Bad Research

The Dove Foundation or someone representing them called me at the end of writing group, wanting to do a survey. The survey was one question: do you agree or disagree with this statement? The statement:

a) Ratings are growing more lax;
b) Children's media is growing more "edgy";
c) I'm concerned that parents and grandparents cannot do anything about this but monitor the child's TV/media watching.


...what. the. fuck. I said that I did not understand the question. It was broken down for me again. I wanted to know if I was speaking with an IVR, because the person or thing sounded exactly like the Qwest IVR. I said it was bad research. I wanted to know what they meant by "family". I wanted to speak to a fucking human. I got hung up on. I'm going to call tomorrow and give them a piece of my professional mind.

Never mind that I do think that a lot of the programming is bad. I don't like the way they're conducting their research.

Three, six, nine, twelve, twenty-four.

Three months ago, I was looking at odd knitting projects, playing with a new digital camera, listening to a lot of music, writing vaporware, and posting a lot from my cellphone.

Six months ago, I had found some of the vital Lost Stuff from my move, showed my Space Geek roots, and was socializing with friends.

Nine months ago, I hung out with the Figment while his car broke down and visited random interesting websites.

Twelve months ago, I discovered I was not all that different than the way I was in high school, needed a better reliable local news source, and didn't drink the tapwater.

Twenty-four months ago, I decided that I need black-on-black pseudo-yin-yang earrings if I ever work with Oracle much, needed to write an essay on the Ivory Tower Princess & the Bardling, made an icon from the Bug Logbook photo, participated in the fandom_scruples wank by suggesting that someone give the poor thing a Paid Account (and therefore an e-mail address), made another icon, and IMed with Sis.

Day! Night! Chaos! Exhaustion! Work!

Didn't give plasma. Did help out in userdoc; there are things that take a lot of help with tagging. Tags show the last N entries, where N is any of the following:

100 (the new limit)
the last number of possible tagged entries before they changed it to 100
the last number of possible tagged entries plus all the new ones tagged since then
100 plus the last several posted but under the threshold number of entries that it'll take for the system to recognize it should pare down the "tagged entries with this tag" cache to the limit

With me, it was showing me 104 entries, then 113, then more, and more, as I kept tagging more, until finally 120, 121, and then 100 again. Weird stuff. It's fun testing shit. It really is. I like volunteering with LJ.

Freeway was bad traffic. Tried to bring trystan_laryssa along; she was at class. (Ooops.) RC liked the "Fictional Character" shirt. He planned to put same on some Sims, and put an "Actual Character" shirt on the sims of him and Trys. I suggested "Real Character", as in, "he's a Real Character". Groan, groan.

Writers group fun. We got kicked out to the couches upstairs; there was a mentoring meeting in our conference room. The "Alive" piece went over well. Wrote the "I am from..." thing; that still needs polishing.

Need to go back and fix up Harriet some more.

Same thing as every night, Pinky. This time our fabulous waiter was off-duty but had come back for more -- overstaffed, so they took a volunteer to go home, but home was boring as his buddies opted for a movie and he did not want that. So he sat with us. And there was chaos & confusion. He's a beauty school graduate; his new place is right by Fiat, it sounds like. He has devoted customers for life, I think.

Much with subtext.

I declined to donate hair for a Medicine thing. Not my connection, there. Just ... not. Other endeavors, other things ... but not a connection there that I am maintaining. Friendship sluts don't put out where they don't want to.

azwriter understood about the whole "It's not my best work" thing.

Came back home. Laundry. Getting shelves out of car. Dawn called.

Not answering any more "this week on LJ" comments tonight -- vacation. Is a thing, you know? Weekend. Just chilling here. Dishes are being done. I'm taking some time to be Loony. Just a little.

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Testing this client.

Work is fun. Monitoring.