Warning: random MTV comments. The boob tube is on.
There are a bazillion blogs nowadays. Seems as if all the cool kids have 'em.
Some are just so gosh darn interactive. They've got links in the text, links on the sides, stick figure drawings of boobies, graphics, photo albums, different skins, and posted pictures.
I don't know anyone, well if anyone, around here actually uses Movable Type for their blogs but me. I just log in and type this crap.
I'm just stuck with my words. Seems pretty boring to me. I don't think I've had any good stories lately. Most of my posts have been spastic. And my rants have been lacking their rantiness. I mean hell, I haven't even used the word cunt in months.
I just want to post a picture. How do I do that?
Why is making this site look cool so complex to me. I read about polychlorinated biphynals for a living, you'd think I could add in a bit o' script here and there.
All those MTV chicks have fake boobs. I want me some fake boobs. I want to wear a shirt with some half cantelopes sticking out.
Today I picked up Zoe. She's going to have her eyes and hearing checked tomorrow. When her friend's mom, Blondie, and I were talking about it, Zoe started immediately freaking. She got ear tubes as a kid, but ever since then she freaks at all things medical. On the way home she started crying, then said, "Mommy, what if they want to take my eyeballs out?"
It was hard not to laugh.
Ok, MTV is on. These RW/RR challenges are so lame. These people are such pussies. I'd love to see them whine like that at a real job.
I had so many ambitions to log on here, look up a recipe for chicken or cheese enchiladas and then go make them.
So instead, I sat here, read some bloggage, ate like 10 thin mints (girl scout cookies are the devil. I usually buy them, then give them to the folks at work - like the mailroom and repro. Instead like an asshole, I kept a box), and now I'm sitting here trying to think of something interesting to type.
I have laundry to do. I need to go make my lunch. And I need to get Z in the tub.
Zoe's class is on Spring Break. Even though she's in daycare, it's a private prekindergarden, they still get a break. You know, from coloring frogs and learning subtraction. So they got to go on a field trip to the park. I went to pick her up and she's got mud all over her shirt. Turns out she fell on her ass at the park. Her pants are one big slog of mud.
Ashlee Simpson deserves to get hemorroids. I know plenty of moms that get them after they have kids, but if anyone deserves them, it's her.
That kid Landon is hot. What a tool though.
Ok, I have to go be productive. There is way too much guilt associated with this post. My laundry is crying out to be washed. So is my kid.
Good to see you round, Thorn. I miss you girlies.
P.S. Anyone that wants to send Zoe a birthday card for my project, I'd love to have you all do it. Just email me and I'll send you the address.
Ciao.
Posted by debutaunt at March 9, 2005 07:57 PMThere's an "upload file" option on the left when you're typing in your text. If you click that, you can browse your computer to find a photo to post. Once you find it, click the "upload" thing and it will give you directions to start an entry with the image embedded (it's part of the entry) or as a pop up (where you click it and it opens in its own window). If you choose pop up, you can make a smaller thumbnail that will post so that if you click the thumbnail, it will open the image full size in a pop up--you just make the numbers smaller in the screen that comes up next. You'll see it.
You can also choose to see the html instead of having it start a new entry for you. So like, if you want the photo at the end and have already typed up the entry, DON'T CHOOSE START A NEW ENTRY! It will delete everything. Many explitives. Just choose "show me the html" and copy/paste.
So far as all the other stuff--they're design elements. A lot of people use MT. They've just had designs done where they've specifically asked for dancing titties n' stuff.
Posted by: Candyass at March 10, 2005 05:34 PMi want to see the real world kids fight like that at a real job.
Posted by: Sarcastic Journalist at March 10, 2005 09:06 PM