almost everybody has...has snail fever.

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Thu, 26 Feb 2009 15:03:41 GMT

11:48 @r3dux It looks like you have two accounts, one is suspended but the other is not (email is not, open_id is) #
11:55 @RadioWayne I see posts going out to your tumblr email address. I'll open a tumblr and try to reproduce, I think I know what's going on #
11:56 @r3dux no, you have *two* accounts, log in with c***i****2@hotmail.com #
02:00 tumblr users, hopefully I've fixed shipping by email by changing a bit the format of the email #
02:12 @hillarygayle @metasilk @kaholli @amezri @allconsoffun etc I have another email overload issue, I'll fix asap. need to change my system:( #

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Wed, 25 Feb 2009 15:03:59 GMT

19:34 Ok, found an issue with tweets shipped by email, I'm overloading a mail server... LT is too popular, fixing soon #
19:49 should be better now... sorry about that. Please, everybody reporting issue, give it another try. tinyurl.com/cdkprr #

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Mon, 23 Feb 2009 15:02:31 GMT

00:01 @purple_phoenix @crygaia @hillarygayle test your setup with the new: tinyurl.com/cdkprr #
00:03 I'm looking at other complains that days are supposedly skipped, I hope it's not LT fault. You can all check: tinyurl.com/cdkprr #
00:04 (you need to be logged into your account) #
00:36 @kiyoshi00 are you using metrocast? could you send me your email address? #
03:09 @rainbow_sauce <, > and & problems should be fixed now, thanks #

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Fri, 20 Feb 2009 15:01:51 GMT

00:51 @sbauman did you change your settings lately? it looks different than from my logs #
00:56 @hillarygayle You've set a lj-security so I can't see the post, but apparently I've posted just now #
00:59 @brightwanderer my logs show that it was posted... nothing is wrong with your LT setup at least #
01:02 @kaholli check your settings, it looks like you set it to post exactly at 10:25... #
01:03 Hey all, is the posting time more accurate these days? I thinks it's much more accurate, but let me know if you still experience delays! thx #

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Wed, 18 Feb 2009 15:02:10 GMT

12:40 @rainbow_sauce got it, I'll have a look, thanks for reporting #
01:58 @witicoos I've seen one post going to LJ, you sure you haven't received anything? #

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Tue, 17 Feb 2009 15:02:36 GMT

01:01 @rainbow_sauce could you send me a link where I could see that? thanks #

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Mon, 16 Feb 2009 15:02:07 GMT

12:39 @little_dumpling there should be no correlation #
12:48 @lunarkitty my logs report emails sent for you to your LJ email friday and saturday, wrong PIN code? #

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Sat, 14 Feb 2009 15:03:00 GMT

11:35 eek... LT took a nap while I was sleeping. Restarted everything. I hope this time it will stay up for good. #

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Fri, 13 Feb 2009 17:03:26 GMT

16:44 something is wrong. checking #
11:35 eek... LT took a nap while I was sleeping. Restarted everything. I hope this time it will stay up for good. #

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Thu, 12 Feb 2009 22:48:51 GMT

16:44 something is wrong. checking #

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Wed, 11 Feb 2009 15:01:49 GMT

03:25 rolling out new version aiming at improving infrastructure and delays in posting. Bear with me, disturbance in the Force expected #

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Sat, 07 Feb 2009 15:01:47 GMT

21:56 INFO: sometimes Loudtwitter hit the Rate Limit that Twitter imposes. That explains why sometimes your tweets aren't posted. update soon. #

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Fri, 06 Feb 2009 15:05:50 GMT

11:33 looks like a lot of people now expect fake replies, to be hidden too... what do you think? (see tinyurl.com/btcmyp) #
11:42 btw, @replies might work better tomorrow, there was a short period of time when LT considered real replies to be fake, during transition #
13:37 TIP: you can filter out tweets by adding the hashtag #noise. They won't show up on your blog! #

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Thu, 05 Feb 2009 15:05:43 GMT

01:36 @sk8bette I've fixed the @reply issue you reported. Thanks. (only for new updated from now on) #
01:37 NEW: Filter tweets using #lifetweet hashtag. tinyurl.com/btcmyp #

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Mon, 02 Feb 2009 15:09:13 GMT

