The Thing That Ate Livejournal
Aug. 6th, 2011 10:15 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogSo. It's been almost two weeks since The Great Silence, a little over a week since it's been mostly fixed. Varnish errors are down, comments are slow but generally appearing, and Good Gods and Rasputins, the comment spam is back.
But it's changed.
Over those several days, some of my dearest friends jumped onto other lifeboat platforms and have mostly stayed there. My dearest of dear friends just found more to do with her own life, and jewelry, and has cut way down on posting.
Two years ago, I'd wake up on a typical morning to close to 20 actual posts from actual LJ users. Before this last DDo-bacle, other social networks had cut that down to maybe a dozen. Now? I'm lucky to find three or four.
At least one I know is afraid to come back; whether it's out of a once-bitten-twice-shy sense, or just not wanting to see how sadly it's all degenerated, I'm not sure. Until last week, with the exception of my two 1,000-plus-mile weekend trips from June and July, in 2011 I'd posted something public every. Freakin'. DAY. Now, it hardly seems even worthy as a goal- and on days like yesterday, which were uneventful but in a dull, humid foreboding kinda way? I didn't even feel the need to try.
Yet most days, I plod along- even if I initially post more of the plodding someplace else and then immediately cross-post it. If it weren't for the good lives and better hearts of the people behind those usernames, I wouldn't have taken either of those weekend trips, one of which was merely fun but the other one of which was for a worthy cause. I wouldn't have known of that cause, or any of the other people involved in it, if it hadn't been for this journal and its offshoot. And I wouldn't have known to try to use my lawyer-referring services, or to successfully offer my editing services, both for an immensely good cause, if several of you hadn't boosted that signal to and through me. From that, I've had a potentially life-changing experience for me and met yet another never-met Friend.
The irony in the whole business is that a DDoS attack- which works by simulating an overpopulation of users to a server- has resulted in such an underpopulating of those very servers in its wake. It has done the impossible in that it's taken a malaprop by Yogi Berra and actually made it make sense: Nobody goes there anymore. It's too crowded.
Fuck the Kremlin. Say something.
But it's changed.
Over those several days, some of my dearest friends jumped onto other lifeboat platforms and have mostly stayed there. My dearest of dear friends just found more to do with her own life, and jewelry, and has cut way down on posting.
Two years ago, I'd wake up on a typical morning to close to 20 actual posts from actual LJ users. Before this last DDo-bacle, other social networks had cut that down to maybe a dozen. Now? I'm lucky to find three or four.
At least one I know is afraid to come back; whether it's out of a once-bitten-twice-shy sense, or just not wanting to see how sadly it's all degenerated, I'm not sure. Until last week, with the exception of my two 1,000-plus-mile weekend trips from June and July, in 2011 I'd posted something public every. Freakin'. DAY. Now, it hardly seems even worthy as a goal- and on days like yesterday, which were uneventful but in a dull, humid foreboding kinda way? I didn't even feel the need to try.
Yet most days, I plod along- even if I initially post more of the plodding someplace else and then immediately cross-post it. If it weren't for the good lives and better hearts of the people behind those usernames, I wouldn't have taken either of those weekend trips, one of which was merely fun but the other one of which was for a worthy cause. I wouldn't have known of that cause, or any of the other people involved in it, if it hadn't been for this journal and its offshoot. And I wouldn't have known to try to use my lawyer-referring services, or to successfully offer my editing services, both for an immensely good cause, if several of you hadn't boosted that signal to and through me. From that, I've had a potentially life-changing experience for me and met yet another never-met Friend.
The irony in the whole business is that a DDoS attack- which works by simulating an overpopulation of users to a server- has resulted in such an underpopulating of those very servers in its wake. It has done the impossible in that it's taken a malaprop by Yogi Berra and actually made it make sense: Nobody goes there anymore. It's too crowded.
Fuck the Kremlin. Say something.