Most links to my multi-chapter stories will be to their Dreamwidth posts; links to stories prior to 2012 may go both to LJ and DW. Each multi-chapter Whoniverse story is also available at my Teaspoon and AO3 accounts.
How to Use Google Drive as a 3rd Party Image Hosting Platform
So back when the horrid surprise of Photobucket’s greedapalooza was still fresh, a lot of people were looking for third party hosting alternatives. Someone out there had a really helpful list of potentials, but for various reasons, none of them suited me. I wondered whether I could make use of Google Photos as a third party platform.
As it happened, I couldn’t. Google had very recently ended its image hosting capabilities — unfortunate timing, that — but I did some poking about and found that there’s a work-around that lets you still use Google Drive as a third party platform. At least one person (hi, azriona!) was interested, so this is my attempt to tell people how to use this process.
I’m including a link to the YouTube video that taught me how to do this, which you might prefer to following my step-by-step. Here 'tis: https://youtu.be/zhwYRPImH9E.
( Collapse ) So you have your Google account and you’re ready to start.
Choose an image to upload, possibly from your own newly-created “Fuck Photobucket” file on your hard drive. Upload it to Google Drive. If you’re using Chrome, you’ll do it thusly (and if you’re using Firefox, Safari, or whatever, it will probably be fairly similar.) Click on Google Drive. Once you’re in drive, click on New, which is near the top left. You should get a drop down menu that includes “File Upload.” Hit it, and pretty soon your picture will appear in your drive. I put all my uploaded pics in one Drive folder for ease of access, along with my Permalinks record, so everything’s in the same place.
Now you want to adjust the picture’s “share” settings, so that it’s “Public on the Web.” How to do that? Your trusty right click button. Don’t open the picture; just right click on the thumbnail/description in the Drive list. When you do, you’ll see a bunch of options.
Open the “Share” option. A window should open up. Pay attention only to “Advanced.” Click “Advanced.”
You’ll get a different window. Look for “Who Has Access.” It will probably be set at “Private — Only You Can Access.” You’ll want to change that, so hit “Change.”
You’ll get three options. The one you want is “On — Public on the Web.” Make sure that button is the one you hit, then hit “Save.”
You’ll then have a “Link to Share.” Copy that sucker, and head on over to gdurl.com.
The very first thing you’ll see once you go to that site is a spot that says “Paste a Public Google Drive URL etc.” Put your URL there, and hit “Create Permalink.” Go down a little farther on the page, and there, under “Standard URL” you will have your shiny new permalink. Copy that permalink, along with a description of what the pic/image is, to whatever document you’ll be using to keep the information.
Voila! You now have the code you need to embed your photo wherever you want to embed it! (If we’re talking LJ or Dreamwidth, you’ll have be able to insert it via the "insert/edit image" or "insert photo" icons. I do it in the rich text format.) And, because you’ve saved the permalink and a description in a file somewhere, you can use the same code again and again!
EDIT as of 22 April, 2019: It appears as if gdurl.com no longer provides the http://gdurl.com/ section of the code when it creates your permalink. Don't despair. Take the admittedly confusing very short piece of code you get when you hit "create permalink" - it'll be something like RbKx - and simply put in the http://gdurl.com/ in front. I'm not sure why gdurl is only providing the latter half of the URL,, nor can I guess whether this change will disappear and things will go back to what they were, but this is how to deal with it
( Collapse ) So there you have my extremely wordy how-to. I hope it might be of help to someone.
This year I decided I'd take part in snowflake_challenge, in part because I want to keep active in fandom, tell people how much I value them and, (probably more than) occasionally, talk about who I am and why I do what I do.
The first challenge asked me to introduce myself to people. So here goes, but I've put it under a cut because it goes on and on and on.
As we get older, our attitudes towards birthdays can change. Certainly, I know that my birthday brings more thoughts of my eventual mortality than it once did. Strangely, those thoughts are positive, as I look back on an eventful life and forward ( I hope) to a good many years of adventure to come. And it still gives me pleasure to send birthday greetings to friends, even if I’m habitually and criminally late in doing so.
On Oct. 30, the long silent viomisehunt celebrated a birthday. When she was active on LJ, I enjoyed reading this lovely woman’s posts about fandom and about her beloved family. She wrote about Dr. Who, and shared her thoughts gently and articulately. She also shared her non-fannish successes and her heartbreaking losses. She was a delight. I hope she is in good health, and that she was able to enjoy a birthday with loved ones.
erikvolson, he of the red hat — beer appreciator extraordinaire and delightful SFF fan — had a Nov. 5 birthday. He lives in the same city I do, and I bang my head against a wall for not keeping in touch with him. He hasn’t posted on his LJ journal for several years, so all I can do is wish him the very best, and hope that someday we can get together again in some fashion. Happy Birthday, Erik!
