Why is it that occa­sion­l­ly my Word­Press blogs just go and repost a mess of arti­cles to their feed — at least, on Live­Jour­nal? Even when I have recent­ly post­ed new arti­cles?

I just noticed that the feed from this blog to LJ just burped the last 5 or so arti­cles back to LJ, despite the fact that they haven’t been changed at all, and there have been two new entries in the last week. That should­n’t have hap­pened. It’s going to annoy peo­ple so that they unsub­scribe from that feed. Dammit.

Sor­ry, folks. I did­n’t do any­thing that should have caused it, as far as I can tell, so it must be some­thing on LJ’s side, as far as I can tell 🙁

We were tick­led to be part of the (how manyth?) annu­al Scar­let­talia last night! For those who have nev­er been blessed by par­tic­i­pa­tion, it hon­ors the arrival of Scar­lett Ross open our plan­et.

This year’s theme was Poly­ne­sian Poi, so we got to see fire-spin­ners up close and in per­son for the first time, and we prop­er­ly lei’d by God­dess Scar­lett her­self. Dis­trac­tion Darts and oth­er fun were quite mem­o­rable.

I know that a mar­velous pho­tog­ra­ph­er was tak­ing pic­tures of the firespin­ners, and will post a point­er if I see them released pub­licly. My lit­tle cam­era was­n’t up to the task of cap­tur­ing their beau­ty.

For now, my hair is renewed­ly red, my nails are pur­ple, and we are min­utes away from record­ing anoth­er ses­sion of Out in the Black. I had an aller­gy attack or some­thing ear­li­er today, and don’t real­ly have much of a voice. I’m try­ing to regain it, and hop­ing to join the game, though Jez may sound a bit butch­er than usu­al.

Well, damn. Robert Anton Wil­son died Thurs­day. He made it to 01–11 — the 101st birth­day of Dr. Albert Hoff­man.

I was most­ly out of touch, so I did­n’t hear about it ’til Fri­day. Side­ways, even, which is appro­pri­ate.