On that password protected post…

So my son, who has been obsessed with scarecrows lately, just spent a while outside playing his “stand by the tree and pretend to kick hats” game.  Only this time he did it with the straw hat we’re using as part of his Halloween costume on.

I thought it was cute.  I took a picture of it.  And then, after making sure that certain identifying details like my house number weren’t exposed in the picture, and after thinking about it a bit, I posted it on the blog.

There aren’t that many pictures of my son on here.  There are a couple of posts specifically dedicated to parenting that include pictures, but in general I try to err on the side of not posting pictures of him here unless I have a reasonably good reason.  I felt like this picture was cute and funny enough that it was worth it.

And then, an hour or so later, I got a Twitter notification that an online newspaper website was sharing some of my content.  “Oh, cool!” I thought, going to look, wondering which of my recent posts they were sharing and sort of hoping it was the series on school clothes.

It was the picture of my son that I’d shared.

It was listed under “Adult.”

Now, I’m willing to believe that the category was a mistake of some sort, or even possibly auto-generated based on some sort of ‘bot trolling the site– I do use an awful lot of profanity around here, right?  But it was a picture of a three-year-old in a silly hat standing next to a scarecrow.  And I understand how the Internet works, too, and how once you put something out there what people do with it isn’t really up to you.  Hell, once I tag this post it will probably auto-populate something with a picture of him in the links at the bottom of the page.  And in some way I actually sort of appreciate whoever it was that shared the picture– these sites don’t pull their content out of nowhere; someone had to submit the picture for inclusion, and then an editor thought it was cute or funny or something and slotted it in.  And I appreciate both of those things.

But still.  No thanks.  Even without the “Adult” issue, there are nearly nine hundred damn posts on this blog– I think #900 will come tomorrow, and this may well be it if I’m wrong– and I think I’d prefer it if any posts that get shared out off of my own little corner of the internet not be pictures of my kid.

The password is my real name, by the way.  No caps, shortened form, no spaces.

This may be another idiot parent moment; I dunno.  But nonetheless:

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Your Friday blogwank

So apparently one of the ways to get long-term attention paid to a post is to write an incredibly negative review of a critically-acclaimed, yet irredeemably terrible movie.  There’s been a weird resurgence of interest in the SNOWPIERCER review over the last couple of weeks that I find vaguely fascinating, especially since my referrer logs don’t seem to think it’s all coming from one place, and if it keeps up the post will have more views in October than it did the month it actually came out.  Have a look:

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In which I am ambivalent

Deep_frying_chicken_upper_wingI had fried for dinner.  It doesn’t even matter what the hell was fried; the point is it was fried.

And now, half an hour later, in full accordance with prophecy, I’m contemplating vegetarianism again.  I’ve done a veggie week or two at a couple of points, and every so often I catch myself toying with the idea of trying it on a  more long-term basis.  The problem is that I like meat, and that– and I recognize that the answer to this is “cook at home more”– acquiring lunch near where I work that does not include meat is virtually impossible.  But you know what plant-based meals have never done to me?  Made me feel horrifying and gross and I’m going to die soon and like it, and my fourteen pounds of fried that I just ate are doing just that.

Ugh.  I’ve ben fatter and I’ve been thinner at various points in my life, especially over the last eight years or so where I’ve gone through at least two complete cycles of it, but right now I’m at the fatter end of the scale.  Time to start slimming down again one way or another because I am sick of this shit right now and the older I get the harder it’s going to be to reverse this on even a temporary couple-of-years level.

But goddammit, meat tastes good.  Fried tastes good.

Until the part where it makes you want to throw up.

Ecch.


 

In other news, I appear to have survived two days of Running the Building, and tomorrow is a teacher record day and there will be no kids around.  I’m only expecting to be at work for a half day but it’s possible that my boss will disabuse me of that notion later this evening.  I rather hope that he sensibly declares that he doesn’t care so long as Shit Gets Done, which is his usual MO, because I sort of have people coming over tomorrow to put in a new garage door opener.  I probably ought to actually be in the house for that.

Yesterday was startlingly easy, if tiring.  We paid for it today.  It’s not quite worth two-hours-of-ranting-and-six-thousand-words paying for it, but it was bad enough.  I’m tired as hell right now.  Time to watch TV and kill orcs.

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My new favorite thing

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This lives on my desk now.

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