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The big man’s fan site

EDIT: It’s back up!

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Okay, so you longtimers who have followed the fan site I do about Rory McCann may have been wondering where the hell it went. I specify longtimers because a lot of you will be aware of this site here, so possibly you will pop in for an update. I wanted to let you know I just renewed the domain name, and it’s only been a day since it expired so the site files should still exist. I’m basically waiting for it to propagate properly now, and then it should come back online.

I have no excuse, really. I knew it was expiring, I got the notices (though weirdly, I am not sure the host emailed me WHEN it expired), and I just… put it off. My bad. Mea maxima culpa. It is not that I didn’t have the money. My current living situation has meant that I always have money anymore, because I don’t have to spend it all. I’m just a fucking flake.

(Sorry, Rory!)

(Not that he probably cares.)

So anyway, that’s what happened. I didn’t give up or anything. It’s still there. Promise.

And while we’re on the subject, I have to brag a little. I’ve now been at Current Job for eight months and some change. That’s the longest I’ve been employed by someone (I did Uber Eats for longer, but that’s a 1099 contractor) since I came back to the working world in 2021. It’s minimum wage, and even California’s minimum wage is not enough to live on independently — in California or anywhere else — especially if it isn’t full-time, and this isn’t. But my living situation has made it doable for a time. Plus it has meant I have a steady daily routine, which has been good for me on other levels.

I would, however, like to request good thoughts, good energy, prayers, or similar for tomorrow, because I have a job interview in southern Oregon near my brother. If this goes well it’ll be good for at least a one-dollar raise per hour plus going to full time and I’d actually probably have health benefits. And I’d be very near my brother and niece. All good things. My time here has been very interesting, and if I can end it on a good enough note I will probably come back and visit, but my lil bro needs me at this point in our lives and I was getting antsy anyway. There’s being willing to help people and there’s being a martyr. I fear I have been leaning too far in the latter direction. I need to quit doing that.

Meanwhile, I still intend to improve that fan site quite a lot. Intentions don’t count for shit if you don’t act on them, but it’s something I want to do. If I didn’t, I would have just let the site die. Nothin’ doin’. Still adore the big man. Watch that space.

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Hi, Texas!

Whatever I am, I’m at least not a mentally disabled asshole like you. 😆

[edit] From now on, phone numbers from harassing text messages will be published here.

Maybe you’ll hear from other r***rds like yourself.

Maybe you’ll be the one harassed.

I’ll have blocked you by then, so IDGAF either way.

You like it? Me too. Go outside and touch grass

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Slight change to social media page

I don’t know why I am bothering, but there’s a section on my social media page (see menu) where I address prospective/actual employers who like to google their new employees for the purposes of thoughtcrime policing (doubleplusungood!) or what the fuck ever. I realized there was an important point I had left out: it’s paragraph two in that section. (If you need telt, it’s the first section.) Amazes me how hypersensitive some employers are about social-media shenanigans in employees who wear badges with only their first name on them and who therefore are highly unlikely to be googled by Random Customer. Well, we all know that’s not really what it is. It’s just an excuse. I know a strong desire for conformity is endemic in social animals, and Homo sapiens sapiens is definitely such a critter. But we’ve really warped it out of any practical or positive use whatsoever. I mean, wanting a woman dead for knowing what a woman is. That’s what it is. You can pretty it up all you like in social-injustice language and at the end of the day you’re still a fucking murderer.

(Think about it. If a woman can’t get a job and doesn’t have a man because knowing what a woman is gets her branded a “bigot,” that means no money, which means no food and no shelter. What happens when a human being goes without food and is exposed to the elements for long enough? Right. Just because the death doesn’t immediately happen doesn’t mean you aren’t responsible if your choices pushed her into that situation. You might not have all the blame, but you do own a lot of it. Wanna tell me again about how “terfs want trans women [sic] dead”? The accusation is always a confession with these sorts. I want you to stop pretending to be something you’re not. You want me to starve and to go into heat stroke or hypothermia, if I’m not outright murdered by some homeless-hating lunatic. HUGE difference.)

“Dana, aren’t you being just a bit unhinged and dramatic?”

Live it and then tell me that again. Oh wait, you won’t. Yeah, if I could have lived with myself, I’d have been a spineless ass-kisser too. It’s so much easier.

But maybe I’m being a little dramatic. The reason I allow for you not owning all the blame is that in a lot of ways I’m my own worst enemy. I am reasonably certain I have both autism and ADHD, and the latter particularly is giving me fits. So I am at war with myself and desperately trying to win, because I could work for myself. Am laying the groundwork for that to happen, in fact; it’s just taken me too long to get going because I keep getting caught in Ooh Shiny hell. I’d be in good shape right now otherwise. I get it. I own that.

