So if you are bored to tears with the whole orkut thing, you can skip this, or you can come over, strip down, and give me something novel to write about.
Meanwhile, just an update on the sacrifice and rebirth story.
And incidently, people on the Apple corporate campus stopped me today to talk about orkut. People who know me there but don’t know me in real life. This is getting odd.
So the story to date. Account suspended, no reason given. Next to no response from the admins. No clear solid idea of why (though many theories, some of which involve alien abduction and possibly probing).
I created a temporary account for a while under an alternate name, but finally gave up in frustration, and created a new account under my right name. That’s there now: http://www.orkut.com/Profile.aspx?uid=2663013159414803051.
Thus far, no reaction from the orkut people. No details on why I was 86′d, no warnings or notice from them since I’ve been back. Though I seem to have become some odd sort of folk hero, along with several other well-known users who are having problems.
Hey, I need someone who can draw to make me up a Che Guevara lookin’ version of me. Damn, one ‘o those moments where I wish I was all artistic n’ shit.
So as predicted, the giddy fun is beginning to drain away. I don’t know if something good and useful will be left in it’s place, or if we’ll be left with the wreckage of something that almost happened but was killed by it’s own makers. We’ll see. It has promise; the interface is so friendly and inviting, and the concept is sound. It’s only a case of too much mindless policing and not enough communication, at least thus far.
Ok. I hope that this means I’m done talking about Orkut. I have better things to write about, including a reprise of the ‘secrets, but not my secrets’ theme that I saw taken up on the solipsisters blog, and possibly other matters of the heart and mind, but let’s save it all for an orkut-free entry later.