress over another holiday season. I've been joking around that I have something like 2 million words in private Xanga blogs, and while I can easily back them up and indeed did so, my Xanga blogs have been such a deep part of me becoming who I am that I can't see letting go of that. Ever. As long as Xanga keeps host servers going, I will be part of Xanga. Which is funny because when Xanga was at its peak, very few people there knew who I was. Now I'm world famous (haha, I know, funny, right?) and I owe most of that to Xanga.

        I wrote a thank you to Xanga a couple of days ago. You can click the pic to read it.



        If Xanga had never moved to new servers, I would never have grown beyond my wildest dreams. If Xanga had never challenged me to the hardest thing I've ever had to do on the internet, I would never have risen to such a challenge and conquered. I have gained so much confidence in myself since Sept. 1st, 2013 that I can't imagine ever gaining any other way. Because I chose to reschedule and ride my life out with Xanga going down like a Titanic, because I chose to keep my faith in a handful of people who have a dream, because I chose to trust my own choices- I am strong. I think maybe in some ways I will never be shaken again. I know now that when internet stuff gets hard again, I will know how to laugh. I learned so much about myself during this adventure.

        Many Xangans mourn the loss of community. Xanga is struggling to hold that community together on facebook. Xanga originally birthed several sub communities, as well, one of which was Autisable. I contributed several blog posts to Autisable as Bluejacky, my first public blog that I started being my whole real self on, as opposed to being a fansite owner, or a space alien. I had another sorta 'real' blog at Thodin but deleted it years ago after tangling with Teen Grrrl Squad, for lack of a better euphemism. I've since then been officially diagnosed with Asperger's, and knew I'd found my people (endless debaters with empathy deficit, lol) on Autisable. Since the Xanga move, I have divided my Bluejacky salvage into two new blogs- Aspienado at wordpress, and Surveypalooza at blogger. These two blogs are the two "Spock and SpongeBob" halves of my brain that I have difficulty reconciling but must live with at all times. Disentangling them onto blogs has been crucial to my own understanding of how I (and people around me) survive my Asperger's. Put those together with Spaz, a third blog spinoff, and the theme song I had up on the original Bluejacky blog before the server move makes sense. The book I'm working on is Existential Aspie and was originally scheduled (by me) to be published a year ago. However, I'm doing my best to finish it up now, on crunch time, as they say, and I feel will be all the more well-rounded because of the big Xanga server move.

        Xanga was always a writers haven. People who are born to write and create wind up in places like that, be it storyboards for film or code for apps or fashion design. Xanga had everything from pet blogs to celebrities lurking among us, and the Xanga Team created fun ways to for us to get to know each other. Lurking and stalking the more popular posters from afar was kind of like a game, and I learned a lot about social interaction watching others play with social networking. I would be lurking all over the mysterious Xanga Team if I could, wizards behind the curtain.

        Before I ever had friends, I had Xanga. Because I had Xanga, I have friends.

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        • There's this thing on twitter with some of my friends called #napclub. I never hear them stumbling back to real life with stories about how a SpongeBob episode became the most talked about television show in HISTORY in 5 minutes flat after SpongeBob poured Patrick a couple of drinks in little square cups with floating eyeballs, and such a realistic scent of whiskey floated into all our brains that twitter super exploded and the world was never the same after the SpongeBob creators teamed up with the Jack Daniels sales team to create the first true smell-o-vision experience with an episode called "Smell-O-Vision" that seemed so real to me that I scoured the internet looking for it after I woke up, swearing that dream had to be a take-off on something I'd seen before. It wasn't.



