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  • Wed, 16:47: Today @rahaeli is talking Hard Problems in Terms of Service Enforcement. This should be good! #osb16
  • Wed, 16:48: At the height, LJ had 5 million active users; this took 10 full time staff. @rahaeli #osb16
  • Wed, 16:49: Terms of Service enforcement deals with a lot of legal stuff; talk to your lawyer if you're starting a platform. @rahaeli #osb16
  • Wed, 16:51: Miller vs. California (US) is important b/c people will say your users' content is obscene; you should know what it means. @rahaeli #OSB16
  • Wed, 16:53: ToS has two use cases: covering your ass, or users hoping you can whack someone for them. @rahaeli #OSB16
  • Wed, 16:55: All ToS have "Don't Do That" clauses. @rahaeli #OSB16
  • Wed, 16:57: You have to enforce your ToS. Users will compare notes. Be consistent (though there will always be weird cases). @rahaeli #OSB16
  • Wed, 16:58: Doing ToS enforcement will screw with your empathy; you lose touch with what upsets normal people. @rahaeli #OSB16
  • Wed, 16:59: There are some super clear cut things. Those are clearly actionable, like child abuse, credible threats of harm. @rahaeli #OSB16
  • Wed, 17:04: A lot of problems are not clear: harm reduction for eating disorders and self harm can touch language that might violate. @rahaeli #osb16
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In which [personal profile] sgsabbage, [personal profile] kareila, and [personal profile] alierak discuss time. And, inevitably, time zones.

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Feeling not quite as terrible but still under the weather. (poor thermoregulation, poor appetite, some pain)
Not allowed to attempt to pick up strange men at conferences.
Not socially acceptable to inquire about polyamory (see above).
I got into the Lem section at Powell's. Oops.
Still need to unpack car.
Still need to do laundry.
Moderators comparing notes and a strong bunch of them having the same problem with the same person is important.
Slack has pros and cons.
I pointed someone to Crystal Singer at the bookstore.
azurelunatic: Warning: participating in #dw may result in blacking out and discovering yourself as head of a project team. (#dw warning: department head)
Today I gave my Community Moderation: you can't always halt a flamewar with one raised eyebrow (but it rarely hurts to try) talk.

I have already identified things that I might do differently next time, but I think it went OK overall and I had a great chat with someone who is currently looking at the fact that one of her communities hasn't got any rules and right now it's an intentional community who all have the same general goals but if Things Happen they wouldn't know where to start.

I always recommend starting with rules or at least general concrete principles that you'd like the community to embody, for the record.

I had fun and I hope everyone else did too, and I sadly ran long enough that there wasn't much time for Q&A. My favorite under-discussed tool is hellbanning.
azurelunatic: Warning: participating in #dw may result in blacking out and discovering yourself as head of a project team. (#dw warning: department head)
Imagine a cookbook. A cookbook isn't necessarily the best metaphor to use here, because of US copyright law regarding recipes, but then there are some similar US rulings that apply to computer programs' front ends as well. (Since I'm in the US, those are the laws I'm most familiar with.)

The cookbook might be published, with pictures and extensive written instructions on how to assemble the dishes. Anyone who wants to use the cookbook would have to buy a copy, or borrow a copy from someone who had bought it, or perhaps obtain it illegally.

The cookbook might be posted online by the creators, free to read for anyone who had internet to get to it, and free to use for basically whatever. (Though the creators might take a dim view, and a legally supported dim view, of someone else lifting not only the ingredients list, but also the pictures and the writeup, and claiming that they, and not the originators, created all that.)

The cookbook might not be available anywhere outside the creator's kitchen, not for pay and certainly not for free. Those are family recipes! How dare you! Or perhaps it's just something that the creator whipped together -- for fun, or because it needed to happen and they couldn't find it anywhere else -- and hasn't bothered to publish or put up online because it's all just so much bother.

Imagine a place that serves soup and sandwiches. Soup and sandwiches, created on an industrial scale and not just for the family at home, takes some sort of recipe. Recipes which can be found in a cookbook.

It could be a soup kitchen, serving food to whoever comes along hungry and in need.

It could be a restaurant, serving food to whoever comes along with the required amount of cash.

