On Facebook, a lol was posted by someone prysma was following – a lol made from a photo of a certain grey red-riding-hood cat.
This made prysma feel nostalgic, and she shared it with her friends, who shared it with lots of their friends, and she also shared it in the Cheezepeeps on Faysebuuk group. When she saw the responses, prysma decided to make a proposal:
HAY PEEPS!!!!!! AI HAS A PURRPOSAL! [she said]
*climes up on soapbox an turns on megafone*
Ithinkso this be reminding menny of us of missing Teh Olde Dais on ICHC and of our frenz there who nawt be on teh Buuk of Fayces. Menny of us has no idea why we nawt go there ennymoar, other than sorta vaguely, “Is nawt teh same.”
We has had ebents planned and adbertised, but they be one-day or one-or-two-lol time frame taht nawt ebreewun always be availabul for.
I propose we pick a day of teh week, and on that day ebree week, ebreewun pledge to drop bai an get involved, even if onlee for a little while sometime that day, if at ALL pawsibul. Re-establishing old frenships be mebbe worth gibbing up an owr of Farmville or something, rite? (What cud be better than seeing if we can has teh crazy adbentures on ICHC taht we used to has, anyway?) We pledge tu do this ebree week for, lessay, six weeks? and see what happins.
Ennywun wif me on this?
Well, after 21 Likes and 59 comments, evreewun tried to decide on a day, and prysma thought maybe the best thing would be to drop by ICHC and ask annipuss and the others who were still there.
Then prysma discovered that if she was logged into Facebook, any comments on ICHC would be via her FB account, and she didn’t want that, she wanted to be prysma. She visualized the chances of getting peeps who were on FB frequently to choose between logging out entirely and having to log back in, or posting under FB names. Plus, Beta made prysma’s computer, which isn’t that old or slow, very deeply unhappy, even more so than the opt-out version of the site, and more and more people were saying that they’d like to but their computers wouldn’t tolerate the ICHC interface, even with the Beta opt-out.
Prysma threw a bit of a hissy fit, and installed WordPress to make lol.prysmcat.org on her own site, and posted a few lols she made herself from Wikimedia pics and one of Eva and Cory. She expected the whole site to be dead within a week, but it made her feel less frustrated. (Also, it kept her busy while her Trick-a-monster was at the vet for dental surgery.) She posted this on Facebook, with a link to the Ohai Peeps! post:
Y’know, quite possibly I should not be allowed interwebs access when I’m frustrated, or at the very least not allowed admin access to ANYTHING… but I’m probably stupid enough to try to do this for a while anyway just to see if anyone else decides it’s a viable option.
And some peeps said “Hooray! We needed this!”
So a rather surprised prysma announced it in the Cheezepeeps group like this:
*taps microphone* *clears throat* *takes a deep breath*
Tess, I apologize if this is inappropriate.
Okay, since at least a few peeps seem to feel that I’m not 100% crazy on this…
I’d like to invite you to a possible solution to the various issues around ICHC’s usability and how much many of us miss the old community.
I’m not going to repeat myself, just give you a link to where I said it already.
Uh… if you’re going to throw tomatoes, not rotten ones, okay?
By the cheezpeeps, for the cheezpeeps! *waves a cheezy flag and then looks for a place to hide*
And some more peeps said “Hooray! We needed this!” and began to visit and to send a few lols. Prysma emeowed cweenmj, who put it in the Cryer (and you know that makes it offishul!).
Just as people were showing up to investigate and tap the new site with a paw to see what it would do… ICHC pulled the Beta opt-out option, so abruptly that at least one person lost the comment they’d been in the middle of making. And, just as abruptly, all the archives became unavailable. No more going back to see old adventures and major landmarks and memories of old friends, some no longer on this side of the Bridge.
And a whole awful LOT of peeps screamed in genuine grief and fear. The Interwebs is a big place to try to find your famblee if your home is destroyed by a sudden catastrophe. The Powers-That-Be on ICHC had been promising for years that they were listening to us and trying to make us happy, but it had been becoming increasingly difficult for many to believe this, and this was, to many, the ultimate betrayal.
The Facebook peeps knew about a new safe place that by some miracle (and I’m not using the term lightly) opened at exactly the right moment, and began to tell peeps about it. The cween emeowed everyone she had contact info for. Word spread, from cheezpeep to cheezpeep. Peeps began to send in lols that had been overlooked and lost in teh crowd on Dat Ovver Place, and pics that were just crying out for captions. Peeps began to help each other immediately with how to do things, with explanations, and with comfort and reassurance that while Dat Ovver Place is dead, Cheezland is not. Peeps began to show up who had not been seen in a very long time, and lurkers began to come out at least to say “Ohai, ai here too!” and were greeted with open armed welcomes and offered paws of friendship immediately. And peeps began to play, and do alphabet lists, and pun runs, and all kinds of wonderful silliness.
An extremely astonished prysma messed around with behind-the-scenes things to try to make the site work as smoothly as possible and watched from there while our poor wilted Cheezland revived and came back to full glorious life, and knew she wasn’t the only one with tears in her eyes from sheer joy.
All on a site that was installed in a huff caused by disappointment because a single lol had triggered memories.