The big 5-0. 0.
This is my five-hundredth post. God damn!
Five things the rest of the world likes that I don't (meme ganked from midwest grrl)
1) Coke/Pepsi
2) Beaches
3) Coffee
4) Medium-point pens
5) Beer
Hmm, three beverages on that list. Hey, is the root "bev" related to the latin "beber"?
I just recently heard that if you are about to sneeze but can't quite, really, that you should look up at a light. So I just tried that, looking up at the bare bulb above my desk, and a) that really hurt my eyes, and b) I was too distracted by the thoughts, "Damn, that really hurts my eyes. Am I supposed to keep staring at it? I can't, it hurts too much to" to actually sneeze. So.
This is my five-hundredth post on what was original like a rose trope and is now doinstuff.org, and it rolled over, and I am sure as hell counting it. I like milestones, even if they're completely arbitrary in the grand scheme of things.
Yesterday, I did the equivalent of picking up the phone and matter-of-factly dialing the number of a person I've not spoken to in years. The metaphorical equivalent. I signed into the account I used for the blog that I kept before OlaRT, remembered the password and everything, and there it is: a bunch of stuff I wrote four years ago. WEIRD. I abandoned it because it had just stopped working in a way I didn't understand. It wouldn't publish. My last post is sad, it says "This isn't working. I don't know what to do." And it never got published. My archives never worked, and because on more recent blogs they have worked, I thought, well hell, I'll just try to make the archives work, so I changed the archives setting and went to publish, and, "There was an error." When I clicked for more information, it said "Template is empty."
Indeed that does sound like a problem. So, anyway, I'm going to dig through the (somehow functional - I don't understand how any of this is working) old posts accessible to my account and try to get it saved somewhere.
Woohoo.
Five things the rest of the world likes that I don't (meme ganked from midwest grrl)
1) Coke/Pepsi
2) Beaches
3) Coffee
4) Medium-point pens
5) Beer
Hmm, three beverages on that list. Hey, is the root "bev" related to the latin "beber"?
I just recently heard that if you are about to sneeze but can't quite, really, that you should look up at a light. So I just tried that, looking up at the bare bulb above my desk, and a) that really hurt my eyes, and b) I was too distracted by the thoughts, "Damn, that really hurts my eyes. Am I supposed to keep staring at it? I can't, it hurts too much to" to actually sneeze. So.
This is my five-hundredth post on what was original like a rose trope and is now doinstuff.org, and it rolled over, and I am sure as hell counting it. I like milestones, even if they're completely arbitrary in the grand scheme of things.
Yesterday, I did the equivalent of picking up the phone and matter-of-factly dialing the number of a person I've not spoken to in years. The metaphorical equivalent. I signed into the account I used for the blog that I kept before OlaRT, remembered the password and everything, and there it is: a bunch of stuff I wrote four years ago. WEIRD. I abandoned it because it had just stopped working in a way I didn't understand. It wouldn't publish. My last post is sad, it says "This isn't working. I don't know what to do." And it never got published. My archives never worked, and because on more recent blogs they have worked, I thought, well hell, I'll just try to make the archives work, so I changed the archives setting and went to publish, and, "There was an error." When I clicked for more information, it said "Template is empty."
Indeed that does sound like a problem. So, anyway, I'm going to dig through the (somehow functional - I don't understand how any of this is working) old posts accessible to my account and try to get it saved somewhere.
Woohoo.
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