It could be the soup equivalent of Rupert Grint's ice cream truck -- serving food for free to whoever happens to be around because it pleases the establishment to make soup and sandwiches.

Obviously all these establishments need some sort of a recipe. They may have even created cookbooks. But nothing says that the cash-required restaurant has to sell their cookbook for cash, or that the soup kitchen has to only use found-for-free-online recipes. Nothing says that the soup kitchen can't sell a cookbook to raise money. Nothing says that the cash-required restaurant can't release an ebook of their popular recipes for free in case you want to try your hand at them at home.

Just because a particular group uses and builds open source software says jack-all about whether they are a nonprofit. Just because a particular group is a nonprofit says jack-all about whether they use or create open source software.

If Dreamwidth were a food truck, it would use a few recipes which were freely available online, a few recipes which were painstakingly assembled after one of the new chefs blind-taste-tested stuff from another food truck (does the same general thing, but with that special dw-truck twist), and a whole lot of recipes that the chefs developed the hard way. The dw-truck's website would link to the recipes from elsewhere (other open source software), and have an ebook with the rest of the recipes (dw-free). (dw-nonfree is like the fruity drink the chefs sip from time to time -- part of what makes the truck distinctive, but not required at home to make the same recipes.) The soup of the day is hearty and filling and served for free to whoever walks up and asks for a bowl. The bacon and/or truffle chowder, the really good stuff? For that, they charge. And that's what keeps it going. It pleases the establishment to make soup and sandwiches. And it is delicious.
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Yay, the team flatscreen was moved with basically no problems. I say basically. The moving crew was really sweet and left a note saying that they couldn't move the mac mini that went with the flatscreen because it was locked down. (This was a known factor.) So after lunch I wandered over to the old place, emailed helpdesk with the basic request, and popped into the local helpdesk office. Local helpdesk recognized me on sight, accepted my authority to request the move, and unlocked the cable for me.

I accidentally started a conversation about bee fellatio in #adventuresofstnono. One of our number discovered a wasp in a work bathroom. She flushed it. I mentioned that I'd accidentally blown a wasp at Purple the other day.

<@CatMonk> s/at.*//
<@AzureJaneL> that's what she said.
<@AzureJaneL> specifically, three of my friends started speculating about blowing bees
<@AzureJaneL> and that's when I went to wikipedia and learned way too much about bee reproduction

CatMonk took the opportunity to go on a wikidive, reporting various bee facts back to the channel every now and then. It was great.

In one of my less official functions as the maintainer of the team hummingbird feeder, I wound up with some maple drops (hard, rather than the soft maple sugar). I left one with everybody who was in on the team who sits in our wing.

There was an interruption in Dreamwidth service this morning. The root cause was a problem with the DNS; Dreamwidth has now switched DNS providers. There is more detail and explanation in dw_maintenance. And while I am used to describing Dreamwidth to my tech-y, non-internet-fandom friends as "a little open source project, social blogging, a code fork of the formerly open-source LiveJournal" -- the fact is that while the open source project (the codebase) side of Dreamwidth has had code gone live from 26 people in a July-to-July year span, there are some 55,000-odd active users of the Dreamwidth.org social blogging site currently. (Because it's a common misconception, open source is not the same as non-profit. Open source means that the computer code is visible and freely available. A non-profit organization has a specific legal meaning in the US; Dreamwidth Studios LLC is a for-profit company which happens to believe in reinvesting a lot of its profits back into the business and in support of the open source project, which is awesome.)

Hilariously, I tuned out for some of the evening A-Team call about one of the new procurement/travel/expense things while wrestling with the current procurement tool. Woe. Woe and shenanigans.

Mr. Zune asked if he could use one of my sawed-off pool noodles in context of some of the mildly inexplicable UI decisions of the new travel thing, so I popped upstairs for a bit. On my way, I noticed that helpdesk's door was open, so I popped in there, said hi to the guy who'd been off on another project for a while, and left some candy. It so happens that he particularly likes the peanut butter Lindor balls.

Stories which I have told to Mr. Zune include that time that O walloped F with the frickin' clue bat, that time when F didn't heed his oil change light, the time when I hid in F's closet from his parents, the time I changed the water pump in Mama's car. Also, F as compared to Purple, and why I sometimes think of them in the same metacategories. (And, surprising possibly nobody, I like Purple better, because having a good idea of how the world works and occasionally saying asshole things for the sake of humor is generally less harmful than having no idea how the world works and holding opinions which range from hurtful to harmful because we don't live in the ideal world.)

