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Right, where was I?

Right, where was I?

It’s here!
My new blogging home is taking shape and I’d love you to go over there and check it out in situ, so you can give me your first impressions of my creative efforts.

It is still in the development stage at the moment, but it will be up and running very soon.

Just click where it says “Return of the Internet Nobody”…

RETURN OF THE INTERNET NOBODY

So here we are on a brand new blog, which I’ve decided to call Return of the Internet Nobody, because it didn’t appear to be broken, so I didn’t fix it. Well, I did give myself a definite article, by way of a promotion.

The Internet Nobody sounds a bit more important than just being any old nobody and I have been at this blogging lark for over five years now, so I figured I deserved some recognition, even if it was only from myself.

I’m still in the process of tinkering with the overall layout of this blog, so you’ll notice new pages and widgets being added over the next few weeks, because it’s always fun to play with new toys. In fact, the whole point of this post is so I can see what it looks like when I add new content over the top of my…

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Budget blogging, maxed out media and the Next Big Step…

I would have liked to begin this post with a nice, eye-catching photo, but I can’t, because, as of yesterday, Diary of an Internet Nobody is full.

I suppose I realised, in a tangential, vague sort of way, that there was a limit to the number of media files I could upload on my free WordPress plan, but I hadn’t actually considered what reaching that limit would result in.

Now I know.

No. More. Pictures.

I really don’t like the sound of that, not at all.

When I first started blogging, five years ago, I had no idea what I would do with my own little corner of the internet; it was just another experiment in what could be achieved with my trusty phone, a void to shout nonsense into, in the hope someone would listen.

But it evolved, it grew extra parts, it multiplied, it spawned siblings and bred with other blogs to produce interesting hybrids, it settled into its own comfortable space in the blogosphere and started to enjoy itself. It discovered there was more to being a blog than just words.

The most enjoyable extraliterary elements, for me anyway, are the photography/video/animation projects, which have continued to evolve as smartphone technology rapidly develops more complex apps and software, enabling me to dabble in almost any medium I fancy, for just a few quid or, more often than not, for free.

I have always loved taking pictures, ever since I was a kid, (although I’ve never owned anything more complicated than a 35mm point and shoot “instamatic” camera) so finding a phone which could produce high resolution photos and video was a big step in upping my game. And because the smartphone became my weapon of choice for blogging, it seemed only natural that I should employ it in the photographic phase of my own personal creative renaissance, too.

Meaning that, the more I got into blogging, the more photography I did.

And the more photography I did, the more I wanted to show off my newly-found skills and improvised audio visual experiments, to the point that I began a whole new blog to showcase my creative efforts.

However, Diary of an Internet Nobody was my first and proudest blogging achievement and I ended up wanting to post everything on here, for all you lovely people to admire and/or recoil from, depending on the vicissitudes of my oeuvre.

All of which creative outpourings have led to my current situation, a blog with no space left for further photographic adventures.

Which, as I see it, leaves me with four main options:

1 – Continue the blog, but with no pictures (not an option I’m willing to contemplate).

2 – Move to a paid WordPress plan, doubling my storage space in one go and gaining still more space by “optimising” media file sizes for future uploads (something to consider, although it means a double compromise; I have always promised myself that blogging would remain as cost-free as possible, as I cannot justify spending much-needed funds on what is, when all is said and done, a hobby. Plus, I don’t like the idea of lowering the resolution or quality of images I use on the blog, simply so I can add more of them) And what happens if I suddenly can’t afford to pay for it in a few years, will my lovingly crafted, lavishly illustrated journal of gibberish just cease to be?

3 – Delete old posts with photos in and/or link to copies of those posts on Photo Sans Frontiers, or possibly even use a completely new blog to archive photo posts in their entirety.

4 – Draw a line under this blog completely and leave it for anyone who wants to nose around it as it floats, adrift and rudderless in cyberspace.
Then I’d start a whole new free blog, carry on where I left off, possibly transferring my custom domain name to the new site (not that I’m even sure this is possible, so if anyone has any experience in such matters…?) and hope that I can persuade my loyal followers to…well, follow me, to pastures new.

