Sunday, August 17, 2008
Random life stuff.
1. I signed onto Blogger just now to write this post and they have "updated" the dashboard interface and they're sure I'll "LIKE IT". Well listen up you jackasses. I DO NOT LIKE IT. I DO NOT LIKE IT WITH GREEN EGGS AND HAM. Stop screwing around with stuff.
And now back to our originally scheduled blog post:
1. If you want to really entice me, do what Jarib Kent did: Send me spam with the subject line "Carol is a Moron." I swear to God. And I'm keeping it just 'cause.
2. The Sister called today. She may have been infested with alien gay germs but at least she observed The Weekend Rule and didn't call until 12:01pm. But then the continuing saga of weird continued. Let's listen in...
Phone: BRIIIIIIIINGGG. BRIIIIIIIINGGG. BRIIIINNNNNNNGGG.
Me: dhiopwlkhjdfs.
Phone: BRRRIIIIIIINNGGGGGGGGGOIIIIIINGNNGGG.
Me: shjoasdkjgejh.
Me: (yank phone from table, flip open) Hwkoish?
Her: Hey, are you OK?
Me: Ahioe Aknodiu.
Her: Are you awake?
Me: AKHJGDOIEN!! LKSFN!!!!
Her: Sorry I woke you up.
Me:
Me:
Her: I just want to know if you want to go to Boliver with Us (she and The Girlfriend.)
Me: Boildifver??
Her: Yeah we cleaned out all the fresh and frozen meat from the fridge and we're going down there to have a big BBQ.* Ya'll should come! Pack up the Black Dog and come down.
Me: Boildifver?
Her: Are you OK?
Me:
Me:
Me: Boliver?
Me: Boliver?
Me: You're going to Boliver? In August? To set a fire?
Her: Yeah! It's not all nasty and humid today.
Me: You two are out of your fucking minds. Call me in November and invite me to go to Boliver and set a fire.
Her: Oh you mean to The Gulf of Colorado.
Me:
Me:
#2. I'm sitting in the Panera Bread on 105 in Conroe yesterday. We'll get into WHY I'm there sometime soon because this is NOT normal behavior for me. Anyway, I had brought my laptop to entertain myself while I waited for the person who was coming to meet me. I ran my email, read a couple of newspapers. Then I clicked on my link to AC here so I could go cruise some of the links I keep on the left over there.
But the Panera spam filter gave me this instead:
Pron. I'm PRON!! I feel so proud.
#3. I tried wearing real shoes last week. School is starting in about a week or so and I've been wearing slides for three months - since THE ANKLE SURGERY. (You wanna see the picture again? Yeah, I didn't think so.)
So I tried wearing some regular shoes last week because I'll need to you know - not look like it's still summer anymore - and all that. My left foot was OK (of course it had the stretchy brace on it). But my right foot? Hurt like hell. Would have gotten a blister if I hadn't gone back to my slides. Oh the irony. I've basically been barefoot since May 1 (my natural and preferred state). Now I will pay. PAY I tell you. I must return to the land of the Shod People and I'm not going to be happy about it.
#4. OK. Let's talk about BBQ. Mmmmmmm. BBQ. I've talked with ya'll before about Coopers up near Llano. Mmmmmmmmm. BBQ. So now I am going to share with you a musical review of BBQ. Mmmmmmm. BBQ. Pay attention and you'll learn something.
BBQ is MEAT.
________________________________________
*See attached video about BBQ.
1. I signed onto Blogger just now to write this post and they have "updated" the dashboard interface and they're sure I'll "LIKE IT". Well listen up you jackasses. I DO NOT LIKE IT. I DO NOT LIKE IT WITH GREEN EGGS AND HAM. Stop screwing around with stuff.
And now back to our originally scheduled blog post:
1. If you want to really entice me, do what Jarib Kent did: Send me spam with the subject line "Carol is a Moron." I swear to God. And I'm keeping it just 'cause.
2. The Sister called today. She may have been infested with alien gay germs but at least she observed The Weekend Rule and didn't call until 12:01pm. But then the continuing saga of weird continued. Let's listen in...
