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After a brief hiatus, comment-making capabilities are restored to this site. A tumult of outcry from people who rarely comment have righted the Selfish ship. Thank you. I also touched up the design, which is looking increasingly long in the tooth. You all read this site through an RSS reader anyway, right?
Um, nothing to see here. Just experimenting a way to get some link blog action going. So far the results are ass. Stay tuned.
I may be more interested in asking my questions than listening to the answers.
What do you think?
Suspend your disbelief, readers. Today this blog celebrates its seventh birthday. That is seven years of more-or-less continuous writing. I still have total recall of sitting in my dorm room, in my underwear, rolling out those first words, full of pith and cheese.
I am unsure what I have gained or lost from this entire enterprise, but I suppose, barring adverse effects, such as loss of employ, romantic straits, ennui, I might as well keep going. Thank you for your continued readership; a blog without readers is like a barbecue without beer.
Dearest Wordpress, please stop eating my fucking carriage returns. You are not as smart as you think you are; so please stop trying to validate my posts. My shit validates just fine, thank you. Yours truly, s-crab.
I think a post at 3:50 AM is just what this blog was looking for.
Boy, after posting about Ahmadinejad and nips, the new incoming traffic and referral URLs are hilarious. Secret plan, successful.
Excuse the hiccup. No, this site was not “shutdown by The Man who was made uneasy by [my] ‘tell it like it is’ attitude,” as some readers phoned in. Reasonable minds believe this to be the cause.
For the sake of my own aesthetic, ALFINJ is now “Dickerson & Dodds”, or D&D. It just rolls off the tongue better.
I just corrected Wordpress’s setting for my timezone offset, again, because of Daylight Savings Time. This comprised of me manually editting a “-5″ into a “-4″ in a text field and clicking save. Are you kidding me? How hard is it to ask for a timezone locale and then calculate everything with tzdata auto-goddamn-mattically. I thought we invited robots for this very type of manual labor.
Never mistake, dear reader,
a lapse in posting
for a wane in vanity.
NY Public Library uses a nice Google map for branch location and hours info. Nifty, and much more useful than the old map.
The audiobook version of John Hodgman’s The Areas of My Expertise, read by the author himself, is delightful, insomuch as what is on 1 hour 27 minutes into it. The writing is absurd and charming, and it has begun to change my mind about what I am doing in this space.
Discretion needs to rule here, as you saw from my 24-hour rescission about my ruinous romances (though “‘Slake myself’ is hardly a battle cry for springtime in New York” is just gold). I shall find more extrinsic topics, or just delve into sheer fiction.
My writing needs to improve. My stalwart readers, your tolerance for my current style, which I can only describe as “Immigrant With A Thesaurus”, is admirable, but shant be tested much longer. Sarcasm, wit’s lazy cousin, is no longer an operative form of humor around here.
We shall see.
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prolepsis - n. anticipation; the anticipation and answering of possible objects in rhetorical speech; representation of a thing as existing before it actually does or did so.
Apologies for the brief outage yesterday. No, I did not attempt to block your location-specific readership. That is the domain of child-men. You may blame web-host 1 & 1 for a dead database. Restart the uptime counter.
It’s amazing what a person can do in a 300 sq. ft. space for 12 hours without actually doing anything. You can bet it involves a computer. My one victory is that I’ve scrubbed the old college year posts and made them readable. Greatest Hits List next?
I wonder on what I missed out on this wintry Saturday.
What better way to feel better about oneself than to create a testimonial page?
Submissions accepted.
Burp. 2.0.5 up and running. Thankfully, I did not delete all my templates this time.
Update: goddamn, it ate my taglines again.
Update #2: fixed.
I had been getting a ton of email complaining of a lack of obvious permalink (ok that’s a fiction, but let’s continue together in fantasy, yeah?), so I added a little anchor icon at the bottom of each post. Like/dislike?
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