May 9th, 2007

anger, arrrgh, frustration


About a month ago the LJ Mojo Meme was making the rounds. I took it on April 12 and posted the results here.


The meme results image has been replaced by a doctored photo of Goatse.

If you are not familiar with this photo, it is of a naked man bent over, penis dangling, holding his anus open with both hands. It is Very Not Safe For Work.

If there is any chance at all that you may have posted this meme yourself, and if you would get in trouble if a photo of this sort appeared on your computer at work, DO NOT OPEN YOUR RECENT LJ PAGE AT WORK TODAY. You might get an unpleasant surprise.

When you get a chance, please check your LJ for April 10 - 15 and make sure that you did not post this meme. If you did, whether you delete the image or not, please notify your friends' list of the hack. Give them a chance to take it down if they got it from you.

The hacker is d1rtyf1lthy, who thinks it was pretty funny.

I filed a complaint with LJ Abuse even though I was afraid it wouldn't be a violation of the TOS. And indeed, sadly, it is not. Whenever you reference a remotely-loaded offsite image in your journal, you run the risk of it being changed. Whether it is changed to a Kitteh or Goatse, it can be changed or removed by whoever controls the image, and LJ can't do a thing about it.

So don't bother LJ Abuse about it, it's not a violation of the TOS.

It would probably do no good to comment in d1rtyf1lthy's journal either. He seems the type to really get off on any attention, whether good or bad. But... I did it anyway. Oops, my bad.
hat, smile, happy

Poem of the Week: Ginsberg

I saw this poem in the greatpoets community today. It took my breath away.

by Julia Vinograd

No blame. Anyone who wrote Howl and Kaddish
earned the right to make any possible mistake
for the rest of his life.
I just wish I hadn't made this mistake with him.
It was during the Vietnam war
and he was giving a great protest reading
in Washington Square Park
and nobody wanted to leave.
So Ginsberg got the idea, "I'm going to shout
"the war is over" as loud as I can," he said
"and all of you run over the city
in different directions
yelling the war is over, shout it in offices,
shops, everywhere and when enough people
believe the war is over
why, not even the politicians
will be able to keep it going."
I thought it was a great idea at the time
a truly poetic idea.
So when Ginsberg yelled I ran down the street
and leaned in the doorway
of the sort of respectable down on its luck cafeteria
where librarians and minor clerks have lunch
and I yelled "the war is over."
And a little old lady looked up
from her cottage cheese and fruit salad.
She was so ordinary she would have been invisible
except for the terrible light
filling her face as she whispered
"My son. My son is coming home."
I got myself out of there and was sick in some bushes.
That was the first time I believed there was a war.