You may have noticed my blog looks different. It was time for a change. A clean-sweep. There will be some more cosmetic changes (done tastefully of course) in the future but I wanted, nay, needed to make this change now.
Also, goldfish don’t live forever y’all.
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GotC
When people write “Have a nice day.” instead of writing “Have a nice day!” it makes me feel like they don’t really want me to have a nice day.
OR
It could mean they are really really serious about me having a nice day. Too serious for exclamation marks. So serious about it, that they will, in fact, beat me up if I don’t have a nice day.
Punctuation can be harsh.
Today is my birthday and on birthdays, I think it’s nice to do what hobbits do, which is give *other* people gifts. Except this isn’t so much a gift as a “thank you note”, however, I’m sure the hobbits would approve.
Thank you, you delightful weirdos for reading this blog. For commenting on this blog. For being a part of this crazy community. For always supporting me with your laughter. You have no idea how much it means to me, how much it has kept me going when I’ve been blue or when I’ve doubted whether I should continue writing. Your laughter sustains me, but your kindness and acceptance absolutely bowls me over every day. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
And now, Sly And The Family Stone, because they can say it way cooler than I can.
Today’s thought is brought to you by Grammy.
“Honey darlin, you know those lectro-lodes in your head? I just can’t control mine!”
I know how you feel Grammy, I know how you feel.
Why do I have so many coasters?
Why?
No, really. Someone tell me please. I think I have a problem.
Captain Thoughtful: Do you mind if I watch the Spurs game while you play on the computer?
Me: Play on the computer? Play on the computer? I’m not playing on the computer. I’m working to expand my social reach so people will read my blog and then pay me to write for a living.
Captain Thoughtful: Do you mind if I watch the Spurs game while you work to expand your social reach so people will read your blog and pay you to write for a living?
Me: I’m blogging this.
Captain Thoughtful: So, was that a yes on the Spurs game….???
We ended up watching the Military History Channel. Did you know that one of George Washington’s Generals was once arrested for “wenching”? Because I was like “Sounds like his yankee doodle was dandy indeed.” And then I laughed and laughed and laughed.
Should I or should I not advertise on this blog?
I’ve always hesitated to do so because it’s y’all that matter the most to me. Your follows, your comments, your support. But also, getting paid to blog? That sounds nice.
So, I’m leaving it up to y’all.
What’cha think?
Also, if you’re wondering why I’m not making this decision myself like an evil tyrant dictator without any care for my people, well then, let me share a short story with you.
Not so long ago, I woke up in the middle of the night. I was completely awake. I turned to Captain Thoughtful and said “I don’t…you know, have a penis.” then I turned over and went back to sleep. There was no context or explanation for that comment. I honestly don’t know why I said it at all, because, obviously, he’s well aware.
Is that the person you want making major decisions for this blog?
I didn’t think so.
So, I got this spam comment yesterday.
“I want to clutch your rss.”
And it’s like, yeah, I know my RSS feed brings all the robots to the yard, but you might want to turn down your desperation spammer, because my RSS has standards and doesn’t just go for any desperate robot. You need to up your game.
Oh. You meant “ass” didn’t you?
One of the great tragedies of my life is that I have a love for gray t-shirts but a terrible fear of vivible sweat-stains.
If getting equally excited about seeing Nine Inch Nails in concert and going to the antique mall is crazy, well then, that’s a thing.
