Well...
The template is now very, very green. I guess it was green before. But it is even greener now.
Recapping:
The Flavor of Axe has wrapped and Axe has chosen his latest fling. But his bandmates are seeing shades of Yoko Ono. Does this spell the end for Death Cheese?
The Cheesemeister was clobbered by frozen breasts! See this and other useless news at the Crappy Times.
Brittney gives an incredible gift to her friends and associates for Valentine's Day.
Discussions of family dynamics and fuckery at the Psych Hell. Not for the faint of heart or those who lack compassion. There is a reason I don't list this blog. But seeing as none of my damn blogs have any readership, I don't think it matters. I'm really beginning to think the fucking troll cursed me because he was pissed that I went to great lengths to expel him. If you don't think curses work? Well, they don't always. But sometimes they do. And I've been on the receiving end of them before. But this is a discussion for the esoteric blog some other time.
Oh yeah, happy fucking birthday to the crusty black flower/old bat (both being avatars for the same ill-tempered excuse for a human being) tomorrow. The Cheesy Lily will be 43 years old and looks every day of it and then some. And she is not in a very good frame of mind right now.
I changed the comments to not open in a popup window because there is some fuckery going on with my computer. I have re-installed Firefox several times (actually I have to reinstall it a few times a week to make it run) but still the comment window comes up as just a sliver and I can't resize it. I can't wait to get a new computer! This is a "What the hell, it runs" computer. And I'm grateful, but it's old and has a lot of glitches. I'm getting my son a Toughbook for his graduation present and if I have enough left over will get one for me as well.
I really need to go to the post office before it closes. I have a book to mail out for review. Talk about an expense, it costs $5 to mail one and then there's no guarantee that they'll get reviewed. I never read my reviews, good or bad, so I really don't know what's being said. All I know is a bad review would discourage me for months no matter how many good ones I got. And anyway, it's best not to start believing your own hype, as far as the good ones go. Be humble, be real, and write what the Spooky Guy and I like. Even if nobody reads it, I guess. That's my motto.
Later on.
The Cheesemeister was clobbered by frozen breasts! See this and other useless news at the Crappy Times.
Brittney gives an incredible gift to her friends and associates for Valentine's Day.
Discussions of family dynamics and fuckery at the Psych Hell. Not for the faint of heart or those who lack compassion. There is a reason I don't list this blog. But seeing as none of my damn blogs have any readership, I don't think it matters. I'm really beginning to think the fucking troll cursed me because he was pissed that I went to great lengths to expel him. If you don't think curses work? Well, they don't always. But sometimes they do. And I've been on the receiving end of them before. But this is a discussion for the esoteric blog some other time.
Oh yeah, happy fucking birthday to the crusty black flower/old bat (both being avatars for the same ill-tempered excuse for a human being) tomorrow. The Cheesy Lily will be 43 years old and looks every day of it and then some. And she is not in a very good frame of mind right now.
I changed the comments to not open in a popup window because there is some fuckery going on with my computer. I have re-installed Firefox several times (actually I have to reinstall it a few times a week to make it run) but still the comment window comes up as just a sliver and I can't resize it. I can't wait to get a new computer! This is a "What the hell, it runs" computer. And I'm grateful, but it's old and has a lot of glitches. I'm getting my son a Toughbook for his graduation present and if I have enough left over will get one for me as well.
I really need to go to the post office before it closes. I have a book to mail out for review. Talk about an expense, it costs $5 to mail one and then there's no guarantee that they'll get reviewed. I never read my reviews, good or bad, so I really don't know what's being said. All I know is a bad review would discourage me for months no matter how many good ones I got. And anyway, it's best not to start believing your own hype, as far as the good ones go. Be humble, be real, and write what the Spooky Guy and I like. Even if nobody reads it, I guess. That's my motto.
Later on.