          Apparently, however, smell-o-vision is being worked on outside the U.S., not specifically with SpongeBob and Jack Daniels, but with viewing experience targets in general.
          COMPANIES DEVELOP 4D AND SMELL-O-VISION -- IS THIS THE FUTURE OF FILM VIEWING?
          Japanese smell-o-vision TV releases scents with per-pixel accuracy



          Rest assured, when they finally get 3D printer televisions off the ground, smell-o-vision won't be far behind. All they'd really have to do is send signals that trigger our brains to fetch the correct memories from our own odor catalogs, and BAM, #smeevee. That's right, I'm all over inventing that hashtag, just in case. Anyway, it's probably been 25 years since I drank any whiskey, but the memory of it was just as sharp in my dream as ever. Imagine how my drinking twitter buddies could be affected by the unsubtle nuances of alcohol bouquets popping up in the middle of their shows. I'm seeing a lot of kaching here.

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          • I guess it's nice to know I'm doing ok. I didn't realize this was a big thing to worry about until I hit a couple of forums full of people asking how 7% rates, or whether 20% out of 500 is good. You people realize you can back out and restack your rows and change your histories, right? I think the better question is what is actually going on in your noggin while you're playing. Things I‘«÷ve learned about life from playing solitaire.



            Had a cool convo with the CEO of Gecko Systems this week, kinda thrilling he found me on linkedin. You guys know I'm big on addressing depression and have a robot thing, turns out this guy is leading the brigade against troll bots causing suicides, that's a real thing. The second snip clicks to the article I linked him to about the kind of stuff I keep hinting around that brain chips will probably be used to help people with depression one day. Pacemakers can help with heart rhythm, cerebrospinal fluid regulators can be embedded in the body, we've got prosthetics galore helping with everything from vision to digestion to mechanical movement, so why not brain chips to help regulate bipolar disorder, depression, and insomnia? Anyway, here you go, a guy who's actually working on robotics and interfacing in many ways, including pulling bots over on twitter like a traffic service, which is awesome.





            On the other end of the twitter spectrum-



            I started this next bit last month and it's still sitting around, so I'm going to put it here while I'm cleaning out some of my stash. I'm in an end-of-two-week-snow-headache-and-floating-on-a-painpill mood right now, so I have no clear purpose, I don't care what goes splat, and I know no one gives a crap so shut up and skip over this part. February was hard on everybody.

            Things I've learned not to do on twitter

            1- Make a general complaint about a product or service, because a helpful rep appears like magic and starts chatting me up with cheerful personalized customer service right there in the public feed. I had to remind one guy not to ask me private details in public, and then had to ask him not to DM me. Twitter is not a sales floor. Simply making a vague apology and linking me to a help page would suffice.

            2- Assume accounts like restaurants targeting specific audiences won't suddenly slump into an alcoholic depression and start spamming politics or porn. While some can get away with blaming an account being hacked (which is ridiculously easy to proof against), others seem not to care and just do it anyway, as if they don't spare a thought to how that sinks their professionalism into a public quagmire. But hey, if someone's paying for followers, why should they care. I'm often surprised when some of them actually notice I unfollow them for that and try winning me back.

            3- Get involved with people taking sides. This is hard. It also makes me sad. I know I will lose friends and gain spam groupies if I even stick a toe in muddled issues going out of emotional control. I think the saddest part is that I'm really really good at debate and take glee in exposing stupidity, even if it's from people I totally agree with. So, no one knows what I'm really thinking.

            4- Anything and everything on twitter can be ruined into dick jokes, porn pix, bloody dementia, mocking for sport, and none of it can be saved with 'faith in humanity restored' or 'cuteness overload' or witty sarcasm. The only thing you can do to survive twitter is wear goggles and hang on. You embrace the crazy or go home. I have learned not to give up on twitter. Any bad day can be buried under a swift round of retweets.

            5- Assume anyone is on my side. There is no side. Sidetaking is an illusion perpetuated by a bunch of people simultaneously having bad days and using twitter to dump and feel better or more powerful.


            Back to real life. How long do olives keep in the fridge after they've come out of a can and been drained? Might need to see if the crows and squirrels like olives.

            Just noticed this is 2 miles long already. Sorry about that. Here, have a fanvid a friend of mine made.

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            • Junk like this is why I fail to check my email more than 2-3 times a month.