Any thoughts?

I’ll have to make the decision soon, because I have a Cosmic Photo prompt to set on Friday and I’d like to be able to take part in my own feature, so if you would like to wade in with any advice, now’s your chance to help decide the fate of the blog you’ve gone to all this trouble to read.

 
 

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Picture this: Creating our new garden…

Well here’s a thing; I’ve just discovered that I have run out of media upload storage space on Diary of an Internet Nobody and the only way I can currently think of to share photos is by linking from Photo Sans Frontiers, as I am doing here.

If anyone else has had this problem and has any suggestions what I can do about it, please let me know, as I’m at a bit of a loss how to proceed.

In the meantime, here are some nice pictures of the garden.

Photo Sans Frontiers

I’ve missed a few posts onDiary of an Internet Nobodyrecently, most notably a couple ofSoCSepisodes, due to spending my weekend writing time working on the layout and planting of our new garden.

We had a pretty clean slate to work with when we moved in, just two months ago, with a couple of large shrubs and a good sized shuttlecock fern in one of the beds that border each side of the lawn(which still needs levelling and re-seeding)but otherwise empty and ready for inspiration.

We first cleared the right hand side of the garden as you look out from the back door, as it was overgrown with wild geraniums, vinca and aquilegia. Then I went on a couple of garden centre bargain hunts, tracking down a varied(and, more importantly, cheap)selection of bedding plants and some more unusual specimens to add a bit…

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Let reason be your anchor…

I firmly believe the average person in the British Muslim community is outraged by the sort of atrocity we saw in Manchester last night, in which at least 22 people died and 60 were injured, in the same way any Christian, Hindu, Jewish, Buddhist or atheist person with a shred of human decency would be; because none of these philosophies condone the senseless killing of innocent people.

But I expect the headline-hungry media will use this new attack, targeted at kids enjoying a night out, to stoke the fires of hate and suspicion which seem to be smouldering beneath the surface of the world’s psyche at the moment, encouraging division and distrust in communities who do so much to promote multicultural harmony and tolerance.

I fully accept there are a small minority of radical and violent members within any community and I am not naive enough to think for a minute there aren’t also a minority of supposed genuine Muslims who, while not applauding the actions of whoever was responsible for last night’s terrible crime, may not be as progressive in their beliefs as some.

But that doesn’t change the fact that the ones perpetuating the violence are doing so by citing archaic and outdated tenets of a faith which has in recent times, made significant steps in its efforts to more successfully integrate with Western society.
In the same way as there are far right Christian groups who espouse ideas about ethnic and sexual cleansing, take the word of the Bible unbendingly literally, forbid the teaching of evolution, ban abortion and birth control and are generally anything but inclusive and tolerant.
Nobody with any sense would say these “Christians” are living by the general principals of their alleged religion, they’re just cherry-picking outmoded views and debunked superstitious nonsense for their own twisted motives.

I personally don’t hold with the views of any organised religion which go much further than; “Be nice, it doesn’t cost anything. Don’t be a dick and, if you do, expect to get treated like a dick in return”, but we need to recognise when the ones who are doing the killing and spreading the hate are doing so for misguided motives of their own and do not speak for the vast majority of those they CLAIM to represent.

Stop The Hate, it’s up to us.

 

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Reblog: Post treatment update

I thought you would be interested to hear how Lanthie is doing, following her treatment for throat cancer, so here’s her latest update…

Lump, what lump?

So here I am 3 months after my treatment.  I have my follow-up PET scan next week and I am nervous as hell.

For the first scan, I knew I had cancer.  It was a matter of finding out where it was. It was pretty routine for me at that point as I was being pocked and prodded daily by some or other specialist.  This scan is a bit more serious for me.  It tells me if the HELL I have gone through has been worth it and will tell me if I am clear or not.