That dude dropped by Mr. Zune's office to summon him over to look at a thing when he had a minute. He complimented me on the reflector on my work badge. I explained the reflector treatment that my canes usually get, and cautioned the guy about the maniacs in the parking lot. The guy said that he knew of a particular maniac -- him! I alerted him about the big white van that cuts across the rows in a most unsettling and high speed way.

There was a notification of some more inexplicable than usual shenanigans.

Purple is not opposed to maple candy, but a little is enough because it's usually so very sweet. "This is good! Now if only there were a stack of pancakes to go under it..." That resulted in us discussing butter candy, and how you would make it. I pointed out that butterscotch is a thing which exists. Purple waved that off, and the eventual theoretical confection is composed of liquid clarified butter inside solid butter inside butterfinger inside butterscotch. (There was a discussion about the nature of Werther's, in which I exasperatedly laid out the Venn Diagram wherein butterscotch contains Werther's.)

After various discussion of food cravings, I got pho for dinner. It was delicious.

There's a new Seanan book which I must get my hands on. Perhaps this weekend.

I am attempting to reclaim my bachelor pad from the depths of Foul Bachelorette Frog territory. There's some visible progress. Latest has involved some lingerie bags, which should help both with the issue where underwear gets strewn about the bathroom until laundry day, and the issue where bras get twisted and snag on things, and elastic gets unraveled and ties up everything into a really hilarious knot that Noah would be proud of.
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Before Dreamwidth had a website, it had a user group. Before Dreamwidth had a user group, it had a Diversity Statement. So [personal profile] misskat and I talked about parts of the process of watching the user group start from the concept of Hypothetical Journal and the Diversity Statement and the things we learned from that. It was great fun! I had stage fright, my computer kind of died a little, and I'm already planning the changes I'm going to make to the talk based on what I learned from giving it.

I was surprised by one thing I learned at Open Source Bridge. The open source world, or at least the bits of it attending Open Source Bridge, has a lot of people at a 101 level for community organization and culture. In addition to a world-class performance engineer ([staff profile] mark) and [personal profile] fu and [staff profile] karzilla and all the other lovely devs, Dreamwidth has people working on making the development community and other official areas pleasant and productive places to be.

Also, quotes databases aren't as well known as they might be, and #dreamwidth IRC's quotes database is one of the best (in my opinion, at least).

Other things I learned:

[personal profile] misskat and I got on famously in person. One surefire way to make your travel group laugh is to run slow-motion across the hotel restaurant lobby to embrace each other as violins play in the background. Or maybe it was dubstep. Nobody's quite sure.

Editing your presentation at the last minute is a time-honored conference hobby, but it helps if your laptop doesn't develop a weird probably-hardware problem which crashes Powerpoint five times in fifteen minutes.

Having at least one car at the conference makes a lot of things go more smoothly, including the spur of the moment laptop and soda run to Costco. (They didn't have diet coke with lime. In retrospect, maybe I should have found a bag of limes.)

Shortbread is more delicious when it's CAPTAIN AMERICA shortbread.

I need, NEED, a badge-maker of my own. As it is, my infamous hat may collapse from the number of buttons I'm going to put on it.

On [staff profile] denise and her wife, BPAL Hatta smells like spice and a comfortable leather jacket. On me? Doing the cinnamon challenge in Uncle Sketchy Galore's man-cave. Body chemistry, y0!

And last but certainly not least -- meeting up with Dreamwidth people in person is an amazing bonding experience, and I want to do it again. Next year in Portland! *raises a glass* and ... TO THE ROLEPLAYERS!
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One of the things I learned at Open Source Bridge was that the idea of having a private quotes database was a novel idea to many projects. Some people asked after the source for the one which Dreamwidth is using. [personal profile] sophie hasn't (yet?) put that up, but there are various open quotes database projects out there (note that I have not used any of these myself):

Open Source Quotes DataBase: http://sourceforge.net/projects/osqdb/ (et al)
miniqdb: https://code.google.com/p/miniqdb/ (uses .htaccess for authentication)
rash-qdb-fork: https://github.com/paxed/rash-qdb-fork (this seems to be the actively developed fork)
t3quotes: http://typo3.org/extensions/repository/view/t3quotes
QuoteBoat QDB: http://www.ohloh.net/p/quoteboatqdb
Chirpy!: http://chirpy.sourceforge.net/

If you're looking to get your project set up with a quotes database, check some of those out and see if they have what your project needs.
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Because if I don't post this now, I probably won't manage to.

