Oh please. (Mental note: must remember to change password to journal this weekend.)
I’ve been playing around with the menu so you’ll see this strange red floating thing. Haven’t quite worked out all the kinks but I like it better than the big black sidebar. This whole web stuff is just too much fun!
Setting the record straight
OK, there needs to be a little reckoning here. All of you in web-land have been receiving some very one sided information. I was ousted from Blogger-ville a while ago and not able to refute the charges against me. But now I’ve hacked my way back in and before the landlady get’s wind of this I’m going to give you my story.
First: The Guestbook – July 21st Blog
There was some extreme exageration about the guestbook setup. Now I did spend 3 days working on a guestbook form and starting in on the CGI script, but this delay was too intolerable for some ‘antsy-pants’. Much to this person’s credit she did find that our ISP already had guestbook fiees ready to use and downloaded them. But I *actually* set up (except for the lavendar background color) our current page and got everything working. I don’t know where this 90% C, 10% K thing came from. Right about that time my Blog priveledges were revoked, now I’m starting to see a pattern of behavior.
Second: The Laundry – July 24th Blog
Now let’s get one thing straight. I am a laundry machine. I can pump out a load of fully seperated, washed, and dried clothes in less than 1.5 hrs. I can wash a load of laundry as well as George W. Bush can give a tax break to big oil. When do you do laundry? Do you come home from a long day at work, walk your dog, do the dishes, then start a load of laundry at 9pm at night – which will take 1.5 hrs to finish? No, you do your laundry Sat. or Sun. morning when there’s plenty of time to go around the house and find all of someone’s ‘little dainties’ which are strewn around everywhere. Now, when someone – we’ll call her ‘person B’ – wakes up does she want to do laundry right away when it’s hot? No! She want’s her coffee and her breakfast, and that IS all. There will be no talk of anything else until the grumpmiester, er, person B has had her morning coffee. The fact that she normally walks by the laundry room – with all it’s baskets of washed, but *cold*, laundry – in the morning means nothing. Now, you may be asking yourself, if person B needs clean clothes and person A does the laundry on the weekend why can’t person B just ask for the clothes to be warmed up when she’s ready to fold them? Why does person A have to figure out when person B will be ready fold laundry 1.5 hrs before hand – so that the laundry will be at optimum folding temperature? Surely the stress of this guessing game would cause any young, good-looking, innocent laundery-dude to crack and accuse person B of being a “laundry-nazi.” Why can’t we all just work together to live in laundry-peace?
Thank you for listening to the truth 🙂
Well the guest book is up and running. It’s implementation was 90% Chrissie and 10% Kevin. (Hold the applause please). Actually, all I did was check out our ISP site and sure enough, all you had to do was toggle the option for a guestbook and they did the rest. This made Kevin rather grumpy as he was been trying to write a guestbook from scratch for about, oh, four months or so. He says my guest book is lame and no one will want to sign it. We’ll see.
I’ve decided to implement a reward system – anyone who signs my guest book will get….. Hmmm, I’ll have to think of something good.
It’s too early for me to be witty seeing as I woke up before noon today. I need a full 12 hours of sleep to be at peak journal capacity. Sorry I have no link today, fresh out, but come back tomorrow and I’ll have restocked. I promise.
I decided to change this to my own Journal. Kevin has agreed to an occasional post or witty comment but the pressure of constant creativity was just too much for him. He’s decided to focus his creative talents to the html portion of this site so even though he may not appear too often, his presence is here in spirit.
There’s a ghost in my inbox.
I’ll be working along, deep in my own little world, when up pops a message box. New mail has arrived. Would you like to read it now? I’ve decided that my inbox ghost is very sneaky. He only sends me mail when he knows I am on a roll and I will click “no” and get back to my deep thought. Here’s the mysterious part. When I head back to my inbox to read the new message, it’s gone. That’s right, gone. Nada. Zilch. Zero.
Lately, I’ve gotten wise. I try to catch him at his own game. When I see that little box, I hit “Yes”, cackling quietly to myself. Mostly, it’s just spam or some lame joke that pops up. But this last time, I think I caught him in the act because I hit yes and was told that the message had been moved and was no longer available. Hmmmm. Not only can he send me messages but he can move them around my mail box.
I’m going to stake out my inbox tonight. Just me, a flashlight and a bag of oreos. You want new mail, I’ll show you new mail…..
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