hats and handbags and shoes, oh my

November Project

I’m listing something from my life on a sales site–e.g., eBay or Poshmark or the Fluemarket–every day this month. Why? Prosaic reasons: I have too much stuff, for one, even after all the donating; I’d like to pay off that Visa bill; I still have fantasizes about living on a boat… The real reason is that for everything I list, I’m posting something about the item or my life or something that needs to be said. It doesn’t need to be read (I mean, who looks at the fine print of everything they buy online)? But I may need to write it regardless. (Also: while I would love to sell things, everything I have left is a thing I like and it doesn’t break my heart to keep. I have cool stuff, you all.) I would love it if I listed more than 30 things, but that’s the small goal.…

I don’t really understand how things work on the internet

Yesterday pH prefaced a comment to me with, “I know you really don’t understand how things work on the internet…” and then explained something to me. I think she meant I didn’t understand a Discord thing, but instead of listening to her point I thought, you know, I managed Usenet and IRC back in the day and I did okay. I do know I massively, massively miss my old blogging community. I miss Old Law Twitter and just generally what Twitter used to be like. (I haven’t had Facebook in years–but I don’t miss Facebook much.) I really miss talking to people. This is how remote* my life is: the most exciting thing to happen in ages was that, on the way to the Waste Transfer Station, I had a tire blowout. (A waste transfer station is where you take garbage and then it goes to a landfill somewhere. It’s…