Phone: BRIIIIIIIINGGG. BRIIIIIIIINGGG. BRIIIINNNNNNNGGG.
Me: dhiopwlkhjdfs.
Phone: BRRRIIIIIIINNGGGGGGGGGOIIIIIINGNNGGG.
Me: shjoasdkjgejh.
Me: (yank phone from table, flip open) Hwkoish?
Her: Hey, are you OK?
Me: Ahioe Aknodiu.
Her: Are you awake?
Me: AKHJGDOIEN!! LKSFN!!!!
Her: Sorry I woke you up.
Me:
Me:
Her: I just want to know if you want to go to Boliver with Us (she and The Girlfriend.)
Me: Boildifver??
Her: Yeah we cleaned out all the fresh and frozen meat from the fridge and we're going down there to have a big BBQ.* Ya'll should come! Pack up the Black Dog and come down.
Me: Boildifver?
Her: Are you OK?
Me:
Me:
Me: Boliver?
Me: Boliver?
Me: You're going to Boliver? In August? To set a fire?
Her: Yeah! It's not all nasty and humid today.
Me: You two are out of your fucking minds. Call me in November and invite me to go to Boliver and set a fire.
Her: Oh you mean to The Gulf of Colorado.
Me:
Me:
#2. I'm sitting in the Panera Bread on 105 in Conroe yesterday. We'll get into WHY I'm there sometime soon because this is NOT normal behavior for me. Anyway, I had brought my laptop to entertain myself while I waited for the person who was coming to meet me. I ran my email, read a couple of newspapers. Then I clicked on my link to AC here so I could go cruise some of the links I keep on the left over there.
But the Panera spam filter gave me this instead:
Pron. I'm PRON!! I feel so proud.
#3. I tried wearing real shoes last week. School is starting in about a week or so and I've been wearing slides for three months - since THE ANKLE SURGERY. (You wanna see the picture again? Yeah, I didn't think so.)
So I tried wearing some regular shoes last week because I'll need to you know - not look like it's still summer anymore - and all that. My left foot was OK (of course it had the stretchy brace on it). But my right foot? Hurt like hell. Would have gotten a blister if I hadn't gone back to my slides. Oh the irony. I've basically been barefoot since May 1 (my natural and preferred state). Now I will pay. PAY I tell you. I must return to the land of the Shod People and I'm not going to be happy about it.
#4. OK. Let's talk about BBQ. Mmmmmmm. BBQ. I've talked with ya'll before about Coopers up near Llano. Mmmmmmmmm. BBQ. So now I am going to share with you a musical review of BBQ. Mmmmmmm. BBQ. Pay attention and you'll learn something.
BBQ is MEAT.
________________________________________
*See attached video about BBQ.
Labels: Blogger, miata, personal urban drama, texas
Friday, January 19, 2007
I feel like I have blown up the Death Star.
No, Blogger (they say not anymore) Beta. You have NOT defeated me. I have my archives back and there's n-o-t-h-i-n-g you can do about it.
(Please?)
No, Blogger (they say not anymore) Beta. You have NOT defeated me. I have my archives back and there's n-o-t-h-i-n-g you can do about it.
(Please?)
Labels: Blogger
Wednesday, December 27, 2006
Damned you, Blogger (not anymore so they say) Beta. WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY ARCHIVES? Arrrrrrgggghhh!
Tuesday, July 05, 2005
Well freaking holy peaches, Blogger has gone and 'improved' its service again so I can't put up the post I wanted to. They've gone and fixed something that WASN'T BROKEN - they've added Blogger Picture or Photo or Image or whatever and they have this note up that NOW YOU CAN ADD PICTURES TO YOUR BLOG.
What a revelation. I just didn't know that. Wonder how I've been doing it all these years? WELL I can't do it now. I hate improvements that just fuck everything up. NEW AND IMPROVED IS RARELY EITHER.
So I sit. And stew. And gird myself for an attempt to communicate with Customer Service. Giiiiirrrrrrrrd.