19:19 Feels sorry for @magnolia and its users... I hope everything will soon be better #

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Sun, 01 Feb 2009 15:08:07 GMT

13:54 @loudtweeter for people experiencing posting delays, I'll try to have a look this week-end #
14:29 @brontewhore doing my best with very little time, but thanks for your "encouragements" #
22:12 more tweaks underway. Bear with me tonight... #
01:12 @VxJasonxV no, If you skipped email confirmation when you signed-in we don't get it thru SREG/AX #
01:21 @VxJasonxV It is optional, if U got a confirmation request: U filled the option. mail form. OpenID can still be used regardless confirmation #
03:10 @aeiouna maybe you changed your posting time? #

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Sat, 31 Jan 2009 18:10:12 GMT

15:46 Maintenance over (barely had downtime). Thanks for your patience. Please consider donating (buy me a drink could be how you put it). Thanks! #
16:30 @sk8bette if tweet-replies (with a @) aren't shipped, it means that you've ticked the box excluding them. the fix is to untick (LT prefs) #
17:54 @sk8bette It looks like twitter now would allow me to do that (wasn't the case before). what you describe is what would be best. #
17:54 @sk8bette problem is that I need to modify Loudtwitter's database again :) #
01:35 Hi all, it looks like twitter fixed a few things in its API since my last problems. I'm reverting some nasty hacks. I hope it will go well.. #

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Thu, 29 Jan 2009 15:19:38 GMT

11:42 Loudtwitter will be on maintenance sometime thursday between 9h and 21h PST sorry for the inconvenience #

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Tue, 27 Jan 2009 15:13:24 GMT

02:36 messing up with www.loudtwitter.com Thanks for your patience #

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Fri, 05 Dec 2008 18:37:53 GMT

12:29 Good instructions on how to setup LT on LJ mouser.livejournal.com/379686.html #
12:51 One issue should now be fixed, still monitoring and I'll blog about it later (blog.loudtwitter.com/) #

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shake, shake, shake, shake the frame of this house. distress the wood, make it shout

Fri, 26 Sep 2008 20:17:31 GMT

so, i'm up to no good on this rainy, friday afternoon. i wound up staying awake until around three something last night, getting drunk. my nasty, self-regulated habit hasn't walked back into my life, again, thankfully, but i did feel like i needed to unwind, after a long, grueling week of work and school....work and school...work, school, and being broke. it's this neverending continuation of the same, old thing that really starts to penetrate one's nerves, fraying the dendrites, as the stress slowly accumulates. it's manageable for a time being, but then, the daily wear and tear, begins to take it's toll. i'm trying to find different ways to relieve this build-up of stress, and so far, i recently discovered that dancing...lots and lots of dancing, is my temporary cure-for-all, when it comes to combating my horrid anxiety and stress, infiltrating my life.

i've started this ritual of taking momentary breaks in between studying to just get up, put on something upbeat, with an funky, indie flare to it, and dance like no one's business....today's songs have been: of montreal's, 'wrath pinned to the mist and other games;' port o'brien's, 'i woke up today;' metric's, 'wet blanket;' thao nguyen and the get down stay down's, 'bag of hammers.'

take everything, why don't ya?!

Thu, 25 Sep 2008 21:43:43 GMT

i feel like i've come to a pivotal point, where music in particular, just doesn't seem to be as good as it used to be, back in the day. now, i don't know whether it's just me...actually, no, i take that back, i think i can easily speak for everyone, here, with that bold, (although, somewhat opinionated) statement, i made. something has to change...i can't study unless i have a massive quantity of rock, solid material to listen to, in order to focuse. i can deal with the price of gas going up, i can deal without gas stations in the area not having any gas, i can even deal with our whole, economy's infrastructure on the brinks of collapse, but to not have any sweet, sultry music? well, you have to be kidding me!