              I can only imagine the kind of third world flogging required to grind this out of some idiot's head through a keyboard into a scam because so many aging Americans still fall for this kind of crap. So thrilling to find out I'm a millionaire and that there is a warning attached about not attempting to get to 'my' money. Personally, I think this is a fourth grade assignment for a select set of super genius kids enrolled at an off the grid 'home school' who use cyber terror training to become our next elite force of cyber defense.

              By the way, for those of you who are still really green, creating a fake 'from' in an email that looks real is first grade work. I've watched trolls spook forums and start wars with this little trick for years, rolling around laughing when angry parents start jumping into the forums demanding to know what's going on.

              I guarantee you, though, that if there were a 900 number in this email, my dad and several other seniors in his age bracket would call it over and over trying to get hold of a real person who knows what's really going on. (Those of you possibly still unaware- 900 #s charge you by the minute to make the call.) A couple of years ago he kept getting anonymous 800# calls that said call back at 900-something and he obediently did it and sat on hold, trying to find out why he was being told to do this. If nothing else positive comes out of me posting this, please put your aging parents on the national do not call registry. If they are listed and still get scammed, the Feds will go after the number you report doing the scamming. Otherwise there really is no protection for people who can't help falling for this stuff.

              Another by the way, this is Ban Ki-moon. Also, "bobby doweny" is your tip-off since putting it in search leads to this and this.

              Why am I even bothering with this? Because I think it's funny. After two decades of email scams, people still fall for this enough for it to be a continuing viable operation, and there are trolls out there raking in dough because stupid sheeples. I'm also bothering with this because I know you, like me, want to make sure to discuss this stuff with your aging parent. It's kind of like the sex talk they gave us years ago, only much more serious than unwanted pregnancies and VD. Life is hard enough already on a limited income without stuff like this going on, or this, or this, or this, or this... you get the picture.

              Remember when they said print is dead? I feel that way about email. Email is dead. I barely use it. The only thing left that email is even good for is setting up accounts across social media. I feel the same way about the phone, too. No one I don't know has any business interrupting my life for any reason in the world, especially if it involves giving out personal information and anything to do with money.


              U.S. Department of Justice
              From Federal Bureau of Investigation Washington.dc@fbi.govhide details
              NOTE: If you received this message in your SPAM/BULK folder that is because of
              the restrictions implemented by your Internet Service Provider we the (Federal
              Bureau of Investigation) urge you to treat it genuinely.

              Federal Bureau of
              Investigation
              Anti-Terrorist and Cyber Crime Division
              J. Edgar Hoover
              Building
              935 Pennsylvania Avenue,
              NW, Washington, D.C
              20535-0001,
              USA

              Service Hours / Monday to Saturday:

              Attention

              We bring to
              your notice that your Email address has been in our database of scammed victims
              for a long time, Due to complains by individuals and Governmental agencies, an
              emergency meeting was held at the United Nation Building in New York with the
              general secretary of the United Nation Ban Ki-moon and Heads of the Federal
              Bureau of Investigation (F.B.I) and Cyber Crime Division.
              You were randomly
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              Do disregard any email you get from any impostors or offices claiming
              to be in possession of your ATM CARD, you are hereby advices only to be in
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              FEDERAL BUREAU OF
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              • #easterspooge is pulling me out of my double swan dive just in time.













                I've been putting stuff like this out there on major holidays. Please click if you're having a bad weekend.

                I'm passing this on to all my star brothers and sisters out there from PinkO??sterCult‘šů and #TeamSpooge.

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                • I was all floaty in my euphoria, and then this happened. O_O You can click that to see it for realz.



                  Naturally, I think that page makes a great wallpaper. This clicks out to big.



                  Just one of those lovey-dovey Mondays. I blame Darth Egg. The Dark Side tends to backfire around me for some reason.



                  It started with a lovefest nearly a week ago and crescendoed into me gushing my luv all over my timeline. So, finis. I will try to give this particular subject a rest now. By the way, thanx to everyone for the coolest biggest day I've ever had on Pinky. You know I love it when you make it weird, guys.

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                  • I absolutely love mymercy.net because it's so easy to touch base with my doctor via short internet message.