14:53 2014-06-29

Congratulations to Shawn for arriving at 34 years of age alive and with a lovely family. (If I've missed some horrible announcement on Facebook, I'm going to feel really really bad.)

My dad called; he's proud of my presentation. He's also given Tay and her young man his blessing (whatever that means). (The "whatever that means" was part of the blessing, not my interpretation on it.)

Work conference:
Wednesday I already talked about.

Thursday: somewhat more subdued! I arrived at a still-early hour, because traffic. I was gratified to see that umbrellas had popped up like mushrooms over the patio, overnight. Breakfast was happily shaded.

I stepped out to keep an eye out for the arriving executive, who I described as a tall thinnish white guy with a pointy nose and a wheelie bag. There are at least two such, and that guy wasn't the one.

Then I was distracted by the state of the patio. As the earth rotates, the attitude of the sun in relation to the tables and umbrellas inevitably had changed. By the time the facilities dudes arrived, the events lady and I had wrestled three out of the original six umbrellas into the best new position. The facilities dudes took care of the remaining three, and brought a seventh.

After lunch, I went to the How To Talk To Product Teams breakout, which was a helpful airing of some of the process and communications grievances, and ideas for working on it.

The closing guests were from True&Co. Their talk was delightful, but their product made me openly weep, because I'm not in their size range and I really wish they served my bra size.

Chairwoman Sparkles closed the conference and then it was all over but the cleanup. Since we wish to be allowed to use the auditorium again, we found it prudent to pre-clean so the cleaning crew would not find it entirely trashed. Which we did.

I drove back around to our buildings, dropped some things off at my cube, and then poked my head in Purple's office. Purple kindly allowed me to meep and flail for a while. Apparently I did not sound quite as pathetic as I felt. Then, traffic having died down some, I conclude that I must have gone home.

Friday: not content to just curl up in my bed all day, I went to the Skype building to participate in some user research on an adjacent offering from Microsoft. I had many things to say, but I can't talk about them. The researcher knew my Overlady from earlier days. I offered to make the attempt to introduce the researcher to the team at work who is rolling out a product, for some more in-depth research, if they wind up working things out.

The researcher had to go back to reset the room for the next session, and I wandered outside, where the afternoon shift receptionist hailed me from where he was standing around on break. One brief and surreal conversation later, he had my email address and the dates I'd next be likely to be free for coffee or something (July 4th weekend).

Work was mostly trying to get stuff done so the rest could wait until I was back from osbridge.

Open Source Bridge was a thing which happened!

Saturday: Packing. Cleaning. Picking up my new glasses from Costco. Going to bed with a sick headache, possibly due to the new glasses.

Sunday: Cleaning mostly canceled on the grounds that [personal profile] kaberett had to go straight back to the UK rather than come to SF. Packing continued.

Monday: driving. Lots of driving.

Tuesday: first day, and terrified laptop problems. Costco run. Meet Bell.

Wednesday: all the slides, presenting, and fun!

Thursday: the other two talks from my group, and buttons, and dinner. I snagged some of Kat's calamari. It was good.

Friday: sleep, unconference, and dinner. I snagged some of Kat's calamari. It was good. Arranging the transfer from Guardian to Bell.

Saturday: leisurely departure, and ALL THE DRIVING. Followed by a nap.

Sunday: Having awoken from the nap, still driving! And then home. And sleep. And my dad called! And errands! And calling Darkside, and him calling back. :) On meeting a certain geek celebrity: "Have you seen [show], where [titular character] makes an appearance?" "Ego the size of a small spaceship?" "Maybe not a small one."

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Monday: catching up on things at work. Purple's officemate is clearly Spiders Georg, who works in a cave in Palo Alto. (This, because spiders, not officemate's fault ).) Gave Purple one of the two little plain purple buttons. He did not question why he was being given a purple button, because he knew.