But obviously, having a job would be faster in terms of obtaining adequate necessary resources. So that’s what’s got me frustrated. In the end I think I’d be happier being my own boss because — see what I said about possible autism — I am exhausted trying to figure people out, and I am fed the fuck up with being excessively punished for trivial cases of not quite seeing eye-to-eye. Certainly, misogyny figures into it somewhere too; I see men applauded for much worse behavior than I’ve ever been guilty of. So not having my whole life enslaved to the whims of one person or a handful of people who don’t even like me much but need the help would be really nice. When you are your own boss, you’re really the employee of lots and lots of people rather than one company or a handful of managers and supervisors. So if a few of them decide you’re an asshole and drop away, it doesn’t hurt as much. You can carry on with whatever income-generating activity you’re performing, tweaking elements as necessary. It is a lot of work, but it’s also a lot of freedom.

But it’s getting there that’s the trouble. So yeah, I’m going to be really frustrated when I get ghosted or rejected. Anyone who can’t understand that was never going to be in my corner in the first place. And at this stage of my life, I have no patience left for fake people. Like, why would you even waste your time in proximity with people you can’t stand in the first place? That’s pathetic. The time you have allotted for your lifespan is precious. Go do something that actually won’t make you look like a gigantic asshole.

This was supposed to be a brief update and wound up being a soapbox. Well, that’s just me, I guess. Not likely to change anytime soon. ‘Later.

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Recent updates

Brief note: I’ve been tweaking content because some of this hasn’t been updated for a while. Still got work to do in that area but I like how it’s shaping up so far. Also fixed some things with the layout so that, if you’re here in the blog section, you don’t see some elements occurring twice. I prefer looking at websites from my laptop, but I know a lot of you are on phones, so I have to keep the phone layout in mind too. (When in doubt, I cue it up on my own phone to see how it looks.)

Also wanted to direct your attention to the new page in the menu. My father sent some money but it’s not going to last long, so I’m leaving that up til the crisis passes, or I move out of my current situation, or both.

Stress and I don’t mix well. I wind up more scatterbrained, which just makes the situation worse. I need to get back to work on my own personal infrastructure to maybe improve matters, but I wanted to peek in and let y’all know some of what’s going on.

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I did a thing on Facebook

So, apparently, the “danaseilhan” username on Facebook has FINALLY been freed up after fucking years.

So, here I am for my new public page. The old one was getting zero engagement anyway. This one probably will too, but at least now it’s pretty straightforward. If you aren’t friended on my personal profile, the page is much less gatekept. Feel free to throw me a like. Or not.

I have also corrected the URL in my widgets. The link goes where it is supposed to go. The old one is deleted, so there’s nothing to find there; it’s not completely gone, but it will be shortly.

Also, I updated the social media page here. I like it a lot better now. Still salty, but gets to the point better.

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The incredible disappearing bookmarks page

For a long time, I have been following All Day I Dream About Food on Facebook. Suddenly, recently (maybe in the past month? not more than two months?), Carolyn blocked me. She had posted a recipe with Cajun sausage in it and I had commented on where to look for real Cajun sausage. I am not sure if that offended her or if she looked at my profile and decided I was a horrible person (I make no bones about finding the concept of “gender identity” to be complete bullshit and Carolyn’s Canadian, and we gender-criticals call that country “Tranada” for good reason), but it was weird either way because I had followed her for literal years and we’d always been friendly. I’ll never figure it out, I’m sure.

All I know is that when she blocked me from her page, it broke a whole lot of links in my Saved Links section on my Facebook. And then I couldn’t remove them, either. I would have had to delete the whole category, and I had a whole lot of other links in that category.

So my weirdo Internet OCD kicked in and I thought, Nope, fuck this, I want a bookmark section where I don’t have like a third of my stuff blocked by an idiot. Sorry Carolyn, but it was really stupid of you. Anyway, and although moderation on Facebook has gotten a good bit less insane since they got scared of Trump*, the risk that I will someday lose my account is never zero. The possibility that I might start over with a new account someday is also never zero. So if I’m going to continue to save links, I need to do it somewhere else. delicio.us is gone. A whole lot of other stuff is gone. A website I found that allegedly stores and organizes bookmarks ate several of my links without preamble. Surely there is a plugin that would do the job on WordPress.

Okay… not really. I found one, but… it sucks. So if you noticed I had a bookmarks page and that it was weird, that’s what that was. I was trying out the plugin and it failed me.

I did hit upon a solution, though, at least temporarily. And that is here. Have fun.

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*I hate Donald Trump, but when you are facing serious bullies and the only thing that scares them is a bigger bully, you celebrate whatever win you can get.

