I recently discovered Google Reader’s “Next” button that you can add to your web browser’s favorites toolbar. I LOVE that I can just click on the button and see my favorite blogs, in their own format instead of the Reader feed.
And I really love that, when I got to the end of my Reader feed, I got this message:
I feel so accomplished, reaching the end of the internet! Who knows what I can accomplish next?!?!
This version of Wordpress has a million differences from the one I used over a year ago. So I’m just checking a few things out to see how the new Wordpress rolls. I think I like it!
So, it’s been more than a year since I’ve posted… and I swear, it’s not my fault! I was, for some reason or another, unable to log-in.
Wordpress couldn’t help me. My hosting company couldn’t help me. Techy friends couldn’t help me. It was like my blog decided that my password was wrong and just wouldn’t let me in!
Okay, maybe I was being a little lazy about actually TRYING to figure it out. Whatever. Something changed, I was able to upgrade my Wordpress installation, and now I’m BACK!
I’m not entirely sure how it happened, but my usual morning commute took a weird turn this morning. I somehow ended up on a public bus that was just servicing the local high school.
I had to get to work a little earlier than usual, so did take my regular bus at an irregular time. But the route number was the same, so I climbed aboard the bus, only to find it full of high school kids.
Hmmm…. I thought. This isn’t the way the bus usually looks. Usually there are lots of old people and a couple people my age in suits. Weird. But this is kind of early, so maybe this is the time that the kids take the bus to school. Wait a minute. This isn’t the usual route. Hmmm…. we just blew past Harvard Square. Where are we going? Are we actually going TO the high school? Put the book away, Anna. Pay attention.
The bus pulled up next door to the public high school and everyone on the bus flooded out. After it emptied, I walked up to the front and asked the driver if we was looping back to Harvard Square, or if this was the end of the line.
He laughed and said, “This is usually my last stop at this time, but I have to go to Harvard anyways for my next route. You can ride along.” I thanked him, and he said, “You know, when you got on the bus, I was wondering if I should say something about this being the high school bus… but then I thought that you looked like a high school student.”
I’ve been thinking about this all morning. Do I really pass for 18? I mean, I’m 28! I have smile lines around my eyes! But maybe this is a good thing? I can’t decide.
I wrote this a few weeks ago, after I went to NY to celebrate a friend’s 30th birthday. Sadly, I wasn’t able to post it at that time, since my blog was fighting me, but I figure that I might as well post it now. After all, I’d hate to waste this brilliance…
Saturday night, 25 friends went to a Mets game to celebrate our friend Dan’s 30th birthday. We tailgated before the game, drank pretty steadily throughout the game, and took over a small bar in mid-town post-game. And I’m not going to lie – I drank a lot of beer. So much that I ended the night at 2 AM, hunting for food before passing out on a friend’s pull-out couch.
I woke up Sunday morning with a pounding headache – you know, the kind when jackhammers try to break through your skull? My stomach was churning, threatening to revolt if I didn’t find a bagel.
It’s been a while since I’ve suffered a beer hangover, so I’d forgotten how painful they can be.
Next time, I’ll stick with vodka.
I confess. I watched the new 90210 last night. And I enjoyed it!
I wasn’t expecting to like the show – after all, they’re infringing on a show that practically invented high school drama on TV! But… well… it kind of sucked me in. Sex. Drugs. Fights. And all that happened within the first 15 minutes. How could I resist?
And best of all, Brenda is back! Brenda was my favorite character on the original 90210, and I was heartbroken when she left. So heartbroken, in fact, that I stopped watching the show.
But now she’s back. Kelly is back. Nat is back. The Peach Pit is back.
I’m kind of excited.
I’ve spent the last month trying to log-in to Wordpress to post new entries and have blogging fun. Unfortunately, I kept getting log-in errors. I finally realized that the problem was that I needed to upgrade WordPress installation.
And now I have. It looks like there are some random text errors in the old entries, but at least the whole installation isn’t effed up.
So I’m back!
You know I’m a Packers fan.Â And you know I love Brett.Â And today, officially, he’s not a Packer.
I’m angry.Â And sad.Â And my feelings whip back and forth so fast between wanting to scream and wanting to cry – with brief bursts of acceptance in between – that I feel like I have emotional whiplash.
It’s been a messy divorce, this separation of Packers and Favre. As a Packer fan, I have to support my team and still root for them to win, right?Â But as someone who’s only ever known Brett as the QB for my team, how do I relate to my team without him there?Â Especially since even though I believe that both the Packers management andÂ Brett did their part to f*ck up this situation, when push comes to shove, I believe that Brett was more right.Â
I believe that the Packers shouldn’t have pressured him into retiring, then refused to talk to him when he realized that he still wanted to play.Â And can very clearly still play WELL.Â
I believe that the Packers should have understood and appreciated the fact that Brett has defined their team for almost two decades, and should have welcomed him back with open arms.
I believe that Ted Thompson, our douche of a GM, should have put his own ego aside and not refused to consider starting someone other than Aaron Rodgers. While I’ll admit to never liking Aaron (HI, he played for Cal, and I’m a USC fan!), it boggles the mind that TT could be so caught up in supporting “his” draft pick that he doesn’t take into account the fact that BrettÂ took themÂ to numerous NFC North Championships, NFC Playoffs, and theÂ Super Bowl.Â
I’ll miss seeing you in Lambeau, Brett.Â I’ll be rooting for you in New York.
Packers?Â I’ll be rooting for you in the fall.Â ButÂ I know that watching football this year will not be the same.
Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.
- Anais Nin
Photo by Michael Blanchard
Whenever work gets too crazy and I need to see something that will make me smile, I go to Cute Overload and look at the puppy pictures.Â Today, that break didn’t go as well as I had hoped, since the first thing that popped up onscreen was a photo of fish eating a woman’s feet.Â With a link to this article on CNN.
I’m so weirded out by this!Â How could anyone even think of sticking their feet in a bowl for fish to nibble on?Â Ew!Â The thought makes me want to tuck my feet up underneath me and never leave them uncovered again.