it's a convoluted mess
WordPress did a big ol’ update and completely changed the format of the post editor and JEEZY CREEZY it is awful. Fortunately they also now have a “Classic Editor” plugin to bring it back to its old look and I installed that bitch right quick because the new shit is UN. USEABLE. We are now on Christmas vacation and neither one of us has any idea what day it is or what time it is… Keep reading…Staring at walls for hours…
A while back there was a thing going around on Twitter to explain the story behind your user name. Alias Bob. Sometimes I wonder if people see my name and think it’s one of those creepy, weird, shared, couple’s accounts where we act like we literally share a brain. In reality it has nothing to do with my husband. I don’t remember which platform I originally used that moniker on, but it’s been around for… Keep reading…Knew right then and there…
Summer lasted an eternity and my mental state took a brutal beating. September arrived, bringing hoodie weather and other good things, but the news cycle somehow felt even more dire than it has been these last two years and I am not processing it well at all, no matter how much I try to limit and filter things down. I have exactly zero faith that the “Blue Wave” will happen, or solve anything if it… Keep reading…Away from this place…
Nine is a good number. He’s still my favorite. — The Way I Am Ingrid Michaelson
I cut the corner of my finger off with a kitchen scissors while opening a package of tofu. You heard me. It’s not nearly as bad as it sounds, but there was a lot of blood and I had to completely stop everything else I was doing to bandage my stupidity and find the missing piece of my finger so it didn’t end up in dinner. Small as it was, it was a rather impressive… Keep reading…It’s just another summer…
Back in my days of Live Journal living, I had half a dozen side journals I played around with. (Give or take. I can’t remember without looking it up and I’m lazy.) On one of them I posted random pictures and my weekly last.fm stats. I tried to recreate that with a subdomain here a few years ago, but it sputtered out pretty fast because I kept forgetting about it. (See also: Lazy) So far… Keep reading…Making it a slow night…