caughtintheXfire
Friday, September 12, 2003
 
My blogroll is moved...
And, now I will be, too. All that's left is to try to get the archives over there. In the meantime: it's http://caughtintheXfire.mu.nu (That's typed-not a link-sorry. (We all know by now I suck at linking, right?)
 
Jesus Christmas.....
Johnny Cash is gone too. Guess he couldn't stand being without June anymore. Today is a good day to HIDE if your name is John, it seems. Criminy.
 
WTF?!!?
John Ritter is dead. I'll be damned. (Hell, I probably already am.)
 
Hi everybody!
I don't have the blogroll or site meter at the new place yet, but I am posting over there. If I could get this stupid linking to work, I'd gladly post a link, but... Y'all can change your links anyway, if ya want to. Everything about the address is the same except the end. No more.blogspot.com. It's now .mu.nu (I didn't include the 'period' there to keep it clear...okay?) I read somewhere that Blogsnot has incorporated BloggerPro into the free version. Wonderful. I'm still outta here. It just occured to me...Do ya think I oughta keep 'em both? Use the new place for regular posting and keep this one for other (i.e.: dumb, angry or whatever) stuff? I don't know. Some people do have more than one blog. Why is that?
Wednesday, September 10, 2003
 
Naturally...
BLOGSPLAT LINKING SUCKS THE WEENIE!!!!
 
Yes, I've moved...but
I'll be coming back here for the blogroll until it gets moved. Sure as hell wouldn't waste a trip for the plethora of comments.... My hand to God, I've gotten more comments in ONE DAY at mu.nu than I have here total. Know what? I'm going to try something here.... There is supposed to be a link to the new site. Bet it doesn't show up. (They never have before, but, now that I think about it, it just might show up, since I'm moving, now...just to mind-frick me.) Here goes nuttin'...
 
Alright, come on now...
I've got two searches for John Heil, ex-Mayor of Alloway and not one comment? Who are you? Do I know you? Do you live in Alloway? C'mon...don't make me start whining....I miss Alloway and most of the people in it.... Even if ya don't wanna say who you are, at least let me know what the fascination is with Mr. Heil. He was/is(?) such a nice man... Talk to me...please...(damn it). lmao.....
 
I am outta heah....
New address is http://caughtintheXfire.mu.nu I just typed this in. Y'all know how bad Blogsplat and I get along when it comes to links... Maybe when I've been awake for a while, I'll figure it out. In the meantime....I'll be around somewhere. (Probably accidentally messing something up.)
 
Now..ya smartass...
Hah, ya stupid template! I got my archives back...sort of. They are safely stored in my favorites. I went into the site meter, clicked on that Buford Pusser search and it took me back to when I had my archives, so I took the opportunity to favorite both months. Ya lil booger. And.... I'm moving to mu.nu. I'm not sure exactly when, but 'ever' suits me fine. I'll definitely put the link here (or new address-whatever...y'all know me and linking) when I do move. In the meantime, I'll keep chuuging away here. After I get up. After I go to bed-real soon. I've got Eric up and on his merry way. Now, if I can just peel myself away from here, my poor, sand-filled, crossed eyes would sure appreciate it. So would my mushy, pin-prick hemorrhaging brain. And, my stiffern-a-guy-on-Viagra back. So, I guess I'll give in...for a while. See ya's later...
 
LMAO
I had to go back and fix a coupla words in that last post. The one that's got me lmao, is that I typed "Shook me all night log" instead of 'long'. Sorta the same thing, sorta not, huh? Sounds like something a Beatle would say....shook me all night log...God. More to the point, it sounds like a Beatle (probably Ringo) describing what he does after he pees. I'm outta here....
 
