According to WordPress today is the day, two years ago, when I started getting the feeling that Blogspot wasn’t the way for me anymore, and so started this one to mess around with. Nearly a year later in the beginning of March 2012 I made it official and came here. The crazy thing is, I felt like the Blogspot one was just starting to take off, getting more and more views, but I just didn’t want to deal with Google’s never ending unsupport of alternatively ignoring Blogger and then adding more and more “features” no one liked, not to mention having all of my stuff under one account never makes me comfortable. Since then I’ve held pretty steady here, but no where near the same number of incoming links as it seems I used to get. Ah well, I guess my brand of free ice cream is a flavor like “Summer Tomato”–an acquired taste for only connoisseurs (how do you like that, right? Nothing like stroking both my and my viewer’s egos!). In the end, I like using WordPress a lot more than Blogger (much easier to post pictures from my phone, and to embed videos, among other things), and that’s really all I care about.
Category Archives: bloggin’
It’s not often I come across a video so Earth-shattering weird that I am forced to re-blog it, but this is one of those times. From the Adaptive Curmudgeon comes this:
I really need to make a “Music?” category to go along with my “Music” one.
From now on, when I see a blog post talking about the Democrats in Denver, I will cheerfully leave a comment consisting of at least these words: “F*ck Denver!” (censored because it will be on someone else’s turf).
If it wasn’t for that hive of scum and villainy, Colorado would be a much nicer place to live. But like everywhere else, it’s the Metropolitan area that screws over everyone else in the state. And I don’t know if out of staters, and even people from the front range, get the amount of dislike–or maybe even actual hatred–that exists in Western Colorado for our capitol. In a perfect world we would have taken John Wesley Powell’s advice and made state borders by watersheds instead of random straight lines.
I went to the stylish beach.
I found a sea shell and said
“You can hear the ocean if you put this to your ear.”
She placed the shell to her ear
i am following you.
I like what I see
I am really grateful
so how are you?
in poor health undoubtedly
you command everybody
you shield this hike inside
just a hermit crab inside
a lot of shakiness
Cut and pasted and mixed and matched several spam comments in various ways to get these. No typing was done on my part, only sorting words and punctuation that was already there. I especially like the first one… it’s creepy.
This post is my 3,000th, according to WordPress.
I don’t really have anything else to say.
Sometimes I gotta toot my own horn.
Just realized that I’ve been running a blog called Deadmandance, either here or on blogspot, for three years as of this past Tuesday. And dammit I expect someone to send me a cupcake, or at least a congratulations this year, since last year I got nothing. Nothing, I say.
Three years. Yikes. That’s 2,890 posts or so, assuming my count is somewhat accurate, or about two and a half per day, on average.
Maybe instead of a cupcake I should ask for an intervention…
I put up a couple more header images last night–click on the refresh button over and over to collect them all!
Last week was a near record, I think, what with linkery from many many many places.
This week, not so much. Mostly tumbleweeds blowing through.
Funny how that works–I do nothing different from day to day from my perspective…
Speaking of patting myself on the back, in the past couple days I’ve gotten linked by Tam, Roberta X, Sean Sorrentino, and Borepatch! Craziness!
I can’t decide if I should step up my game to capitalize on the opportunity or slack off so everyone goes away… meh, linker people hardly ever look at more than the one linked post; probably no change, then.
Very well. Carry on.
Well, what I wanted to happen didn’t so here’s some nice Muzak for you. Perhaps tomorrow I’ll get it sorted out for your morning music.