                    "Atenolol 25mgbid & norvasc 5mg nightly since 4/2, BP down to 118/78 on 4/8 so skipped norvasc, 4/9 a.m. was still at 114/78 so stopped norvasc & cont. atenolol as prescribed. Today down to 115/76 before any atenolol- Q: do I continue to take atenolol at this dose or do I cut the dose down? My BP breakouts might be related to me trying to lower dose by myself & having rebound. Will cont to monitor & maybe cut dose very slowly?"

                    @bonenado has given my Lexxplosion chapter two thumbs up. There is nothing more boring than living with a writer for nearly 22 years and having to extricate from the continual piles of wordy onslaught. Basically, he very rarely reads anything I write, which doesn't bother me because I don't care to know everything about his work and fantasy baseball teams and TV shows I'm not into, right? If he were a blogger, I probably wouldn't read his stuff, either. So for Scott to walk into the room and interrupt me with my headphones on to tell me THAT was good and he even caught himself sitting forward into the screen because he actually got excited over the intensity of the story was probably the single biggest compliment I ever got in my life. I mean, he was there, I'm sure he burned out as much as anyone, so all I expected was "Yeah, it was good" on his way out the door to work on the deck.

                    It took this aspie 10 years of writing practice, 7 years of counseling with a real psychologist, and 8 years since the event to figure out how to share my feelings about this story and to be able to write it. Well, I could have written it this whole time, but no one would have wanted to read it because I wasn't a whole enough person to tell it yet.

                    Having Aspergers is no joke. Everything in my life has been hard since I was tiny. I never got handouts, never caught breaks, and everything I've achieved to this point is due to cruelty and stubbornness. I'll be more clear about that later. The Lexxplosion changed everything in my life, put me onto an entirely new path, gave me a reason to fight with everything I have, and what happened that year is just a dang cool story.

                    I can't say thank you enough to myke for letting me splat myself all over his forum here the last couple of years while I kept working very hard on recovery and rebuilding. I'm not sure how much longer this project will take, but apparently I've finally broken through some kind of final wall and find I'm able to dive freely into the depths now, so I'm not sure when I'll come back up for air. Just in case, thank you to everyone who checks this forum to see what's going on with Pinky. I intend to keep updating on my Pinky blog, but may be taking a personal break from several other medias while I try to get this work finally done. For those interested, the writing Lexxplosion started on April 1st and continued for ten days from there through a most wonderful comorbidity of Aspergers with a hypomania event.

                    My G+ tagline continues to be relevant. "The real original Janika Banks (grandfortuna.xanga.com) I asploded. I'm ok. Like the Central Intelligence Core of the Krikkit War Computer, I'm everywhere, in the mists all around you.

                    Click for about.me.

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                    • Mike Bliinski just tagged me on FB to watch this #mindblown my new fave vid of all time. Hoff fans around the world are probably dying all over themselves.



                      Wanna know more about Kung Fury? Click this pic!

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                      • This has got to be in the top 10 craziest threads ever

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                        • Just had another one of my computer dreams, so I'll try to write this as fast as possible before I forget.

                          The public kiosks were columns, like cylinders with tough metal protectors painted darkish purple. About chest height (to whatever I was) opened up to a screen laid over the lower half of the column, above it closed back up and the column continued upward a little ways. The monitor was very different from our standard, no search bar, and it took me awhile to find the back button when I hit the wrong order of instructions, so I think it was like different symbolism until my own real brain started interacting and didn't recognize something, and suddenly the symbols looked more like ours and I started waking up.

                          The keyboard was very different, too, monitor and keys were somehow the same thing. Nothing on the keyboard or screen went beyond darkish blues, purples, and black, I don't remember any other colors at all. If I used this hex chart, most of the 3 quads beyond lower right would be completely gone, and there would be holes in the lower right because lighter colors couldn't be seen.



