So today, as of... what, 9:08 AM of this wonderful Sunday morning, as the birds are chirping, the air is... somewhat clean, and thousands of people file into Sunday Mass, I lay in my bed, observing my accomplishment.
I have successfully made a blog.
Now, I know I've done this before. Wrote the HTML for it, built it from the ground up, really. But, I hosted it on a horrible host, and they made it a pain in my royal ass to keep it up and running. So, Blogspot it is!
Everyone and their mothers have a Blogspot. I feel special like a little kid after they've been told by Mommy and Daddy that -everyone- is special. I'll make due, turn this thing into something I'm totally ashamed of. Which is good, because I'll look back at it in 20+ years of life and know that I at least got -somewhere-.
So, the question bares itself to my readers. What would some loon like Wolfey possibly want to do with a blog? The last thing that anyone remembers in my blog is a review about toilet paper.
Toilet paper.
Damn, this is going to be awesome.
(As an added side note, be prepared for me to re-up that post onto here, for everyone to reminisce over. Good times, good times.)
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