Hello world!
Annti here: –ohhhh, lordy-gordy. Be patient with me, I don’t learn well anymore, so lemme see the lay of the land here, son. But most of all, FUUUUUCKKKKKK BLOGGER!!!!!!!!!!!!! WOOO HOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! You fuckin’ RAWK, dood!!!!!!
Real here: hold off on posting anything important here until I get this WordPress stuff figured out. The control panel keeps bugging me to upgrade to the new version, but when I tried to do that, it fucked up everything and I had to delete the whole thing and start all over again. So don’t post your only copy of your magnum opus here until everything is working properly or you might lose it. There’s also supposed to be a way to import the Blogger blog into WordPress, but that doesn’t seem to work either. Ah, technology – ain’t it great?
A.S.C.: I’ll be glad when Mentis gets moved, so that we can drive HIM nuts with this shit, too!!! Gotta share the fun, right? Anywho, technology USED to be great… in LINUX & UNIX. Then came fucking AOL and more cartoons and annoying fucking fucktarded DOGS staring at you when you’re trying to find your own damned file, fucking EMOTICONS and the anti-feminist backlash that, apparently, was the REAL motivation for taking the internet public, ’cause people who couldn’t get into college needed to hide behind their keyboards and wank whilst they visually raped women and then called ‘em all whores. Somehow, when the uni’s (and Al Gore?) were linking-up all over the world (TEXT ONLY!!!), don’t seem to have anticipated the ratio of logical adult humans to mouth-breathing knuckle-draggers and their wank-monkey underage-porn-hound SPAWN.
I blame Bill Gates, Steve Jobs, and fucking GOOGLE.
Thanks again, Realist. You, as always, rawk like a mofo, and seem to have developed the patience of Teh Buddha. Nighty-night. (7A, was supposed to be FIVE A, but noooo, I had to have fucking CATS who are gonna live longer than I am, BUT ARE GONNA STINK WAY THE FUCK WORSE than I do when they’re nibbling my feet off…)
OH! and how in the FUCK do I get COLORED FONTS on this bitch?!??!? Yeah, I know, hard on you ol’ fuckers, but ANNTI’S GOTTA EXPRESS HERSELF, right? I can’t WRITE anymore, and won’t be able to until I can leave teh narcs & hack surgeons behind, so if I don’t BITCH, the shriveled, charred remnants of my brain will fucking EXPLODE, and no, I prolly won’t be anywhere near Dick motherfucking CHENEY when it happens… *sigh*
August 9th, 2010 at 2:18 am
Fucking LOVE the template!!! Beautimous!!! Might wanna add a few buttons & a blogroll, but other than that, it’s fuckin’ GORGEOUS!!!
August 9th, 2010 at 6:58 pm
I like it, too. Not nearly as “busy” looking as at the blogpost venue. And much easier for these tired eyes to read. Nice!
August 9th, 2010 at 7:25 pm
Nice layout.
Of course, now I gotta update my blogroll.
Busted
August 10th, 2010 at 11:55 am
Don’t getcher britches in a hitch, Busted — like I said, Realist laid the groundwork, bless his heart, but we’ve both got a helluva lot more work to do before this BECOMES the new M.O.B. in its entirety.
And Danno, don’tcha want yer same ol’ shop button??? I know that we average 12 visitors/readers a week @ the black hole of unsearchability, but it’s gotta help SOME, huh? We gots ta take care of our peoples, folks, if we don’t, who the fuck will? Sarah fuckin’ shopaholic Palin? Fuck no, we’re not BARNEY’S or BLOOMIE’S!!!
We’ll get it together soon, have no doubt. No definite predictable parameters around “soon,” but at least we’ve settled on a non-Blogger/Fuck Google destination, which has been my biggest hangup thus far, aside from making sure that we can back-up and hang onto our archives… y’know, back before I re-broke my back for the FOURTH fucking time and could still kinda sometimes WRITE and shit like that… and maybe ONE DAY, somebody will shoot me up with the GOOOOODDD sedatives, and I can delve into the BlondeSense archives and try and retrieve my writing, even though the Katrina pix are all gone.
Somebody better start bakin’ me something that I can ingest without the full-body pneumonia/exploding-fire joints affliction, dig? Or, y’know, mug Lady Gaga and give me the good shit outta HER fucktarded purse! Yup, after the 2006 showdown, it’s gonna take THAT much sedative effect to get me in there without bloodshed. Didn’t HAVE to be that way, but y’all remember what went down.
The papal-worshiping LA PBS just debuted a smallish documentary about how everybody thought that Fats Domino was dead for 3 days into Katrina, but Mista Antoine showed DEM! And it’s got that almighty concert at Tipitina’s in ’07, possibly the Fat Man’s last show (which fucking FIGURES — 12 years I lived in his back pocket, and when I had a station and/or money for tickets, HE WAS IN EUROPE & NYC. Every fucking time he WAS HOME, I was broke and radio-deprived. Fuckin’ figures.) — and if it hadn’t been John “Bogalusa Suburbanite” Goodman narrating, I’da cried like a baby.
I *should* be in NOLA right now, able to babysit Jada and read to her and live in what remains of CIVILIZATION there, in a brand damned new apartment that’s ENERGY-EFFICIENT, without a white-trash cracker whore-on-training-wheels slumskanky-wannabe UP MY ASS WITH FAKE “LEASE VIOLATIONS” with no fucking justification when I’m sick as a dog, the sarcoid’s back and my gut’s bleeding again.
But no, I fucked-up again and did everything PROPERLY, instead of FORCING the LandSkanky to EVICT ME PHYSICALLY, and wound-up at the “mercy” of teh Fallen Uterus. And now somebody else already has my handicripple apartment with WEATHERSTRIPPING AROUND ***SOLID DOORS***. The piece of shit on THIS hoopty has been busted-down at LEAST 3 times and GLUED BACK TOGETHER (and NOT with Gorilla Glue, by a long shot!) with the SAME BROKEN HARDWARE, which renders this ghetto flat about as “safe” as a drunk coke-slut sorority girl on Bourbon Street. No, those whores survive like cockaroaches, skip that. About as “safe” as a gay man walking home from work in the Quarter when a truckload of redneck fucktards wanna burn-off their meth buzz by jumping him with steel-toed Wally World “work” boots and stomping his head until his eardrum explodes, thereby ending his operatic singing career for good.
Yup.
That’s what suburbanites are for. Fuck ‘em all, sideways with a chainsaw.
I shoulda been asleep over an hour and a half ago, but Boy just dropped a colonic biological weapon half in, half out of the litterbox, and infected the entire apartment with GAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG!!!!!!!!!!!
Can’t crash while the incense & candles are still burning, ’cause I am NOT goin’ out like THAT.
August 17th, 2010 at 4:08 pm
WOOHOO!!! Looks great! And I have to second Dan on it being easier on my eyes.
August 18th, 2010 at 9:19 am
I don’t see the difference, honestly. Am I missing something? The font is smaller, we haven’t gotten our buttons or blogroll up yet, and it looks the same to me with or without my reading glasses.
Somebody ‘splain this to me.