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.
I earned an early BIRTHDAY present of: laptop. It’s like we’re practically the SAME PERSON.
Also, I am 10 days behind on my Google reader. So, I apologize. I know you have been waiting for me to weigh in on your cat’s asshole. (Hello. I am all for the asshole.)
Ok, so this clears up a lot of things. For the life of me I couldn’t figure out why you had been at sam-stories.com and then were moving to blogspot but I’m pretty sure I dutifully put that address in my reader which then of course never updated. As far as the wordpress and all that, I’m clueless. I like how your blog looks though. I keep thinking maybe I’ll change but I don’t know if I’d have the foggiest idea how to go about all of that.
I have trouble spelling words like; judgement, curiousity, religeon, and neutral. Does that mean anything?
WordPress rocks. I tried to make a blog for my family on blogger for about two seconds and then my brain shut off and I cried for a while. Blogger does not make me happy.
Oh and you want tags if you care about search engines finding your posts. Categories keep you organized. Maybe you already figured this out? oh well.
My links are fucked from when I moved to a self-hosted blog two years ago. I keep meaning to do something about it but I just don’t care enough.
Have fun with your new toys!
Chicken rocks. The people behind you must have been trying to have some concert “sex” and weren’t doing it very well. LOL.
Anywho, I know you’ve been waiting for it so I finally finished the birth story on my blog today. Come read and be facinated and I’ll keep checking back to see if you’ve gotten settled in here yet. I’m curious to see what that tweet was all about, too.
I have learned to never ever ever click on something you link to. and you can’t make me!
Why did I click on that photo link? Now, my retinas are burned for the whole day…
Can’t wait to hear the context of that tweet.