Thursday, March 27, 2008
One thing I do not enjoy (never did) was the tedious HTML coding I had to dig up from my dusty old brain from high school geek classes, mindless hours spent in front of a computer pretending to do typing class when I was writing code instead.
So, because I’m still fairly sick from whatever ailment befell me (my friends refer to me as Patient Zero), this is going to be short:
Whoever’s got a nice, easy webdesigning software available for me to set up a more permanent account is greatly appreciated.
Because sticking to just Blogger.com (no offense to Blogger) is boring, and my goldfish mind is wandering away from the cruddy old templates.
I’d like to be able to post multimedia, etc.
And I’m too damn lazy to have to find one myself.
Love yas!
Monday, March 24, 2008
Let’s start by saying: I grew up in a Christian family. I am not anti-Christian.
But lets get this straight: I wonder at those who choose to celebrate the death of their supposed deity.
That and he (no, I will not capitalize that “H”) isn’t the first known god-figure to have died, risen, etc etc. (Osiris, Mithra, et al). Do not try to tell me why your belief system is better than anyone else’s. You are free to believe what you like, but do not presume you are right. So no, I will not appologize to anyone offended by my title. If you have a problem with that, go fuck another pineapple.
The blog will be short, as the death of good ol’ JC decided to be celebrated on the same weekend as my first anniversary with Jamie (read: Hazmat Hottie from the Dating Fiascos 2006 blogs).
So I’m busy cooking, cleaning, primping, and de-hairing myself into happy oblivion.
By the way, what the fuck is with the fact that the day JC died keeps moving around? Why bother celebrating Easter when it doesn’t even stay on the same damn day every year?
Just give me my damn chocolates.