Five questions...one more time
Actually, Geoff gave us nine questions. The extras were in case we didn't feel comfortable answering the first five. I've decided to give 'em all a shot. Two or three of 'em won't be easy to answer, but, what the hell. I'll give it my best shot. 1. Should marriage between same sex couples be federally recognized? Why or why not? I really don't see why not. If any two people can find love and committment in this f'ed up world, who is the government to stand in their way? God knows that couples comprised of a man and a woman can be a horrid combination and that they can and do perpetrate their dysfunction upon children and the rest of society. We all already pay for that. Yet, they get all the help and all the 'federal recognition'. Give same sex couples a break. They need help taking care of each other, too. And, I'll bet ya a disproportionate number of them are better people and couples than heterosexuals. Hell, they can't be much worse. Fucking with people based on who they sleep with is utterly stupid. Our asinine government should use all that wasted energy they spend on screwing with same sex couples on say...terrorists, for example. Or homeless people. Or improperly schooled children. Whatever. There are a lot better things our government could be doing than worrying about who sleeps with whom. 2. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you spend it doing? Well, this one's easy. I've always said that if I were a guy I spend days on end playing with my winkie. I'd be peeing on everything that couldn't run away. And, trying for a few things that could. Man, it is so not fair. Guys get to pee whenever and wherever they want. We women have to trek about 40 miles, usually, to find a bathroom that the bitch ahead of us peed on the seat in and that has no toilet paper. If I could be one specific guy, I'd be Eric so I could see what he sees in me. Besides, after I'd figured that out, I'd have sooo much to play with.... 3. What does the American flag mean to you? Now, this one ain't easy. September 11, 2001 screwed me all up. I used to just look at it like a red, white and blue piece of cloth that our politicians pissed all over. They made it mean next to nothing for me. I adopted the Georgia State flag and the POW flag as my flags. They meant something. Then, Georgia caved and changed their flag to some rag I can't even bear to look at. Idiots. But, I still have the POW flag. Not even the damn government can ruin the meaning of that flag. Then.....9/11/01. Now, the American flag means to me: Todd Beamer. His courage, bravery, balls and faith changed me. The American flag stands for him now, to me. For him and for what our leaders should be...but aren't. 4. Is the war in Iraq illegal? Support your answer. I'm not sure I understand this one. 'Illegal'...as in against the law? Apparently not, as it is being done. Is it wrong? Only that it took us so long to do it. We should have started it on 9/12/01. Besides, isn't it 'illegal' and wrong to hijack airplanes, fly them into buildings and kill thousands of people? Fuck the legalities. Those towel-headed pricks started this shit, let's finish it. And them. 5. Some states require community service for people on public assistance. Is this appropriate? Why? I think so. The public is helping you, you help the public. Besides, we don't need these people getting used to not working, now do we? If I ever accepted any kind of public assistance, I'd feel compelled to do something constructive in return. Makes sense, too. Are you sure a government of some kind thought of this? 6. If you could bed down anyone alive today, who would it be and why did you choose them? Jeez, Geoff. Who do you hang around with that you felt the need to specify 'alive'? (You're scarin' me, Big Guy.) I take it you mean besides Eric. Seeing how I just started an AC/DC CD, Malcolm Young springs to mind. Fuckin' gorgeous...and then there's that whole 'cut your cake with my knife' thing. I've always wondered about that. (Wondered who came up with such a dorky way to say "I wanna fark you", that is.) Let's see....Kurt Russell is awesome. Dwight Yoakam also comes to mind. With those tight-assed jeans he wears, I'd like to get him naked to see why there's no pleasing bulge in the front. (Needledick, no doubt.) I don't know....who, who, who? Hmmm. Acidman so Da Goddess's head would explode? Nononono. Ummmm.....Dude, I am just so completely in love with and satisfied by Eric, I can't think of anybody. If I do, I'll come back to this one. 7. Of all your possessions, which would you hate to lose the most? Discounting Eric and my animals because they are not 'possessions', I'd have to say my car. That would screw everything all up and be a complete pain in the ass to replace. 8. What car best suits your personality? Well, I love my Firebird, but I'd trade it for an F-150 in a skinny minute. The 'Bird suits my 'adult' personality. A really solid, kick-ass Ford pickup suits all of my personality perfectly. Think totally tweaked truck with big tires, roll bar, tool box, lights, gun rack, sliding back window, 4-wheel drive, retarded bumper stickers...a black Ford with red pin-striping like that. A real Redneckmobile. Give me one of those, an Army Corp. of Engineers river dike, a gravel pit or a mudhole and watch the fun. Or, better yet, come with me...if ya dare. 9. Why do you blog? Release. To dump all the crap outta my head and maybe find some answers to shit that's been makin' me crazy forever. It's also nice to find out that there are people who think the same things I do and feel the same ways I do about things. Besides, it's legal...which my other form of 'therapy' is not. Whew. Well, if there's anyone who wants to answer some questions, just say so. I won't do what I did last time. Last time, I asked for a comment to that affect and got one that said "comment" and ran with it. This time, feel free to comment. Unless you say so, I won't take it as a request to be interviewed. Okay? Cool. (AC/DC kicks ASS!) "Shook me all night long" is what's playing right now. I'll be back shortly...of course. I'm only 5'8". (Do I have a choice about it being 'shortly'?)
 