Tracing route to www.livejournal.com []
over a maximum of 30 hops:

1 * General failure.
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2nd Thursday happened. Nothing caught on fire. I like it when things don't catch on fire. I sat down with the magic pen and the computer on Wednesday night and made another whack at seeing if I could get it to autotranscribe my handwriting.

Reader, it turns out that the magic pen talks to OneNote.
The magic pen has talked to OneNote since 2012.
Poor Purple got to hear most of the cursing. There was a lot of it.

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Enjoy using j/k to hit previous/next entries on your dashboard? Wish there was something like that for Dreamwidth?

For the low, low price of $0 + Chrome + Tampermonkey, you can beta test just this userscript!

Flamebyrd has put together a thing.
azurelunatic: "#dw (yes, we can)" and a clenched fist (#dw)
I'm unsure whether the collection of #dreamwidth IRC channels is a karass or granfalloon, but the wampeter is definitely Dreamwidth.


(Related: my chat the other night with lb, who invited me back to his place, for values of "his place" involving an IRC channel he founded aaaaaaages ago, where there is no topic and the channel name has essentially fuckall to do with the current use. I feel very accepted: it doesn't seem like this is a thing he does for everyone.)
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So it turns out that I do know "Do You Hear The People Sing" well enough to sing along with the chorus, thanks to Summer Fine Arts Camp and my general time spent around various musical theatre types. (And I have a difficult time not singing along to "I Dreamed a Dream" because while I was not in the actual musicals, I spent the better part of my youth in various choirs.) I discovered this on the phone with [personal profile] zarhooie the other night, where by "the other night" I am pretty sure it was around the end of April, because hilarity directly began to ensue.

And then the bottom fell out of my schedule because conference and also conference.

But the conference is now over.

Do you hear the bloggers sing
Singing a song of angry fen
Heave-ho, hoist up the colors
We'll not be struck-through again
When the posting of your gif
Reveals they all reload as one
There is a site about to start
When tomorrow comes!

(Musical note: you either have to sing "heave" on two notes or skip a note to make it work, and go fast-and-light on "we'll not" and really hammer "be" to make it scan right.)
azurelunatic: A whole pomegranate and a broken pomegranate on top of scattered seeds. caption: I planted a seed.  (seed account)
Time zones? What are time zones?

So four years ago today, give or take whichever end of the day we're talking about, I was sitting on this very internet (if not this very computer), excited, thrilled, terrified, and amazingly restless, waiting for the Open Beta to commence.

We ordered pizza for the Faultless Pajama Foundry apartment where Dreamwidth's owners and spice were huddled, waiting to make sure everything went off without a hitch.

There were some bobbles. Mark oopsed the website at least once. There was a problem with the shop and there was another seed account sale for people who didn't get a chance the first time around.

It was incredible.

Like [personal profile] zarhooie said, we probably wouldn't want to go through all that again, but oh my god. It was amazing. I have met so many excellent people, including and especially [personal profile] zarhooie -- I gave her my phone number so she could call to keep company and keep safe on the road when she was headed somewhere or other, and then suddenly we were inseparable. I was thinking "Who is this Kat person and how come she is always on my phone?" and then we were braintwins. I wouldn't trade her. ♥

Here's to another four and beyond.
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(Also on Things Real Dreamwidth Programmers Do.)

I filed a bug at work today. This is how that went:

First, I noticed a little glitch with the Move Message dialog, which had been bugging me subconsciously for weeks, and just then floated to the top. I thought maybe I should file a help ticket, but thought that I'd filed enough help tickets for a while and this was minor, so I might as well save them the trouble and look for duplicates first.

So I went to that product's bug tracker and searched for the most obvious keyword, which had 400 results. So I added the next most obvious keyword, which narrowed it down to about 90. Then I went down the list and started opening things in tabs, including two that by their titles looked like they might be duplicates of each other, but were entirely unrelated to what I was complaining about.

After that, I read through the tabs I'd just opened, and found nothing that looked like the bug I was encountering. Then I looked at the two that might have been duplicates of each other, and found that they were in fact nothing at all alike except in the title. Then I looked at some of the other bugs that could have been duplicates of those, but those weren't very interesting.