cathica celebrated her natal anniversary on Nov. 8, and I truly hope it was a celebration, free of bears and fauna interested in invading the house. I first knew her as a result of her glorious and sometimes gloriously dark Dr. Who fanfic. Then I read some of her original work, which was again gloriously dark; she is a mistress of SFF-based horror and has won awards for the horror she envisions; brava! So to a fellow Bluenoser, I extend all the wishes I can, and I hope she will someday return to LJ.
kerravonsen marked her birthday on Remembrance Day, Nov. 11. I hope she was able to spend it with at least some of her family, and that the day was filled with love. She is a woman of many talents in both her writing and the 3-D arts she creates. I wish I had half her delight in creating art and her patience and hard work doing so. She is a union supporter and a person of faith. Though she and I may differ in many ways, I am very glad to know her.
I'm not much of a believer; at least not in the large god I was raised with. As BB has said, I can't comprehend a god that is omniscient, omnipresent and omnipowerful. Such an entity is beyond me.
But I can believe in smaller gods. Perhaps they are the understandable avatars of that which I can't comprehend and therefore can't believe in or worship.
Humanity seems to believe in the smaller gods as well. I'm particularly reminded of this on Remembrance Day. The god of battle, after all, has been invoked from time immemorial, a god that worshippers believe can be what powers their victories and forgives their atrocities, those against others and those against themselves as they are required to kill and die.
Sometimes battle is necessary, as it was in World War II, as it arguably was in the American Civil War. Far more often we wonder in retrospect whether battle was ever necessary, as in the First World War, or the Second Indo-Chinese War, or the two Gulf Wars. That's also true of the the wars about which we were never taught, but which nonetheless took place and killed the children of humanity.
One thing remains constant: the death, the killing, the bodies and minds broken and lost, the communities shattered, the world grown darker because of lives snuffed out.
So as a believer in the smaller gods, I turn from the god of battle to the gods of mercy and of kindness, and I make this invocation:
Let us not forget them, the soldiers and their families. Let us not forget their sacrifice - in the multitudinous wars that burn across continents and generations, from Europe and the Americas to the ring of fire, India, and China - whether expected or unexpected, whether necessary or not. Let us honor them. Let us forgive them. Let us not forget their victims. Gods of mercy and of kindness, take them all, victims and perpetrators, some of whom are one and the same, into your bosoms and save them into your heavens, because no one deserves your hells; they have already experienced Hell. In the name of kindness and mercy, mercy for which we should all beg,
Yes, we still have to win the two senate seats in Georgia. Yes, we have to gut McConnell's power by those wins. Yes, more than 70 million people voted for racism and misogyny. Yes, we need to push Biden further to the left. Yes, we need to shove Pelosi left with him.
But Joe Biden has won. He won with 74 million-plus people.
I love Mythbusters. The show was a healthy dose of fun done with science, and science done with fun, both in the service of using logic to prove or disprove myths, folk tales, and urban legends. It was a lovely mix of careful planning, goofy tech and giddy silliness, teamwork and things Blowing Up Real Good. I loved Adam Savage and Jamie Hyneman (Adam more than Jamie, I freely admit); I loved the junior host team of Kari Byron and Tory Belleci and Grant Imahara. So I was shocked and very saddened when Grant died unexpectedly this summer of a brain aneurysm.
I recently learned that Imahara's mother and his friends have created a foundation named after him, aimed at supporting underserved young people interested in STEAM education: science/technology/engineering/art/math.
I watched this video, and it made me feel even more sorry that he died so young and very glad that his loved ones are honoring him in this way. Also, it made me love him even more for being an SFF fan - watch all the way to the end, fellow Whovians, for a special joy. This entry was originally posted at https://kaffyr.dreamwidth.org/778835.html?mode=reply, where there are currently comments. You can comment there or here, but prefer to read over on DW. You can comment there using open ID if you don't have a DW account.
I'd forgotten, until my brother called from Nova Scotia on his way to her grave. Her final earthly bed lies in the Wolfville Baptist cemetery, high on a hill and surrounded by green grass and old trees. It suits her, and I was glad that he was heading there to say hello.
I don't know why I forgot this day, but I've done so for the past couple of years. And now it's seven years, seven years gone that she's been gone. Seven's one of those numbers, you know? But seven-league boots won't take me to her; I can't labor for seven years to win her back. I have to wait. And that's only on those days that I believe.
Well, actually, my determination to see her again may power those days. In fact there are some moments when I'm not afraid of death because then I can see her again. I choose to believe that.
The last few months, I've become afraid of becoming my mother; doesn't every woman? Or so I'm given to understand. And by that, I mean my mother when she was stubborn, micro-managerial, set in her ways.
On the other hand, if I can be as strong as she was, as, paradoxically, unafraid as she was, as her as she was ... that would be a gift.