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Phone stuff

How to contact me by phone:

1. The number in the footer on this website is a Google Voice number. I think you can call it like a normal phone, but I’ve never used the app for a voice call, so I can’t promise I’ll be able to pick up timely. Or, I might be busy. It does happen.

2. Therefore, your best bet is to text me on that number.

3. If you have never texted me, or if you have not texted me since summer 2024, tell me who you are in your first text.

4. If you claim to be someone I know, be prepared to prove it. I think a few of you have changed phone numbers since 2021.

5. Be prepared to be ignored*, blocked, and deleted if you can’t follow simple instructions. Or if you’re a dick.

Additional note: I am in the Pacific time zone of the United States (GMT -7 in summer; GMT -8 in winter). Plan accordingly.

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*Be prepared to have your phone number published here for whoever to do whatever they want with. Then blocked. Then deleted.

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New page: social media

I have this personality quirk where I feel the need to announce my boundaries publicly, loudly, often, and in great detail. It’s annoying and pointless because one, it makes me look too defensive and two, it gives abusive people a road map for getting under my skin. Over the years as I’ve either matured or gotten mentally rusty (still not sure which), I’ve damped down this tendency a lot but it still comes out to play sometimes.

So, look in the site menu. New page. Right now I link to it from my profile photo description and cover photo description on Facebook, but I anticipate gradually replacing my homepage link with it in all my social-media profiles. I’ve had a few weird confrontations on Facebook in the past couple months and I’m kind of tired of it. Like, most of my recent stuff is public. My comments elsewhere are definitely highly visible. You seriously are going to come into MY online space and be surprised that I’m no different with you? People have been doing that to me for literal decades. It got old halfway through the first one.

Not all of my social-media profiles are in the little social-icon cluster there in the sidebar (at the bottom of the site in other site sections), so at some point I may edit the “ground rules” down to something more readable and less ranty and then add a list of whatever’s not represented in the icons. May. As I do periodically, at this point I’m re-evaluating why the fuck I’m on social media in the first place. I ought to at least nope out of whatever I don’t regularly use, just because it’s a security risk.

But we’ll see. Me being the poster woman for ADHD and all.

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Phone number: in case this is applicable

So, I have a phone number down in the info at the bottom of this website’s layout. It is a Google Voice number, meaning it does not ring my phone, though I do get notifications whenever someone contacts it in some way. And I’ve had a voicemail and a text message in the past three days, which is weird; I go literal years with no notifications of any kind usually, other than random spam.

I suspect the voicemail was from someone who dialed a wrong number, because I’ve had this thing for months and it sounded like someone had just recently given the person the number they thought they were calling. Just in case, I’ve texted them back to let them know they dialed the wrong person. My luck it was a landline, though it doesn’t hurt to try. But I don’t know the other person’s circumstances, so I’m posting this here in case here is where they got the number from.

The main reason I have the number on my site at all is so that people who know me but haven’t kept up with my number can still contact me. Primarily it is there for my kids. I am not counting on the older one ever using it, but it’s possible the younger one might at some point. In any case, regardless of who it is, if they’re someone I know then they can’t say they had no way to reach me. This is particularly important as I have not been in a good place to acquire a post office box, though if I ever get around to that I’ll add the address to my contact info here as well.

I cannot fathom why anyone else would want to contact me by phone without so much as an email introduction first. But if you’re wanting me to respond to you, I’m going to need a bit more to go on than “hello.” Google Voice doesn’t seem to have caller ID apart from showing me the originating number. I know you can google phone numbers, but that doesn’t often produce any useful results.

It goes without saying that anyone who leaves me nasty messages will be blocked. That hasn’t happened so far, but you never know. I cannot say whether I will do the mature, sensible thing and pretend nothing happened just so you don’t get your kicks, but if I am immature and non-sensible, very likely I will post your phone number too. Hey, it could be a burner. But maybe it won’t be. You like it? Me too. Let’s not even go there.

I wouldn’t even bring this up as a possibility, but I’ve had too much weird shit happen to me in half a century. I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t try to cover all bases.

Speaking of which… and this is a shot so long it’d land me on Pluto. If you’re the big man, better be ready to prove it.

He wouldn’t. But if he did. Just saying.

Rory McCann in The Book Group (2002)

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Administrivia: 10 August 2024

Oops. I had left comments on. Got a spam comment, is the only way I caught it.

Sorted. Every post prior to this one will have a message on it after the main body of the post that says you have to be registered and logged in to comment, but you won’t be able to actually do that. From this post forward, I don’t think it’ll even have that message.

I used to love allowing comments and having people to talk to, and I would even hear from people I knew, but I was hypersensitive and trigger-happy and sooner or later someone would try to start an argument or a debate in my personal space and it would usually annoy me or piss me off. And then there was the occasional troll. So it’s just not something I want to deal with anymore.

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