Recursive Cross-posting Spiral of Death…or Not

Sigh. I meant to get back to flogging the undead, undying pony that is The Stupid Novel today, but I got sucked into a WordPress to Twitter cross-post issue on my website and ended up spending most of the day debugging it. There is much pointy irony here in that I was able to upgrade several other peoples’ websites with a plugin that crashed on mine over and over again.

But after much code scouring and swearing, I fixed it. I think.

And I am, once again, seriously thinking about switching domain host providers.  The problem was not helped one bit by the server going down twice during my upgrade/debug/hacking efforts. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

Although, y’know, with LiveJournal now being able to cross-post to both Facebook and Twitter,  and the Twitter plugin I just hacked being able to cross-post tweets to WordPress, and WordPress cross-posting to LiveJournal, Twitter, and Facebook, there’s the chance of the universe imploding in a recursive cross-posting spiral of death.

Mwa ha ha haaa! Let the apocalypse begin!

Um, I may be a little loopy from staring at code all day…

My French is Beyond Redemption, but I’m Fluent in Tech-ese

My contrib. copies of Ténèbres 2010 arrived. And, upon eagerly opening the lovely volume to my story, I discovered that my French is so far gone as to be pushing up the daisies. Sigh. Well, it’s not like it was all that healthy to begin with.

In a totally unrelated segue, I’ve discovered the virtues of Twitter! Yeah, I’ve had a Twitter account for ages, but it always seemed a cumbersome, clunky networking tool until this year when I started heavily incorporating the Daily Dragon‘s Twitter feed into this year’s Dragon*Con update notification schedule, discovering in the process why I’d always found it clunky. Twitter is really not optimized for a web browser interface; it’s optimized, ideal even, for a mobile, i.e., smartphone, interface.

And this year, I have a Droid.

Total geeky efficiency is being able to dash through the bowels of the Hyatt and pimp the charity auction while getting direct messages from my staff. I have become a convert to the 140-characters-or-fewer mode of information dissemination.

Although, granted, there were a few technical issues that almost sent me twitching into a corner:
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Dragon*Con Postmortem and Resurrection: In a Nutshell and Out

Back at ye olde day job this week, which means I’m officially resurrected from Dragon*Con. Eying my to-do list—which really ought to have decreased after the convention and instead seems to have gotten bigger—and dwelling upon the virtues of being corpsified.

In a nutshell, Dragon*Con ran me down with a semi, backed up and rolled over me again, and then got out and stepped on me. And yet I had fun, due almost totally to the fabulous folks I got to hang with. My Daily Dragon staff and my DC2K writers group, of which there was significant overlap, did a fabulous job keeping me sane, giggling, and on a sugar high. I got to gab briefly with cmpriest and daveybeauchamp, touch base with stephenhsegal, and finally, finally spend some face time with mouseferatu.

Y’know, I do wonder about folks who have only ever interacted with me at Dragon*Con, whether they think I’m just a hyper, scatterbrained spaz all the time. daveybeauchamp and I have had several conversations now about how different our personalities are at conventions versus how we our in our everyday lives. I’m quiet, shy, and coherent usually. Honest!

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Dragon*Con Killed Me, Getting Better

Was slayed by baby vampires yesterday at Dragon*Con:

me dead

(Photo by krysalys)

Arose from the dead today to the realization that Dragon*Con is over.

Had much fun. Had less sleep than I’ve ever had at a D*C (which is saying something). Did not win a Hugo but did get a lovely prezzie—gift certificates to Spa Sydell—from my D*C co-workers which made me go all smoffy and waaah-you-guys-loveyouall-waah!

More complete post to come.