Da Blues...
For some reason tonight, I've found myself writing about Stevie Ray Vaughan all over the place. To me, he is the best guitar player there is, was or will be in my lifetime. Of course, there are about a hundred guys in second place, but not one of them is Stevie Ray. Not only does he own my heart because of himself and his guitar playing, he'll always mean more to me than any other guitar player because of how I found out about him. One of the best friends I've ever had in my life, in terms of having things in common and feeling the same way about stuff and understanding what can't be articulated was Anderson Wood Harris. Also known as Andy, also known as Dru. He was (murdered) killed by an inattentive truck driver (asshole) several years ago. The jerk-off Olde Dominion driver ran a stop sign and managed to wedge Andy's truck under his trailer and drag him about a quarter of a mile up the road sideways. That Chevy pickup was buried to beyond the windshield under that fuckhole's trailer. He ground Andy's rims into the shape of the capital letter "D", at night and didn't know he'd hit anything. How the fuck do you not notice something like that? How do you miss the sparks from his rims being ground down? How did ya miss all the signs leading up to the stop sign, not to mention the stop sign itself? How did ya miss the earth-shaking bang? Probably too busy playing with his stereo, CB or dick. God, forgive me, but I hope the waste-of-humanity that (murdered) killed Andy had the decency to kill himself, too. Any-friggin'-way.... After Andy was (murdered) killed, I spent quite a bit of time with his destroyed pickup. In it, I found a tape that Andy had made himself, of several artists he liked. We had been listening to it when we went to his GrandDad's funeral just a coupla weeks before. It had dirt in it and was beat up, but I kept it. I cleaned it up and popped it into my stereo when I thought I'd be able to handle it. I recognized most of the people he had on there; Roy Orbison, Marty Robbins...people like that. But, there was this one instrumental that I had heard before on Howard Stern's show, but I had no idea who it was. I asked a guy I knew in a band and he said "It sounds like Stevie Ray Vaughan." It was. Within a month, I owned every tape Stevie had made, two videos and a coupla books. I fell in love with the guy. The whole SRV experience was like a gift from Andy after he died (was ripped so rudely from my life). I don't think of one without the other comin' through, too and I believe they're together, somewhere, playing the blues, smokin' a doobage, waitin' for me. Andy is, anyway. He'll introduce me when I get there. The fact that both of these gifted, unique individuals were taken from us too soon by incompetant, inattentive, stupid assholes just makes them both more special to me. If ya start fuckin' with either one of them, ya get my blood up, my respect for you diminishes and I pity you for your obvious lack of brain function. If you bad-mouth Stevie, I just figure you're too ignorant to get it. Your loss. Ya fuck with Andy, you'll meet the business end of my "Pusser Club". (Yet another reason I'm glad to be out of Salem County, NJ.) (The "Pusser Club" is a signed axe handle I bought while visiting the "Buford Pusser Home and Museum". ) Someone earlier tonight (who shall remain nameless, even though he did almost piss me off-like he cares) was saying that his favorite artist made a lot of money from a song with three chords. So? Stevie knew and used all the chords. So, ppppfffftttt to ya.
 
Wow!!!!
I've never been prouder of a search query than I am of the one for Buford Pusser. Someone found me while lookin' for him. Damn. That's one association I am very dad-gum proud of... People have come here looking for Alloway, NJ (the town I grew up in), Biff Rose (the guy I associate with the song 'Buzz the Fuzz') and all other kindsa strange shit. But, to find me when you're lookin' for Buford? I do like that.
Tuesday, September 09, 2003
 