Reading through all those bugs had given me another couple useful keywords to try, so I tried that and got only about 10. Those were really quick to read through, so I did. And I closed the last tab from the bug tracker.

Then I closed the help page, because I couldn't remember why I'd opened it, and obviously it was not for any good reason if I couldn't remember.

Then I went back to my email and noticed that for some reason I'd stopped in the middle of moving a message. "Huh, that's weird," I thought.

I looked briefly at the message to figure out where I wanted to move it. I looked at the dialog, which had been recently changed to retain the last folder that I'd moved something to, in case I was doing it a lot. I noticed that I couldn't see the highlight, and couldn't remember what it was. "That's obnoxious, I should file a bug," I said; "I can never remember anything like that longer than 30 seconds."

I opened up a tab for a helpdesk ticket, and then realized what I'd just done.

Yesterday I'd described my workflows to a dev as "Imagine severe ADHD, and people banging pots and pans in the background", and I stand by that description.
azurelunatic: Warning: participating in #dw may result in blacking out and discovering yourself as head of a project team. (#dw warning: department head)
Once upon a time, when Dreamwidth was still new and Dreamhacks were just the best thing since sliced bread and even more new than Dreamwidth itself, a developer* came unto the Dreamwidth IRC channel. Now, most new developers who came to the channel had similar plans of development to each other, and wanted to get started writing patches as fast as possible, so I am afraid that the denizens of the channel had started to become sloppy and make too many assumptions about the plans of all new developers, because most were so much the same.

"Can anyone help me install a local version of the Dreamwidth code onto my server?" the developer asked.

"Hail!" the IRC channel greeted.

"A new developer! Hooray! You don't have to install the code on your local server," one channel denizen, a great and honored developer with many bugs to their name, said. "We have Dreamhacks, and this is how you apply for them!"

"Thank you," the developer said, and went away. For that was not the question the developer had been asking, but the channel members were so nice and helpful.

Presently the developer came unto IRC again. "Can anyone help me install a local version of the Dreamwidth code onto my server?" the developer asked again.

"We're so glad you want to help out!" another channel denizen said (having not been there the first time, or perhaps having been away from the keyboard). This denizen was only a middling developer, but showed great promise and had already vanquished some bugs. "Installing the Dreamwidth codebase is very hard, and is very frustrating for a new developer. Here is where you can apply for a Dreamhack."

"Thank you, but --" the developer said, and then went away again. This was still not the question the developer had been asking, although the channel denizen was right: installing the code was very hard.

And a third time, the developer came unto IRC. "Can anyone help me install a local version of the Dreamwidth code onto my server?" the developer asked, greatly weary and sad.

"I don't know much about that process," a third channel denizen said. This denizen was one of the least among the developers, but had been watching the first two times the new developer came in and asked. "I saw that you were offered a Dreamhack twice before, but that was not your question."

"No, I don't want a Dreamhack," the developer said, relieved that at last someone seemed to be answering the actual question. "I was not sure how to ask, and everyone was trying to be so helpful. I am on a quest for enlightenment, and I would like the experience of installing it all for myself."

"I hope you may find the enlightenment you are looking for," said the third denizen. "I do not think I can help you myself, but if you encounter trouble, try the wiki, for it is always there, though it does not have much yet." And the third denizen named some pages.

"If you encounter trouble that the wiki cannot handle, try asking my first sister." And the third denizen named a system administrator of middling wisdom and middling availability.

"And if you encounter trouble that my first sister cannot handle, try asking my second sister. But beware, you may have to wait a long time." And the third denizen named a system administrator of great wisdom but small availability.

"Thank you!" the developer said with joy. "I had almost given up, for I feared no one would answer my question. I will try the wiki first."

And in later times, many stories were told of the brave feats of installation that the developer mastered, and then documented for developers yet to come.

* This is a fairytale based on an actual incident. I'm leaving the developer here anonymous; this developer can of course step up and say "Hi, that was me!" but I'd like to leave them the option of doing so, rather than giving them potentially unwanted attention. back
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I can't remember who it was who wanted this, but changelog advises that code is checked in to whitelist some of the goodreads widgets. The JavaScriptier ones are likely to remain not fully working, however.

There's a code push planned for early next week, after which that will likely go live.


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