a camera rolling on her back

Someone familiar with reblog, my kingdom for someone familiar with reblog.

Gah.

At the moment, it looks like just reinstalling the plugin won’t do anything, because the plugin in the new pack is pretty much the same as the old as far as i can see.

So it might be refeed that’s the problem. Or wordpress after all, that’s the issue.

I had been hoping it was refeed. But… looking at it, i suspect it’s just a problem with the new wordpress interacting with reblog.

So annoying.

I’m….hopefully going to fix the craziness that attempting to upgrade refeed has wrought. And if I can’t…well. I can always reinstall it. That is the beauty of rss feeds. And blogs. All the past stuff that I’ve reblogged is…well… all there already. I might get some duplication, but that can be fixed.

Alternatively, I just do what I’ve been doing and not try to fix it at all. Which is going back and changing the categories of my posts manually. Not ideal though.

Originally from her divine shadow on November 17, 2007, 1:47pm

My del.icio.us bookmarks for November 11th through November 15th

These are my links for November 11th through November 15th:

over and over again

tonight…i think an attempt at seeing Beowulf will be made. and at some point, that other Beowulf film with gerard butler in it that was filmed in iceland.

because you know, Beowulf. yay.

and maybe at some point, i’ll get around to dyeing my hair again. theoretically, my hair is currently my natural colour. only i don’t know exactly what that is as i’ve not seen it properly in 11 years 😀

oh well. 😀

still itching to bleach it all and dye it pink. or something. nevermind. maybe i’ll just stick in a white chunk somewhere and lay off the actual dye.

i should, really, make a list of the stuff that i keep meaning to do and forgetting. including, making a list of things i keep meaning to do. heh.

Originally from her divine shadow on November 15, 2007, 11:38am

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Where is the rain?
On such a day as this, the skies should weep
For those who fell, their futures cast aside;
Who left their wives to widowhood, bequeathed
their sons
No legacy but pride.

What of the trees, whose faded leaves now dance,
So fickle in the unexpected sun?
Where only yesterday they clung with
sullen apathy,
Their summer glory done.

Here is inconstancy – do we remember those
Who died in burning sands or jungle heat
With that same sorrow we accord
To Flanders Field or Passchendaele?
Somehow November’s climate seems to meet
More closely, memory of their travail.

And what does weather matter now,
To those whose lives were lost or torn apart?
Late autumn sun may warm my shoulders
where I stand:
The bitter thoughts of war have chilled my heart.

Originally from her divine shadow on November 11, 2007, 2:57am