I crawl along…
I feel like the guy in Princess Bride whose final response after getting his limbs all cut off is, basically, “I’ll bite you.”
My head has so much to say, but I’m waiting for people to help me say it. I need help with this website.
His crime was so planned out its even sicker than sick. I am suppose to be shocked that more than 100 rounds were fired?
Let’s look at the guns involved…they take what are called clips of ammunition. These are cartidges with the bullets pre-loaded. I carry a revolver and one quick-load, but that is 10 shots. To get more than a hundred shots off, he had to have a bunch of clips for each gun.
I’ll say it before and I’ll say it again…twice I should of had a gun and shot someone. A third time there was something that would have made an interesting court case (I was robbed with a knife…).
I’m not saying the answer is that everyone carry guns!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just that this kid was so fucking nuts he planned and stashed and planned sonme more.
I was just looking at the carnage I left behind trying to get this blog mirrored, and I look like a bull in a china shop who still didn’t find the tea set he liked. Fuck.
But while I had the dogs out this morning, watching them go at it, I realized that I was playing a game. And it’s a game I just can’t win because I don’t understand it. I’m no code writer or linear thinker with things. But I am hyper competetive. I thought I could “beat” figuring this out in an evening and here it is 6:30 and I am four characters and one line of code away.
Even with as much as I messed it up, I think I got Humpty back together again enough to try again.
Well, for someone to try again.
I made a run at doing this on my own and found out exactly how valuable people are that really understand it. Next time you have someone really solve a big tech question, give them a big kiss.
But I am proud that I got as far as I did.
I’m noy proud that evertime I try to change the HTML to get the right border connected to my friends, archives, etc…I’ve screwed it up.
The other day I sauteed a bunch of garlic and mushrooms on medium heat for lunch.It was, at the moment I ate it, awesome. Perfect. I was actually proud of myself for making something so good just using an eight-inch cast iron skillet.
Then it hit me.
Once I had eaten this stuff, I reaked. I smelled like a cross between decomposed and something that Buffy would use as a weapon.
And let me tell you, you can’t get rid of the smell. You are stinkier than fuck no matter how hard you scrub. For at least a few days the stench of garlic and mushrooms defines you when you walk in a room.
Sen. John McCain has the same problem regarding thear in Iraq. He ate the garlic and shrooms, and he can’t shake it. No way. It permeates his campaign. It’s not like a bad fart you just excuse, he wreeks! Everyone else, on both sides, can just say, “Excuse me, but silent farts are deadly. Sorry.” McCain is one big walking stink bomb.
And here’s what gets me…I generally like the guy.
But I keep farting loud, farting silent, and having garlic smell oooze out of my pors, but the fact is I ate it. And the stink won’t go away.
I just pulled an all nighter trying to figure out how to get rid of my /new, edit in my regular server, and have a new name.
I would finish in the top 10 in the American League last year hitting .333.
Hopefully I have friends smarter than me, who also know more about this crap, that will help bail me out.
I officially tried to do this for a week a little at a time, pulled an all-nighter, “just to get it done,” and it’s better than me. Next time an IT-type person does anything nice for you, be hearty with your thank you.
But I have a book that has never been written: “The Dummies Guide for Talking to Smarties.”
So why are bluebirds singing now?
I’ll save that for later…
Meanwhile, here are the links to my other blogs until this one gets set…
Hey…wait…this wouldn’t be the last turnip truck I fell off of BUT…no way I can link that filthy hijacking to here.
Instead, I take a deep breath and start over with this blog.
It won’t quite be the same as the old one. Close. But I am so moved out of my old job that i don’t even think about it…
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I have about three databases of blog entries. I’m hoping that when this is all fixed you just type, “bluebirdsinging.com” and this comes up.