It’s almost over here, but we had a nice day. Hope y’all had a great one, too.
I let the Skinny One play his new video games most of the day, and have a nap too. I watched It’s A Wonderful Life this afternoon, and am about to finish watching my third Bond of the night- The Man With The Golden Gun! (I watched two Connerys already, Goldfinger and Diamonds Are Forever.)

So. Bloody. AWESOME!

Okay, gotta go! That delightfully evil Scaramanga won’t wait forever.

WordPress certainly has its challenges.

I don’t particularly care for its post editor- it’s WYSIWYG, only, er, not. For example, the last post was a meme I swiped at Geek Soap Box, and therefore I had to copy-paste it. Which was okay, except that I noticed it was acting kinda weird and making certain things bold when they really shouldn’t have been. So I dug into the HTML editor and was positively horrified by the mess I saw- I am a very basic little blogger, and I like unfrilly HTML, and this was… well stacks and nests and I think I saw a rat under there. So I just went through and fixed it up the way I liked it (well, a way I could understand and be relatively certain would work) and then it still behaved all weird. So I re-edited it in the stupid WYSIWYG editor, and finally bludgeoned it into submission, or so I thought. Damn if I didn’t hose the whole fucking thing up so badly that it bashed my entire blog template to pieces. I am STILL attempting to fix that bastard- and now this post is also giving me fits. I want another fucking line here. I hit enter, and it doesn’t put in a handy-dandy carriage return at all. In this spot, I get nothin’. Between my other paragraphs, fine. Here, not a chance in hell.

See? RIGHT HERE. I WANT ANOTHER GODDAMN LINE! ASSHOLE! (Ah HA! To get it to work, I have to swear at it.)

And then I come back to check on things again, and realize while looking at my post manger thingy that my “How Many 5-Year-Olds” quiz had been marked as a “private” post. (Yes, I see that I typoed “manager” as “manger”. I will leave it, it is my dorky Christmastime joke for you all. A post manger. Hah. Maybe there was no more room at the INNternet?) So apparently it was there for me, but not y’all.

I swear, it was the floor buffer. When I learned the floor buffer it pushed out the computer stuff I had in my brain.

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Ta-da.

I am not going to publish a comment from someone who refuses to leave a name.

Even though it’s probably just the Dread Pirate. O_o

Don’t count on me to start tearing into blogging quite yet. It’s that whole holiday season thing.

But I am glad you are here. Really.

If commenting acts weird, let me know (if you are here you likely have already emailed me). I don’t know if I have it set up properly. I will be checking on the blog, just not updating like crazy yet. I am sure you all understand.

Blogrolling took a shit today, so my new blogroll is going to look wrong until they come back up and relinquish my links. If you’re supposed to be on there and don’t see your link, please don’t be sad. I am not snubbing you. I just can’t easily recall your site’s address right now.

That’s why I keep a blogroll in the first place, so I don’t have to keep things like this in my poor addled brain.

Welcome.

I will continue to bring you high-quality cussing, harsh tones and violent tendencies.

‘Cause that’s what I do.