I didn’t mean to confuse the fuck out of everyone. All the moving was due to Blogger no longer supporting me hosting my Excellent Writing on a foreign server (foreign as in not Blogger, not foreign as in foreign soil. BTW, I typed foreign wrong every time except for the last time there, so fuck that word) and wanted me back on Blogger’s shit. However, I like my shit elsewhere. I don’t ever have to worry about Blogger saying, “You say fuck too much and an asshound complained about it so we’re yanking yer shit from teh innernets.” I really don’t even know what an asshound is, but I bet it is someone that I would offend at least once a day. Probably by doing shit like tweeting a picture of my cat’s balloon knot. Do I need to explain balloon knot? How about pink starfruit? As you can see on the picture, my cat does not ever tend to his nether regions. I like this, as he does lick my nose quite frequently and I am not into anal-oral-nose-fecal something or other. However, if that is how you roll, it is okay by me!
Moving onward and far away from my cat’s asshole, I decided to leave Blogger’s software and the previous hosts of teh data. I moved to Word Press as my software and another company to store mah shit. Learning Word Press has seriously hurt my brain. Not because I don’t love new and more robust software, but because teh Egg and his Suprise! Buttsecks!! on my laptop. Damn kids and their buttsecks these days. So my learning has been slow, and the migration from server to server and software to blah blah you’re bored was a little bumpy. Then fucking Blogger wrote a post for ME about my blog moving to a Blogspot address and REALLY? thanks for that one, motherfuckers.
To sum up the fuckitude: I was at http:www.sams-stories.com and for a little bit I was at a blogspot address and now I am back at the previously mentioned dot com except for the links which are all fucking HOSED. *sigh* But it will be all better and I will post about the Owl City concert and Chicken’s famous tweet. In addition, I received an early anniversary present from Teddy Bear. A new laptop(!!) which means that I am learning Windows 7 as well as Word Press. AND!! I spent Thursday through Sunday scrapbooking with some friends on Palomar Mountain.
My old tags are now categories and I have NO tags. This hurts my brain because I am thinking “Exciting fresh start!!” as well as “Wut?” Do I use categories now? Do I want tags? Do I care? When will I get to tell you that Egg has slept through the night THREE TIMES in the last two weeks and that is the second, third, and fourth time EVAR in the history of the world that this shit has occured? Egg is night weaned, except for last night when the shit hit the motherfucking fan and I nursed him twice to keep the world from ending just a few hours after berating TB for giving Egg milk one time during the night while I was gone. Which makes me an asshole, douche nozzle, and a hypocrite all in a shiny, fur-lined hand basket of going to hell.