Friggin Blogger
Friggin Blogger.
I go to upload a picture, get all the way through the process, and what do I find missing?
The "Upload Image" button.
Kinda makes it difficult.
Friggin Blogger. No wonder everyone's cluster-flocking over to Wordpress.
Anyways, the only point to this entry is to announce that I will be, yet again, absent for a few weeks. Yes: algebra. What can I say, they bark, I jump.
But it won't be long. And in honor of that fact, here's a poem I wrote about running into an ex-lover back in my college days. Actually, it was largely inspired by Doc Nagel's pointing out that, much to his annoyance, I have a serious habit of saying "anyways" when I should say "anyway," since "anyways," semantically, makes no sense. It is entitled:
ANYWAYS
Anyways
what matters
knowing you are the train I missed
and as your memory speeds byI can put a hand on the ladder
suddenly an airborn man
embryonic in a cocoon of wind
watching a short, fast landscape beneath me
and hoping for either fast death
or a hot
cup
of tea.
Chris also gives this poem the distinction of prompting one of my favorite criticisms of all time: "I don't think you're getting a cup of tea." True. True.
Anyways, I might find the space-time to sketch a thing or two, but don't expect to hear from me between now and Valentine's. Peace.
I go to upload a picture, get all the way through the process, and what do I find missing?
The "Upload Image" button.
Kinda makes it difficult.
Friggin Blogger. No wonder everyone's cluster-flocking over to Wordpress.
Anyways, the only point to this entry is to announce that I will be, yet again, absent for a few weeks. Yes: algebra. What can I say, they bark, I jump.
But it won't be long. And in honor of that fact, here's a poem I wrote about running into an ex-lover back in my college days. Actually, it was largely inspired by Doc Nagel's pointing out that, much to his annoyance, I have a serious habit of saying "anyways" when I should say "anyway," since "anyways," semantically, makes no sense. It is entitled:
ANYWAYS
Anyways
what matters
knowing you are the train I missed
and as your memory speeds byI can put a hand on the ladder
suddenly an airborn man
embryonic in a cocoon of wind
watching a short, fast landscape beneath me
and hoping for either fast death
or a hot
cup
of tea.
Chris also gives this poem the distinction of prompting one of my favorite criticisms of all time: "I don't think you're getting a cup of tea." True. True.
Anyways, I might find the space-time to sketch a thing or two, but don't expect to hear from me between now and Valentine's. Peace.
posted by Bobo the Wandering Pallbearer at 9:51 AM
4 Comments:
I upload my photos to a Village Photos.com account and post them onto Blogger from there. I started doing this way before Blogger offered the image service, and I saw no reason to change. From the complaints I've heard, I still have that same opinion.
I believe I'm among the very few who still like Blogger. It may be that I'm on a Mac, and it may be that Blogger is the only Mac-friendly web site.
But...um.
Damn.
Come to Wordpress....
Coooommmmmeeee to Woooorrrrdddpressssss!
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