I am reluctant to go for this scan as I’m worried I may not be clear – even if I’m told that the prognosis is very good and I have nothing to worry about.  “Oh and by the way if anything is left we will operate and remove it. ”  I’m told by…

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Posted by on April 18, 2017 in Blogging, Personal anecdote

 

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March of the Internet Nobody, day twenty six: Memories of mum…

There have been a lot of matri-centric activities today; ringing mum this morning to wish her happy mothers’ day, watching Rhonda opening her gift from Audrey (a book of 150 cup cake recipes, silicon cup cake moulds and assorted cake decorations; are you seeing a theme developing here?) and every other post on Facebook has been paying tribute to (UK) mums on their special day.

This inevitably leads me to thoughts of my mother, Ann, who died from a sudden and unexplained brain tumor when I was just nine years old.

It’s amazing how vivid and emotive the past remains; the microscopic electrical pulses and complex interconnected cells which make up our phenomenally powerful storage banks are capable of accessing and replaying sights, sounds and smells from over forty years ago, turning our heads into private Imax theatres, in which we can revisit treasured memories as if they happened only yesterday.

I have many such memories of mum, a woman who I’m sure passed on both her love of life and her relaxed outlook to myself and my sister, she had a mischievous sense of fun and a ready laugh which I can still hear if I close my eyes and think of her.

But the real revelation, the proof that my recall wasn’t of the rose coloured glasses variety, that comes when I look at photos of her from before I even existed.

Dad was a keen amateur photographer and I clearly remember him taking over the bathroom and turning it into a darkroom to develop photos when we were kids, but it wasn’t until my aunt, mum’s sister Jane, gave me a whole load of old family photos, including many that dad had taken of mum, both before and after they were married, that I got a glimpse into the life of the young woman who would eventually bring me into the world. There were also photos from mum and dad’s wedding (some of which were apparently taken by “Home Counties Newspapers”) and a few other professional family portraits that I hadn’t seen before and I thought I’d share some of them with you today.

So here are a selection from that wonderful archive, in memory of Ann and all the other mothers who didn’t see their children grow up to make them proud; starting with a series of contact prints that I’m guessing are from a home photo session, and they perfectly capture the mischievous sense of fun I remember so well. I can just imagine her, trying not to laugh in some of these seriously posed shots.

There are these large portraits, which are two of my favourites.

And a couple I think must have been taken in a local studio.

Then there are the wedding photos, which make me smile every time.

And finally, I came along to spoil the fun.

*****
For Ann.

Many thanks to Jane for preserving the family archive.

 
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Posted by on March 26, 2017 in Personal anecdote, Photography

 

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Stream of consciousness Sunday: Mum’s the word…

I’m giving The Accumulator a break this week and using Linda G Hill‘s prompt for SoCS to mark a special day.

Linda’s inspiration for today’s post is;

” “march.” Use it any way you’d like. “

Well, as it happens…

Mum’s the word.

Today, March 26th, is mothers’ day here in the UK and it’s a day to pay tribute to those determined and long suffering women who kept us alive and well before we could do it for ourselves and who are there at the heart of the family whenever we need help and support.

The term “stepmother” should only be used when preceded by “wicked” in pantomime as far as I’m concerned; there should be no distinction between a biological mother and a woman who takes on the responsibility to love and care for another woman’s children, she’s a mother and that’s all there is to it.

My own mother (about whom, more later) sadly died when I was only nine years old, but that tragic loss meant that my sister and I gained a second mum, the one who will be surrounded by the rest of her children and grandchildren today, back in my old Sussex hometown, from where I spoke to her this morning as she prepared to receive her first visitors of the day.

So today’s post is just a quick thank you to the woman who brought up her own kids at the same time as welcoming Kerry and I into her home and has been a pillar of support to the whole family ever since. 

Sue, my mum; travel addict, history enthusiast, expert cook and consummate grandmother, here’s to you, HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY.

With my dad, Martin.

Mmmm, ice cream. With Audrey, doing the “new” grandmother thing…

…and Audrey, mum and me, Beachy Head, Eastbourne, summer 2016.
Happy mothers’ day to all the rest of the mums reading this, I hope you are being thoroughly spoiled.

*****
Coming up, memories of another mother…
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Posted by on March 26, 2017 in Personal anecdote, Photography

 

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