                          There was no alphabet, just symbols, way fewer keys than ours arranged in two sets between a short upper row of function keys and an even shorter bottom row of another kind of function keys. I remember pressing certain keys that were marked with certain colored symbols in a very particular order and pulling up the coolest infograph ever that I can't even describe, it was like words and colors were the same thing.

                          The best part of the whole dream- the hard drive was pure liquid, in a tank beneath the keyboard/screen, couldn't see it because of the darkish purple metal cylinder casing, but I knew it was liquid. I'm not sure what was above in the continuing cylinder, but it still had something to do with the whole computer system, like an energy drive. All the cylinders were spaced out across distances, all were public, almost like telephone booths mixed with info kiosks mixed with computer cafes mixed with cell phone tech.

                          I had never heard of liquid hard drives, so now I'm looking them up, and it's a thing.

                          The liquid hard drive that could store a terabyte of data in a tablespoon of fluid

                          ARE LIQUID HARD DRIVES THE FUTURE OF DATA STORAGE?

                          This totally gives credence to the Xindi-Aquatic in the Enterprise series being one of the most advanced races.

                          Since this vid is a year old, this is old news, but if you're like me, you're just now hearing about it. If I dreamed it, it's real and it's coming. I think it's already being used off planet, in a vague 'somewhere else', since this isn't the first dream I've had about very complicated tech way beyond ours 'somewhere else'. (the accidental soul traveler)

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                          • Just got this funny visual.

                            "Jeebus counts, it's slang." ~tally mark~

                            "No!" Slams mug on table, sloshing drink. "It has to be your NAME! You can't go around changing the rules after you make the rules!"

                            "You're just jelly because no one ever calls you Lucie or something." Takes a drink.

                            "I hate this game." Glowering across the dark bar over the half empty mug.

                            Humming under breath, makes another tally, flips filled paper over pad for fresh paper.

                            Breaks pencil, throws broken pieces, swallows the rest of the drink, angrily shatters mug all over post-it with a few dozen tally marks.

                            "Well, you're the one who picked the fancy name. I can't help it if everybody thinks my name makes a better swear than yours does."

                            "I'm done playing this stupid game, I'm going back to work."

                            Gently puts away paper pad and pencil, neatly swallows rest of drink. "To arms, then?"

                            "You idiot." Glowers out of the bar.

                            Pencil quietly makes more tallies in pocket.
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                            • I mean EVERYONE.



                              Just saying.

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                              • Two years ago about this time, I had a dream about twitter convo reorganization within a couple of days of the 'blue lines' suddenly showing up. here

                                Last night I had a dream where a coding error had people freaking out about their timelines suddenly pulling in whole streams of other feed into their timelines accidentally when they retweeted somewhat viral tweets that happened to be entangled through several list feed and user stream algorithms.

                                So, boom, suddenly there are 20-30 tweets from other people in your own timeline that you didn't retweet there, with no rhyme or reason to any of it, making it look like someone hacked your account, but no one really did.

                                I don't know if this dream is a result of fighting with my paper.li manual preferences still not being able to slow down overriding 'most popular tweets' algorithms and the facepalming I'm doing as my feedback list of problems grows longer by the day again, but after watching paper.li algorithm updates butt heads, I can see how easily twitter feeds could go wacky if there were a new code installation fine tuning a cool new twitter feature.

                                As I was waking up from that, I suddenly wondered if Moffat will ever make an offhand joke out of Sherlock setting up Google or other search parameters to monitor other people monitoring him and John, because that's such a huge thing lately, plus it's kinda funny how many bizarre search phrases are out there. I mean, it was hilarious seeing fandom mimicry on The Empty Hearse, and fandoms are huge on using alerts. Might be a fun way to tease the fans again.

                                The Ninja‘«÷s Guide to Google Alerts
                                Google Alerts - What You Care About, As It Happens!
                                Michael Fassbender's dad spies on him using Google alerts
                                Tell Me If You Think This Is Weird: Putting A Google Alert On Someone You‘«÷re Dating
                                This Little Service Absolutely Crushes Google Alerts

                                This looks like a cute book. Click to go to Amazon.



                                Click the sample to see that page.

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