What a revelation. I just didn't know that. Wonder how I've been doing it all these years? WELL I can't do it now. I hate improvements that just fuck everything up. NEW AND IMPROVED IS RARELY EITHER.
So I sit. And stew. And gird myself for an attempt to communicate with Customer Service. Giiiiirrrrrrrrd.
Labels: Blogger
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Oh! And I'm very honored to have been an instigator in this week's parody over at MHMM's place. My take is that Medicine won the joust because of my steely resolve.
Labels: Blogger
Tuesday, December 14, 2004
AAAAAAAAAAARGH!!!!! I THINK MY HEAD IS GOING TO EXPLODE!!!
I just sat here for 15 minutes typing about how ANGRY I am today and detailing WHY I'm so angry and all the little annoying, lying, bitchy, stupid, CRAPPY things that happened today to pile my ANGER upon more ANGER and then...AND THEN....I click PUBLISH and I get......
T H E R E W A S A N E R R O R.
I've NEVER gotten that before.
Excuse me. I'm going to go take my monitor and climb up on the roof of the house. I'm going to scream like a maniac, jump up and down, throw the freaking monitor onto the driveway, leap from the roof ontop of it and just wait there quietly for the ambulance. Maybe they can help.
I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS.
I just sat here for 15 minutes typing about how ANGRY I am today and detailing WHY I'm so angry and all the little annoying, lying, bitchy, stupid, CRAPPY things that happened today to pile my ANGER upon more ANGER and then...AND THEN....I click PUBLISH and I get......
T H E R E W A S A N E R R O R.
I've NEVER gotten that before.
Excuse me. I'm going to go take my monitor and climb up on the roof of the house. I'm going to scream like a maniac, jump up and down, throw the freaking monitor onto the driveway, leap from the roof ontop of it and just wait there quietly for the ambulance. Maybe they can help.
I'M NOT GOING TO BE ABLE TO TAKE MUCH MORE OF THIS.
Labels: Blogger
Thursday, November 11, 2004
More housekeeping: couldn't get the @*!&$# comments to work so had to rebuilt the whole darned site. Still needs lots of tweeking but the main stuff is working. INCLUDING THE @*!&$# COMMENTS. When my brain can deal with more HTML I'll fix the colors. Sorry if they hurt your eyes between now and then. But the comments work!!
Monday, November 08, 2004
MISSING:
The post from Sunday where I informed the world of my joy at getting to eat pizza and drink tequila and cuss and learn how to play '42' with my friends.
Is Blogger glitching? Did it eat my post? Or is Blogger censoring? Did it delete my post because I talked about slapping down that 1:blank domino and yelling out "DOMINOOOO MOTHERFUCKERRRR"? (Which I think may only be a rule if you are taught how to play by an Aggie who learned at The Chicken in College Station.)
I've dropped a note to The Powers That Be Blogger. We'll see what they say.
Carol's Posts: Read 'em quick, while they last!!
The post from Sunday where I informed the world of my joy at getting to eat pizza and drink tequila and cuss and learn how to play '42' with my friends.
Is Blogger glitching? Did it eat my post? Or is Blogger censoring? Did it delete my post because I talked about slapping down that 1:blank domino and yelling out "DOMINOOOO MOTHERFUCKERRRR"? (Which I think may only be a rule if you are taught how to play by an Aggie who learned at The Chicken in College Station.)
I've dropped a note to The Powers That Be Blogger. We'll see what they say.
Carol's Posts: Read 'em quick, while they last!!
Monday, June 23, 2003
Very exciting stuff! My blog survived the night! It's still THERE! Yeah, you might not think that's such a big deal but I had my doubts.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
Not being a geek, figuring out how to actually create and publish this blog has been an exciting learning experience for me. Too bad, I don't really like excitement. Learning is ok, unless it's hard. This was...challenging! I did a little Blogger, I did a little HTML, I did a little cursing. I triumph! I have no freaking idea how the archives feature works, but I figure I have 8 days to learn. So far so good.