Sun, 31 Aug 2008 02:26:24 GMT

my mother revealed to me the most shocking news i have heard from her to date, my younger sister, tiffany, had tracked down my older, half-black brother, anthony. she looked him up on myspace after curiously asking my mother more about him, for no other apparent reason, than being bored. directly after discovering his myspace, my sister soon contacted him, relaying a brief message of how she was his half-sister on a mission for my mother to find her long, lost son. he replied back right-away, enthusiastic about re-establishing his mother-son relationship and within a short period of time; a day or two's worth, my mother was soon corresponding with anthony via the phone...

someone, please, tell me what is going on

Fri, 20 Jun 2008 22:47:13 GMT

today, i was reminded of how we experience stress and sorrow as a means for us to discover what lies beneath our surfaces. face great turmoil and dig out your insides to examine the root cause and reach summation. become stronger, mightier, make your brain hawk-like in its strength and scope. perhaps this is what i tell myself in order to explain everything i've seen. since i can earliest recall, i've had a need to define experiences, to find closure by sifting through the ashes. my fingers are sullied from my need to unearth the bones. my tongue is dirty from all the stories i've told. i've been a conduit for so many stories. i listen to them all the time, on the faces of strangers i pass in the grocery store, and on the telephone with my family. the stories even find a way to me at work.

for some reason, the patients who come into my place of employment at fatz and here during my clinicals at the hospital, tell me all sorts of secrets. i don't know what it is, except, perhaps, that i have long endeavoured to be someone around whom others feel safe. some of this stems from how utterly unsafe i've felt around important people in my life. i suppose i want a way to reverse history in being to others what i never had. this approach draws the strangest interactions and the most delicious mysteries. at the hospital, i knead flesh, lay hands on injured skin, and talk to strangers.

sometimes what they tell me inspires me. as i was saying, a patient, by the name of robert, came into the hospital to get a cbc auto diff test done. he was obviously distressed when he came into the lab. i saw him several different times before, but it was only today, i discovered why he acts the way he does, when i was running his test for his doctor. it seemed that everything i tried to show him earned a cross comment. when this kind of thing happens, i try not to take it personally. every universe has a different centre; only mine contains me. i thought the he would bolt when i offered him a ear, but he took me up on it, settling into the chair. at first, he didn't say much to me, but the more i worked on him, the more he opened up.

"this has been the worst day," he confided when i linked my fingers around his first and began rolling his wrists. i nodded sympathetically. when anyone starts spilling their innermost thoughts, i listen. it seems to be what they need. he started telling me about how he had hodgkins disease - stage four. i bid him kind words and asked him if he would mind if i prayed for him, and he lit up like the fourth of july, for asking.

before i knew it, he was telling me things that i could tell he hadn't told anyone in a very long time--if ever. i kept taking an extra long time doing his test n purpose, listening, nodding, and being as supportive as i could. i tried not to cry--and failed--when he told me a bit about his experiences of having cancer through his twenties (his paperwork said he was born 1980, so you do the math) and again finding it had returned. "i didn't want to lose my hair. i know it's stupid. it's just hair, but, look what happened. i lost it all." tears beaded on his lashes.

i shook my head. "no, no, no, in this culture, a lot of people prize hair. it's awful to lose it and see the reactions of others to the loss of something so simple. i mean, what is it? protein. something your body makes to keep you warm, but people place a lot of importance on having it or not having it. we all can be shallow. i am sorry it's so unfair."

"i'm not as scared about the pain this time," he whispered, closing his eyes as i rolled my fingertips across his pressure-points. "just the loss of my hair and maybe uh if i get to the point of death. but you wouldn't understand. you're healthy and young."

this time, i looked him directly in the eyes, stopping my motions, but never breaking physical contact. "i'm not so young or atleast i don't feel like it," i said. "and i know about pain. i know all about pain."

i let my silence speak tales of its own. there was nothing more to say. he understood.

Wed, 11 Jun 2008 22:49:18 GMT

i helped gina do an intermittent catherization on a mexican man, who was drugged up at the time, so it made for an interesting experience... he kept ooo-ing and ah-ing, expressing sexual exuberance toward us, especially when gina was washing his penis and scrotum, in preparation for what was to come. right before inserting the catheter into his urethra, he started singing, "gonna get my engine going (it sounded mighty familiar to me. i thought it was zz top lyrics.)..." and then he started yelping, flinching his forearm muscles, and gritting his teeth at the ceiling. when she finished, he started behaving wildly, again, until he was jabbed with a tetanus shot into his upper arm. at that point, he just sort of sat there hunched over, stunned; rubbed the point of injection, and made the remark. "maaan, for some bootiful woohmen, you effin' hurt."...the entire ordeal was hilarious!