Speakers are cool....
One good thing about the last computer dying like it did, is the fact that this computer showed up with speakers attached. That's right...the entire time I've been messing around on computers, I've never used one that made noises before. I was so used to that, I didn't even think to plug these speakers in until a day or two ago. Well, my God....the things I been hearing lately. And, the animals reactions to it are beyond hysterical. The very first thing I heard, besides that bonging noise when you get your mail, was a donkey braying at a 'karaoke sucks' site that I went to off Dax's page. Mind you, it was about 12:30am when this phenomenon occured for the first time and I wasn't expecting it. I fell out....first the noise itself was funny, then to see all the animals converging from different locations to see what the hell I was doing....Oh, God. (They've never 'heard' a computer, either. All they know is tapping noises from me typing and occasional hysterics from something I've read or done.) Then, I went to Social Reject's place. This chick has got the coolest shit on her page. Her posts are great to begin with, but then ya start checking out her 'cool stuff'....I think I spent about 6 or 7 hours 'favorite-ing' stuff from there. She's got this one thing...The Idiot Test. Jesus H. Christ....I hurt myself laughing at that. Every cat I own immediately jumped up on this table and began sniffing around, trying to find out where it was coming from. Then, I did that "Poke the Penguin' thing. It's cool in itself, but to hear it....Then, I found that cat that follows your mouse. Well, that thing purrs and meows. I didn't know that! And, they must use a recording of a real cat, because mine went nuts over that. I even got to hear Mr. Ed on a site (maybe Snopes) where they try to convince you he was a Zebra. (I was born in the morning, but not yesterday morning...I know a Palomino when I see one. I also know a Zebra when I see one. Believe me, their conformations are completely different.) But, it was cool to hear Mr. Ed....which by the way is being run again on TVLand. I saw Sharon Tate on an episode the other day. I saw Clint Eastwood on an episode, too, when they used to show it on Nick-at-Nite. I do, however, have a coupla questions about this: If you can hear some stuff, can you hear everything? Or, do you have to download something to get everything? Is there a way to know ahead of time if a site has sound, besides past experience with said site? Is there a volume control somewhere? I need to turn this thing down a tad. At 12:30am, that donkey was loud. (So was the 'Idiot Test', btw...) Oh, and how do you get the "RioPort Audio Manager" bar to get off the bottom bar, down there with the start button? I haven't totally shut the 'puter off, yet. I suppose that would work, but is there a correct way to make it go away? Well, I'm off again to find more silly shit to listen to. This is like being on the Net for the first time all over again. So cool...
 
Good thing you said that, RJ.....
I ratted this template out to Kevin at Wizbang. He fixed it once before. Back in the days when my blog was "devoted entirely to getting comments installed", a phrase that still comes to mind and cracks me up. After I emailed (went boo-hooing to, my computer says) him, I noticed that he says he's gonna be really busy for a while....so, I thought to myself "Okay...maybe RJ...." then you come along, giggling your hiney off at this mess called 'me'. I loved that comment... "Wish I could help, but I'm laughing too hard..." Me too. Ya frickin' nut... The only bad thing is when you're in the house, by yourself, and someone comes in from milking cows (or anywhere else in the universe) and finds you in a giggling heap on the floor with dogs and cats sitting around watching. Which only makes ya laugh harder at the looks on their faces. Especially, the persons face... (Put the phone down, Eric...I swear, I'll be fine soon...I hope...no need for the nice men in white jackets yet. But, if they happen to have a shot of morphine or something...we can talk.) Okay, so for now, my plan is to give it a few days to see if Kevin/God takes pity on my sorry ass, or if it may just 'heal itself' one more time for me. If not, I have thought of a possible way of figuring this out. I could start another blog, just enough to have that template to copy from to restore this one. Whatta ya think? Would that work? If I can't get it done one of those ways, I'll just start begging random technical types for help...as soon as I figure out which who's they are. (Well, ya didn't expect me to call them 'ones' and then ask 'em for help, did ya?) If none of that works....I still have three choices. Start a whole new blog (pfft), leave it that way for the rest of eternity (most likely), or get brave, try to fix it myself and wind up making it worse(S.O.P. for me). Hell, if I try doing this by myself, going by past experiences, I'll probably delete the entire Internet, somehow. I swear, I've come close before. Anyhoo (Rod), stay tuned for more comical ineptitude, incessant and creative swearing and possible computer mutilation here on your local 'Computer Bonehead Station'. (CBS)
Monday, September 08, 2003
 
Have I mentioned....
that I hate computers only slightly less than I hate being this computer-illiterate? I feel like (and am) such a moron. Can't even fix a template....links?...pfft. Please. Honestly...how can I drive a car, yet not be able to fix a template? It's stupid. I'm stupid. I'm not sure why, but this makes me hate Bill Gates even more. (I've been blaming every computer problem I've had for the last three weeks on him. Just seems fitting.) Over-paid, monopolizing, ugly turd. BITE ME, GATES. You suck.
 
Alright, ya stupid, damn template....
Your ass is grass. And, hopefully, Kevin is gonna be a lawnmower. I just ratted you out. That's right, I did. I told Kevin what you're putting me through. Last time ya mind-fricked me, he fixed your ass. I got my comments. Now, I want my archive dates back...ya dork. In a single line, like they're supposed to be. You could be nice and let me do it, but......nnnoooooo. You want to play. Fine. Kevin'll get ya straight. Then, template-from-hell, you can bite me because I'm never even gonna look at you again. Punk.
 
