I’ve decided against getting the macbook air, considering the considerable amount of derision I’ve received. apparently it’s not that great, not worth the money, and in fact isn’t even a computer, but just a little metal thing that opens and closes. apparently.
don’t be thinking I’ll use my money for good though. I’m still going to be horribly wasteful and ridiculous with it. My new project is to find what that will be.
I do need a new mac though as my current one is about to take flight, based upon the noise it emits and the fact that I’m going to launch it out the window any second now. you’d think my rather unsatisfactory experience with this mac (and my 2003-era ipod) would have turned me off from future purchases, but you don’t know me at all, do you?
And finally, for those of you who were concerned regarding my recent loafe downtime, it seems that these things they call “domains” have “expiration dates” and that the expiration date of my particular domain expired back in december. or so I thought. I quickly renewed, but loafe still wasn’t working. Hrm. I verified the whois data, and I saw the expiration date was now december of 2009, when really it should have been 2008, since I only renewed for one more year, see (2007 to 2008…) What this means is that my domain hadn’t actually expired, like I thought. Something else was wrong.
Well, it turns out I just had a bad rule in my htaccess file that suddenly went haywire. but my web host fixed it up real quick and now I just need to fix the whole default wordpress theme business, which I’m too lazy to do right now, even though it would only take me four or five clicks to do so.
I took Friday off from work, to help celebrate g’s birthday. We didn’t really do much but he did get a little bit of afternoon delight. You only turn 26 once, right? It’s been a nice three-day weekend.
one more thing before I go. I’ve discovered the precise time to stop letting your kid see you naked: Ry was in the room with me a few days ago when I was changing and he’s standing there watching me as I take off my shirt and then my bra. Then he looks at me and says, “Ooh, nice num-nums.” Thanks son. Thanks so much.
- This boot is made for stomping
- my gym boyfriend