At 10:11am, I saw the count of 33,433 from a spreadsheet. This morning my odometer showed lots of double digits. I’m getting too lazy to log those nice numbers recently, too.
Monthly Archives: November 2010
Fantasy Matchmaking
I’m a failure in love and light. What could have been a happy-ever-after has brought me here: Blogging about other people’s lives. A thought occurred to moi a few minutes ago: The new guy and little Charissa (assuming she likes “men”) would be perfect together if not a nice match! I’m feeling giggly inside again! Why? Their heights would be perfect! Their smiling eyes and nice attitudes would match! Brouhaha! Seriously, if she wants to make kids, hey, there is this Irish guy waiting for her! I’m assuming he’s not taken, of course. And you know how cute guys are ALWAYS taken! Hahaha! Neat!
Zapping Neck
Since my sickness started on All Hallows Day, I’ve had this itchy feeling behind the back flap of my left nostril and somewhere on top where the Eustachian tube is located.
So, last night, I used DC’s zapper, which I placed on my neck on the left side – vertically to maximize coverage of the throat area. In a few minutes and thank goodness the batter was weaker so as to not cause severe burns, my itchy, dry feeling in that area is gone!
However, I’ve experienced post nasal drip during this morning’s 9:15am mass. The air was circulating downwind to my left nostril and I had to counteract the coughing spell with a Peppermint Lifesaver.
The mass was made more horrible in part by the singers (i.e. the old church lady with a high beehive of blond hair). She’s a VERY nasty German. Ack! And her singing is not the best. The microphone needs to be turned down or at least used to club the singers over the head for loud music!
I had to plug my ears during the ordeal. I wasn’t embarrassed to express my displeasure around tall, white folks. They were scary. Their skull structures are weird. Their hair styles are weird.
The whole place was teaming with un-singing, non-responsive robots (i.e. a group of Filipino with blond and red dye jobs.) Maw had informed them of donuts in the chapel and the tall teenagers seemed spaced-out. There was a darker-skinned Pinoy with solemn look behind a dark hooded sweat shirt waiting elsewhere in a solitary way.
Once again, the parish is teaming with reptoids and other crazy nutballs who are religious fanatics.
But I digress. I feel much better after zapping the cooties away. If only I could find a more powerful orgone device that would cause these entities to shape-shift, I’d be all the merrier. Maybe for once, the place will be made more “serene”.
20101128-Trying Theme
Gosh darn it! I’ve switched WordPress.com themes again! This time it’s:
DePo Masthead by Derek Powazek/Noel Jackson — A classy template that draws on classic magazine design design for a simple, bold style. Read more about DePo Masthead →
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The header:
Since my “Site Title” — “The Blogging Path” — was really big, I changed it back to “Flynn’s Blog” without the letter “s” – a plural form. I made use of the Theme Options (Author Box Text: Leaving this field blank will insert the blog author’s name.) It’s supposed to be for the “author’s name” but used the longer “Site Title” instead. By using the mouse/hover over “The Blogging Path,” one could see the “Tagline” read as “Alternative topics and other rants”. The header portion now looks “logical”.
Since this theme doesn’t have a “custom menu” I had to redo the pages and make five pages parents with the rest children under the “Contents” page. The “front/home page” is now a static page – “Howdy!” And the “posts page” is called “blog”.
The sidebar widgets are placed logically in the three bottom bars as usual – links, archives and other crap.
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Addendum-Last edited by FLYNN on 20101129 at 02:03:11 AM UTC: Forget it! I switched themes again! Bah!
20101128-More Spooks
Well, after reading the RSS feed to the Matt meister’s weblog site, I visited a site proudly powered by WordPress. I see nine unfriendly and unsmiling reptoids posing as the front page of the site. One could see in their faces: Their skin texture is not smooth, sporting pock-marks and wrinkles as if they smoke lots of pot. They wear mostly all black outfits. And they appear tough, only mothers of these boys could love thugs like them. They have over-inflated muscles and popping veins, fit for steroidal injections. Their foreheads have nasty bumps, too.