Fine.
Fuck you, stay that way. Got-damn stupid piece of plastic SHIT.
 
Take three...
Take three Valium and come back later...muuuch later.
 
Sigh....
Well, that was cute. I managed to replace the dates completly....with stupid words about 'Blogger Archives'...in blue. I hate computer templates.
 
And, again...
Take two...
 
Hope I didn't just make this worse...
I'm trying to 'fix' my archives. Back when I was screwin' around, trying to get the comments to work, I somehow re-did the archives title thing. The dates used to be one line per month. Then I did whatever I did and it split the dates into two lines. Which takes up too much space and looks stupid. I'm alao trying to remember how to change the colors of the blogroll. I'd like it to be burgandy before a visit and blue, or something after. So, if this blog disappears...you'll know why. Pray for me...I'm goin' in.....
 
Good Grief!!
I finally got around to plugging in the speakers on this computer. It made a few random noises when I checked my mail. Then, I clicked on a 'Karaoke sucks' link over at Dax Montana's and my computer brayed at me! Several times. All the cats and both dogs came running up to look for whatever in the hell it was screaming. The cute part is, is that as far as they're concerned, all they found was ME. They all sorta exchanged glances, raised a coupla eyebrows, a coupla them shrugged and they all left. I'm still giggling. It's quit braying, thank God. What a first sound to hear. Thank ya, Dax!
Sunday, September 07, 2003
 
Might you be a redneck if....
you have VHS tapes with 'labels' made of duct tape? Written on with a Sharpie?
 
Man, I wish I'd a thought a that....
Is it just me, or is insurance the biggest scam ever to be perpetrated upon humankind? We give some jerk our money just in case something bad happens. Then, if something bad does happen to happen, not only does this fuckknob not want to give us back some of the money we've given him to fix shit, this shit stain then demands more of our money because something bad happened to happen. Okaaaay. Seems to me, if we just kept our money in the first place, we could just grab some to fix whatever bad thing happened on our own. Or, if these asshole insurance companies want to play it this way, we should be garaunteed to not have bad shit happen by paying for insurance. Then if something bad does happen, it's the insurance companies fault and they'd have no case to not pay up...like we have to do. Damn, I wish I could deal with insurance the way I do God and religion.....ya know?
 
What's so good about it?
Reading Mr. Carlin made me think of a few things. One of which is 'Good Friday'. Now, I'm not a Catholic or anything...but... Before I go on, let me state for the record that I think organized religion is crap. I believe in God, I think of Jesus as a really gorgeous, older brother/mentor-type and I'm not scared to admit it. I don't look down at people who do go to church, it's just not for me. However..... What da hell is with this 'Good Friday' stuff? Yeah, yeah...I know the story. I got that. What I don't get is why it's called good. According to the story, Friday is the day Jesus was nailed to the cross and crucified. What in the name of all that is holy is good about that? Good for who? Us? Oh, please. Put yourself in his position and then explain to me what's so good about it. It stirkes me as shamefully selfish to call it "good" Friday. I, myself, would never ask anyone to go through something like that for me, let alone call it "good" if they did it anyway. If ya wanna call any part of that 'good', how about "Good Sunday"? That's the day he rose, after all. We could even go so far as to call it "Great Sunday". It would make a hell of a lot more sense...don't ya think? If you still insist on calling it 'Good Friday', at least be honest about it. Call it what it is...'Good for me, bad for Jesus Friday'. Because, it really was. Ya know-this is exactly the sort of thing that keeps me from joining an organized religion. Hypocrisy, well-meaning, yet horrific conundrums like this and no reasonable or logical explanations. And I call myself bent-headed....
 
Thank you, Lord...
I have no idea what happened, but I've got everything back now. I can finally see the Xfire page again. There must be Ford parts in this computer. It seems to have the same mystifying ability my Ford pickups have had to heal itself. I would explain what happened, but I can't really remember exactly what happened, in what order or what I or Eric did about it. Suffice it to say that it worked. If one of you guys fixed it, God bless you. And, Tig, don't worry about 'echo' comments....for me, five comments is a raging discussion. And, as long as it's not me talkin' to myself all alone, I'm happy. Anyway.... George Carlin is fried and I love him. I read 'Brain Droppings' the other day, then started in on 'Napalm and Silly putty' again. He had me literally crying from laughing so hard. What should scare the HELL outta him is how alike we think. The similarity is reassuring to me, but I bet it would make him nervous....
Saturday, September 06, 2003
 
Sigh....
Unbelieveable. The last post published and I still can't get to the Xfire page. That status page about Blogger said they were having trouble but it's all fixed now. Right. How can I get this far and not be able to get the rest of the way there? I thought maybe it would go, if it published. Nope. It published and the 'page -still- cannot be displayed'. Not just damn. Damn and hell, shit, piss, bitch, the rest of the "seven forbiddens" and any other foul, filthy words you can come up with. Again-feel free to email me at srv200361 at Yahoo dot com. (If this keeps up, y'all may have to start sending emails to the State Mental Hospital.)
 
