| Well. *That* bugged the crap outta me. The whole screwed up entry thing of yesterday. I have this thing. This nagging. This itch. When I've composed an entry I have a vague tension which exists inside of me until I actually get it uploaded and view the proof with my own eyes that it exists safely in cyberspace. So when I uploaded yesterday's entry I started to relax. Until I reviewed it and realized it was incomplete. And looked at the copy on the disc and realized it wasn't an FTP problem, it was a file problem. And realized I wouldn't be able to fix the situation until tomorrow (today). Grr. It bugged me. It tickled my brain for the rest of the evening. Hah. As if you folks were suffering because my words of wisdom for the day were cut off. I'm sure you didn't suffer one itty bitty bit. I will say there are some readers out there that are right on top of things. I uploaded the (as yet unrealized) incomplete entry yesterday. I sent out the notification to my list, viewed the entry to make sure it was intact, and was in the process of realizing it *wasn't* intact when I received an e-mail from a listee, saying, in effect, "Hey! It didn't load right!" I mean, this is *maybe* two minutes after I uploaded. Y'all keep me on my toes. At any rate, it's fixed now. Sorry for keeping you in suspense. Offering you a cliffhanger. Boring you to death with this little rant. ******************** One more thing. You wanna know what else is bugging me? My stats tell me that someone has linked me to their website, and I get at least several hits a week coming from that website. I'd like to check it out, but whenever I try the URL it doesn't work. It's working for *somebody*, just not me. And now my mild interest has turned into raging curiosity. Dammit. I'm such a slave to this website now. So. If you, the website owner (the URL starts with "osd"), are reading right now, talk to me! ******************** Well, darn it all to heck. Viv has gone and found me another "must read" to add to my ever growing list (27 and counting - can you believe it?). She featured Kathy in her entry today. Kathy is rapidly becoming a chick after my own heart, with her journal Kitchen Logic. She calls her kids "Thing 1" and "Thing 2". All my loyal readers out there *know* why I would find that to be appealing! Heh. ******************** Well! This was a blogger of an entry, wasn't it? I figure since the majority of yesterday's entry didn't post successfully, you have enough reading to catch up on. Ain't I a charitable chick? |
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Your Mission, should you choose to accept it...
The next time you're at the grocery store, strike up a conversation with the person in front of or behind you. I mean, those lines get long, and we're there for a long time, and there's people all around. All we do is stand in line, look around, look at our watch, think our little thoughts. We never talk. We're never friendly. And the sad thing is, when a conversation *is* initiated, the person who is spoken to looks at you in a slightly weird way, like they're thinking "Is this person a psycho? Are they just trying to establish a feeling of comfort in me so that when we're out in the parking lot I won't run away from them until it's too late and I realize I'm about to get mugged?" You know that's what they think. You've thought it yourself. So have I. It's sad. "What a world, what a world..."
Results From Yesterday's Mission So. Yeah. "House of Leaves". Whoo! Boring book, yo. Or maybe not boring as much as dry. Like reading a textbook from cover to cover. And there *are* people out there who enjoy that sort of thing. I think I was imagining it to be different. Well, of course I was imagining it to be different. Otherwise I wouldn't have dropped $20 for it. I thought there was hope when I read the dedication and it said "This is not for you." Snarky. Spooky. Cool. But, well, no. Not so much. I guess the dedication was right. I gotta stop impulse buying from Amazon, and stick to the authors I know unless I'm at a physical book store, so I can check it out before I buy it. But hey, maybe it's one of those books I'm just not "ready" for yet. Have you ever experienced that? Bought a book you thought you'd like, only to set it aside after 20 pages, and then pick it up years later and read it from cover to cover and enjoy it? That's happened to me before. So. I'll stash this little puppy in a box in the garage, it'll resurface in oh, twenty years or so, and I'll give it another go. I'd still like your comments and opinions, though, you folks who have read it (or attempted to). I grabbed the design idea for the box thingy from Anna.
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