Flickr Flackr
Flickr is slowly sucking me back in.
I signed up months ago, but never much liked it because really, why host your photos on two sites instead of one? Plus, it’s ugly.
But recently they added a couple new features, including the ability to blog directly from my photos.
Seeing as I have about a hundred photos still sitting on my camera and twenty unfinished posts, this could be kinda handy.
You think?
Proof That Loneliness Can Ruin Your Life
And everyone else’s. This 66 year old man shot a kid yesterday for walking on his lawn. Over his stupid, ugly, midwestern GRASS. How long do the dust mites have to eat at your brain before the idea of shooting a 15 year old in the chest WITH A DEER RIFLE seems completely justified?!
What’s scary is, this man doesn’t sound even slightly insane.
Makes me think of the days when my Dad would lose it and go scream at the kids skateboarding in the concrete ditch behind our house. This went on for years and I swear that half the time the ‘boarders did it just to provoke him.
Dad would be roaming the yard glaring at our 6 foot brick wall, getting himself more and more worked up until finally, he’d call the cops, storm out to the ditch and go completely NUCLEAR. Red-faced and screaming, he’d huff around our side of the ditch for a good twenty minutes while the kids stood around and laughed at him from the other.
Yet, he never up and decided one day that shoving a kid right off his board in mid-air would make him feel a whole lot better. He might have thought about it. He never did it.
Instead, he moved away. But that probably had nothing to do with the ‘boarders.
Passing Notes
My officemate is awesome. Reshma’s sweet and smart and graduated from Berkley – last year. She’s about 25, wears cute cute clothes, goes ‘out’ in the middle of the week, and works as obsessively as I used to.
I am so old and boring.
Anyway. To break up some of the monotony that builds up on us from time to time, we’ve gotten in the habit of IM’ing each other random junk. The last one she sent me involved the iPod/Microsoft design process spoof, and I sent her a link to Erin’s post on aging.
What she sent me yesterday was just so scary I had to share:
Resh [11:36 AM]: http://alborznews.net/shownews.asp?u=4250 *
Jules [11:40 AM]: *CLICK*
Jules [11:41 AM]: eek!
Resh [11:42 AM]: Hee! That guy is having a BALL.
Jules [11:43 AM]: That is truly disturbing.
Resh [11:43 AM]: ?
Jules [11:44 AM]: Michael Jackson scares me in any form.
*Whoops! Sorry, everyone – I just noticed this URL was screwed up. It should actually take you to the page now. Also, this IS work safe – so no worries, k? ~ jules, 12:47pm
For the Record
I love my blog. I really really do. I’m really trying to take better care of it, and post to it, and develop it. I love TypePad for giving me a place to do this. And I really had to remind myself of that before I deleted the whole dang shebang today.
Because I ask you, WHAT the hell is so hard about including the abilty to change fonts in the basic package? Can anyone tell me? I get ONE goofy curly FONT? What is THAT? I mean, hello? Does it LOOK like a foo-froo font belongs in my site design?!
Important as a teeny detail like this may be to me, I don’t believe for one second that it’s worth an additional $10 in service fees. Nor is the ability to include my site logo at the top and not have it muck up the tags so my Technorati profile lists my site name as “Maas Publications”, instead of “IMG”.
So instead of shelling out, I work around.
In order to get my usual, pretty Arial 10 posts, I have to write and format in Word, (which anyone with web experience will know, is the Satan of web editors and should never EVER be used. EV-ER.) paste it into the TypePad editor, fiddle with it for about 6 hours if anything goes wrong with aforementioned psychotic Word code, give up, delete the post, repost the post, dick with it some more, delete it again and finally, reach the point where it’s gunked up enough to totally piss me off and post it in the only cheap-ass format TypePad will LET me.
And that is what has happened below.
Bah.