THIS SUCKS!
I can't get to my blog. Early Friday morning, this computer lost it's mind again. Eric, of all people, sat down here and messed with the stupid thing for....a loooong time. He had to use the Compaq discs that erase everything, then put it back, the new modem disc and the Earthlink disc...AGAIN. How this thing is still in one piece is beyond me. I would've resorted to 'hammer therapy' after so long. I still may. He finally had enough yesterday afternoon...right when I started my VHS tapes project...this involved reviewing, marking and rewinding approximately 350 tapes. About 10 tapes into it, Eric started yelling "SWEETIE!" every seven seconds. I wound up on the phone with Earthlink myself. Their tech-dude decided there is/was something wrong with their disc, so he ordered us another one. Then, I got off the phone with him, re-ran the old one and it worked. Of course. Eric got all excited and kept asking "How'd you DO that?". I told him it was like he had been struggling with a tight lid on a jar of pickles and all I did was schwing the lid the rest of the way off. So, Eric got the computer the rest of the day yesterday. George got all he could take after Eric passed out. I was still in VHS hell. Very early this morning, around 5:00am, I finally got done personally handling every single stupid tape I own, nobody was awake to be on the computer, so I got on. And, discovered someone ATE Blogger. Can't get on, can't get on, can't get on. Bite me, Bitch, I'm goin' to bed. I'm back now. Getting to Blogger was a complete pain right in the ass. But, I did it. Got to Blogger support page, to Blogger home page, to here, the edit/post page. My page? Hah! No CaughtintheXfire in a new window...or anywhere else. I've tried off Bloviating Inanities-can't get to my blog, or Mookies or Alices. No Blogspot blogs show up. All I get is "Page cannot be displayed". FEH!!! So, anybody have any idea what the hell is going on? If ya do, or if ya have any clues as to how to make my page exist again, could ya please E-mail me? It's srv200163 at Yahoo dot com. Please? Thank you.....(sighs with tears forming in her eyes.) I FEEL LIKE AN ORPHAN OVAH HERE!!!! HEY-ELP, HEY-ELP...Damn-sel in distress!!
Thursday, September 04, 2003
 
Which way did it go, George?
I still can't figure out why I don't have those 'new window' boxes at the bottom and I've read all the crap that's on here about Windows and IE. When I click 'view blog in new window', it gives me a new window, but not like it used to. I used to be able to go to the bottom and close stuff. Now the only way I see to do it is to click the 'x' in the upper right corner. Can ya still do linking like that? Anyone? Bueller?
 
Well, okay then...
I still don't have all the shit straight with this computer. It still freezes up (Thank you Bill Gates, ya big freakin' homo) and sometimes Earthlink forgets where I am and won't recognize my 'location', but I did manage to prune the blogroll and re-link RJ. The blogs not on the roll anymore are now in my 'favorites'. I may put 'em back, I may not. Who cares? I fixed some links, too. Now all I've gotta do is figure out linking from here (which may actually work now that I'm using a computer from this millenium), figure out why I don't get all those cool little, easy to close boxes on the next-to-the-last-line (above the "Start" button line) like I used to, do a Geocities page for extra stuff Blogsplat won't let ya do and catch up...with y'all and myself. Oh...and I gotta go pee first. LOL (Yeah, I'm still fried. Being bent-headed does have it's advantages...)
Wednesday, September 03, 2003
 
I'm back, I'm back, I'm back!!!!
First, the cat died...then the old computer had a nervous breakdown and the hard drive died, then it took for-freakin'-EVER to get this computer and get the #$%^#@!! thing to go on line. But...I DID IT!!! I'M BACK!!!!! I've missed EVERYBODY soooo bad... I hope everybody is still doing good and that everybody is still here. I'll find out, I guess. If I don't hang myself after I check the site meter...which I haven't done yet. Which I wiil right after I go visit everybody! Thank you, God.....now, can ya do anything with this headache?

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