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No Story Again

I have no story to post again this week, as I spent all my free time trying to get my blogs reinstated after being flagged and locked down for having inappropriate content. That would be all of my blogs, which is about a dozen over the twenty years. I still have no idea why. I feel like if I get anymore G-rated Disney will start courting my content.

Here's the really strange part: the one blog they didn't lock down was PBW, on which I did use the eff word at least once and posted all those John & Marcia satires, which did have some spicy parody.

The post that seemed to trigger the lockdown (or was flagged by someone as inappropriate was the one I wrote about finishing the spool project. So there you go.

On the even more depressing front, one of Kat's friends passed away this week; she was only 23 years old and a T1 diabetic. I don't have any details other than that, but it breaks my heart. My kid will be flying home on Sunday for the funeral, so we're getting ready to see her through all this.

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nightsmusic said…
I am so very sorry on the loss of Kat's friend. Never something one wants to have happen at any time but at such a young age, it's especially tragic. :(

Sorry too about the blogs. I don't understand AI. They program it to find all the wrong things. And if someone, anyone, reports a blog, they either shut everything down and ask questions later or don't bother to shut anything down and tell the person reporting it that they're wrong. Generally, the shut down is for the wrong reasons and the legitimate report is ignored. Go figure. I'm glad you got them back.
Maria Zannini said…
I'm so very sorry to hear about Kat's friend. Death is tough at any age, but 23...that's just wrong. I especially feel for the young woman's family. I can't imagine losing a child so young.

re: blogs
I've given up trying to figure out what makes their algorithms tick. But most likely someone thought they were doing humanity a service protecting them from unsafe spooling. LOL!

At least you're back.

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