A Note to Twitter

I discovered this morning that Amazon has a kindle blog publishing app, and this may temporarily circumvent my problems with my failed AdSense investment. I am not going to hyperlink to AdSense because Google directs me to my account. Ignorance is also disabling, as I do not know if Google Blogger cares about my reactionary disobedience, meaning I do not know if I am still an approved client, if Google's break with my first provider had anything to do with the content of those using LiveJournal who were in pain, or if I cannot restore my banners simply because I do not know how to reintegrate my AdSense account with my Google accounts. People would have legitimate reason to see Blogger close me down: I name names, and in today's world, that behavior is not considered free speech, though I am not the first writer who does it, (Joyce, Roth) and I will not be the last, and I have more to come! (Oh no, Harvard and the legal community brace themselves, egads!)

Tackling and restoring my ads is a longer term issue, but tonight I am going to enter the Dark Side of KDP, and we'll see if I come out on the other end, intact. I am open to suggestions as to how much you are willing to pay for me. Kevin Drum is more valuable than I because he can handle economic data. At best, I have only made preliminary incursions, in two years, in that direction, but I will get better at this as long as I remain stable. Am I worth more than a penny?

Chime in if you like, seriously, whether you are disabled or an ambulatory follower. I am as much concerned that I will undersell myself as I am that I over rate the usefulness of my efforts.

Parrot's Game

The elder of my patriarchal cousins who was going to take a look at my Ad Sense support dialogue, the one who told me Drexel's computer center was not a viable option this time around for my problems, he fell through a hole in the floor of a friend of his son's at a graduation party, and I am not sure how much I want to pay Geek Squad to advise and or come fix me up. Now that I could use that lavish Black Tie protection, I no longer have it, and I am not all that keen on taking Septa to Best Buy for a nearly four year old HP, or my newer but cheaper Toshiba that I have used but once, and my cousin said what I told you, "Why are you worried about Ad Sense given what you earned back?" But I invested in it as a motivating force. This is trivial given my cousin's accident. In conjunction with my last post, however, I am no longer a huge fan of peer support counseling where the trained peer repeats the concerns of the disabled individual back to them. Erik's mind may now have significantly limited capacity, but he remembers how to do this. "We all have highs and lows," he said, when I was talking to Monica, despite mutual antipathy, about my brother's slam dunk homeopathic diagnosis. I was actually more liberal once, and like the ACLU, dove in to the LGBT acceptance modality as readily as what you see on Breaking Pointe, which, despite art therapy, the disabled cannot enter into, but not anymore. My life has swirled too much around the undercurrents of the human freak show, and if I could get away with open hostility to Riverside's lady male, I would tell him to go scuttle into hospice and save the taxpayers of Pennsylvania some money, and yes, my antagonism toward Erik & partner is potentially crueler than this, but that is due to my utter and absolute disdain for "the Adapt action". If ADAPT demonstrations were wiped out I would applaud, because they are absolutely ineffective and do nothing to solve the problems with the single payer options in national insurance programs like Medicare or VA benefits, regardless of how empowered they make paraplegics and quads feel.

Paper Moon

It is a contradiction in terms, to complain about LiveJournal, and yet continue to post the deplorable sentiments on the darker side of difference, but this is due to the fact that I am utterly ignorant about handling Google's applications to fully move over to Blogger. I know it is simply a matter of transferring code, but I do not understand how to do it. No mind here for computer science, but I will soon have to clear my slate for three or four days, and resolve these issues, including cleaning up and/or reformatting my laptop, as I have lost my ads so the sympathetic among you can pitch me pennies, and there is absolutely no reason to stay if something is wrong with the Ad Sense application.

Mind, I do not have any intense feelings about LJ--I just have not found any writers here who click, who are on my same wave length, or even smarter. Other than certain communities, most other member journalists don't engage me as a reader, although I am obviously supportive of the disabled community that exists, but they cannot help me, insofar as I know, and I cannot help them. Not really, not anymore. I am tapped out, first and foremost, in part, sinking, though I do try to resist indulging the fact that I am in pain, at least directly, and political ideology does not seem to have any solutions for me. I disagree with the ACLU, for instance, on certain key points, like gender equality, and their protection of the far left, specifics of which will be left for another day, but vainly hope to deploy them, simply due to the fact that I am too poor to relocate myself out of Riverside on my own accord.

I scanned Yahoo Trending about the suicide of Robert Kennedy Jr's ex-wife, and I have more reasons in the field than Spalding, or David, and Mary too, to consider early termination, but I am too angry to imagine those who know me saying "how sad," and a certain defiance, as well as a co-mingling of lethargy, and my still mewing desire to salvage some kind of achievement, this has held me back, but by the same token, I need to bring some kind of change to the fore, because my strength is not superhuman.

Ryan O'Neal discussed Tatum's antipathy to his relationship with Farrah , and I see this as something quite normal in relation to father daughter dynamics in a broken home. With a name made actor like O'Neal these typical bourgeoisie issues are somewhat inflated by Tinseltown glitter. My relationship with my father's other women, especially my stepmother, was fraught with conflict when not absolutely ice cold, and this is very middlebrow, pedestrian, not quite high enough for A-list scandal status, such as swirled around Tiger Woods, and the dent that his marital splintering had on the fact that others depend on his image for their livelihood.