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dragonlady7I had an Altercation with Yahoo in the late 90s or early 00s. They offered a service which i thought was deceptive; once I'd paid for it, I discovered that it did not do the one thing I had absolutely required it to do, and had been led to believe it would. There was no toll-free number available to call them, so I attempted to call them on their local California line, and was put on hold for ever (at however many cents a minute), and finally was told that the money was non-refundable, regardless of my immediate realization that I had been deceived.
So I reversed the charges with my credit card company, citing fraud. I felt perfectly justified at the time, and have never really regretted my decision. Because really, Yahoo-- no 800 number? You can't refund someone's money ten minutes after they bought something misleadingly described? Yeah fuck you, you're pigs.
Imagine my dismay when Yahoo took over Flickr, which I loved.
Imagine my dismay now as I remember that, as I go to give them money. And the transaction can't be processed, for whatever reason. And oh Lord, I do NOT want to give Yahoo my money. Yes it was a decade ago, but they were shysters.
Anyway. I spent a few slow minutes at work digitizing some negatives from my time in Europe in the late 90s, and I would love to share those pictures with you, because some of them are really fantastic. But I can't, because Yahoo are fucks. I'm just trying to renew my Flickr account, since no one wants to do that for my birthday (I suck at asking for stuff, anyway), so I can put up these wonderful photos I'm so excited about... But no, I am denied by an inexplicable error, and spooked by the Additional Terms & Conditions, which state, by the way, that if your credit card doesn't go through, Yahoo reserves the right to delete without recourse all of your Flickr content.
Yikes.
Assholes.
(If you simply don't pay, nothing gets deleted. But if you pay and your card gets declined, they can torch it all. Oh-kay. Given how fucking long I've spent uploading and captioning and tagging shit, getting it deleted would piss me off enormously. But not paying means no one can see it-- my Pennsic set was visible less than 2 hours after I finished uploading it.)
Grrrr. Boo, Yahoo. Boo.
In other news I am stuck in a not-sewing kind of situation. It's partly because the Pennsic stuff isn't put away, because my back is not sore but is stiff except when I try to bend and lift things, and then oh yes it hurts. So I am not bending or lifting. But it means my living room (which for the summer is my sewing room) is a fucking sty, and there's nothing I can do about it.
So there are no surfaces to work upon, and the horrid, awful, deplorable first step in sewing is cutting out the fabric. You know, I think that if I never had to cut out fabric, I would sew a lot more. Maybe I can hook up with somebody who hates sewing but loves cutting out fabric? That'd be pretty ideal, really. And I mean, I really hate cutting out fabric. Worst is laying it out, because I have no flat surfaces of any kind in this house. I mean, there's the desk, but... I dunno, it seems like that would be wrong, somehow. (Go figure. I have a flat surface I could actually get at, and am reluctant to use it because of... woo?)
I also need material. Believe it or not, I blew through almost all of my stash getting ready for Pennsic. I've got half-yards of this and that, but almost nothing big enough to make anything out of. I am perpetually short on white cotton muslin-type stuff.
But I am unreasonably excited about going to Threads of Time tomorrow before work and asking about sewing machines. In my head it's a wonderful little store with oodles of really really cool cheap fabric and trim and notions and just everything I've wished JoAnns would carry. In reality, it is probably all quilting stuff, crappy cotton prints at $15/yd. But a girl can dream.
Oh! Today I found out that they make camera bag inserts, so you can just put the padding of a camera bag into any old bag. I am going to have a period-correct-looking bag for future events, into which my camera shall stealthily slip. Oh yes. This is awesome. (I had been pondering how to make padding myself out of... foam? quilt batting? cardboard?) Yes yes yes, woot.
This post's scattered oddness brought to you by coffee mug chocolate cake, which I can tell you is greatly improved by using more cocoa and more sugar than the recipe calls for, and topping with chocolate chips. Z approves.
So I reversed the charges with my credit card company, citing fraud. I felt perfectly justified at the time, and have never really regretted my decision. Because really, Yahoo-- no 800 number? You can't refund someone's money ten minutes after they bought something misleadingly described? Yeah fuck you, you're pigs.
Imagine my dismay when Yahoo took over Flickr, which I loved.
Imagine my dismay now as I remember that, as I go to give them money. And the transaction can't be processed, for whatever reason. And oh Lord, I do NOT want to give Yahoo my money. Yes it was a decade ago, but they were shysters.
Anyway. I spent a few slow minutes at work digitizing some negatives from my time in Europe in the late 90s, and I would love to share those pictures with you, because some of them are really fantastic. But I can't, because Yahoo are fucks. I'm just trying to renew my Flickr account, since no one wants to do that for my birthday (I suck at asking for stuff, anyway), so I can put up these wonderful photos I'm so excited about... But no, I am denied by an inexplicable error, and spooked by the Additional Terms & Conditions, which state, by the way, that if your credit card doesn't go through, Yahoo reserves the right to delete without recourse all of your Flickr content.
Yikes.
Assholes.
(If you simply don't pay, nothing gets deleted. But if you pay and your card gets declined, they can torch it all. Oh-kay. Given how fucking long I've spent uploading and captioning and tagging shit, getting it deleted would piss me off enormously. But not paying means no one can see it-- my Pennsic set was visible less than 2 hours after I finished uploading it.)
Grrrr. Boo, Yahoo. Boo.
In other news I am stuck in a not-sewing kind of situation. It's partly because the Pennsic stuff isn't put away, because my back is not sore but is stiff except when I try to bend and lift things, and then oh yes it hurts. So I am not bending or lifting. But it means my living room (which for the summer is my sewing room) is a fucking sty, and there's nothing I can do about it.
So there are no surfaces to work upon, and the horrid, awful, deplorable first step in sewing is cutting out the fabric. You know, I think that if I never had to cut out fabric, I would sew a lot more. Maybe I can hook up with somebody who hates sewing but loves cutting out fabric? That'd be pretty ideal, really. And I mean, I really hate cutting out fabric. Worst is laying it out, because I have no flat surfaces of any kind in this house. I mean, there's the desk, but... I dunno, it seems like that would be wrong, somehow. (Go figure. I have a flat surface I could actually get at, and am reluctant to use it because of... woo?)
I also need material. Believe it or not, I blew through almost all of my stash getting ready for Pennsic. I've got half-yards of this and that, but almost nothing big enough to make anything out of. I am perpetually short on white cotton muslin-type stuff.
But I am unreasonably excited about going to Threads of Time tomorrow before work and asking about sewing machines. In my head it's a wonderful little store with oodles of really really cool cheap fabric and trim and notions and just everything I've wished JoAnns would carry. In reality, it is probably all quilting stuff, crappy cotton prints at $15/yd. But a girl can dream.
Oh! Today I found out that they make camera bag inserts, so you can just put the padding of a camera bag into any old bag. I am going to have a period-correct-looking bag for future events, into which my camera shall stealthily slip. Oh yes. This is awesome. (I had been pondering how to make padding myself out of... foam? quilt batting? cardboard?) Yes yes yes, woot.
This post's scattered oddness brought to you by coffee mug chocolate cake, which I can tell you is greatly improved by using more cocoa and more sugar than the recipe calls for, and topping with chocolate chips. Z approves.
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