Oct 31 2007
Testing your will and a grocery store giftcard
I use my blogroll to visit sites I like because my bookmarks are insane. I think they’re breeding in that folder… but that’s a story for another day.
So, while I was at John’s blog, I ended up wandering off to his old blog. Link chasing, I clicked a link called “Test Your Will” (testing will is the kind of thing that appeals to a stubborn sort like me).
Snuffling and wiping tears, I read this page, and this page… and I knew I had to post this. Because lack of caring comes from lack of knowing. And not that I didn’t know. But because statistics and stories are two totally different animals.
I wish I had more eyeballs to offer, but I’m still kind of a new blog. All things in good time… this post isn’t going anywhere.
All I know is that I’m buying a grocery store gift card and carrying it in my purse so it’s there… waiting…
Popularity: 5% [?]
If you make another entry, the post will go down.
Yep. It does.
Bet I can sit here and butt dance until it does.
Bet I’d get a rash if I have to wait to long.
LOL.
When I got online in late ‘97 my first site resold hosting. Hosting companies had horrible uptime back then, so to drum up business I created a banner and put it in every banner swap on the internet.
It said “You can get it up, but can you keep it up?” … then the animated gif flipped to the next screen and said “Hosting with 99.9% uptime”
So… butt dance all you like, this post ain’t going down, ’cause down and downwards are two different things.
And maybe flip on the webcam? A butt dance ought to be amusing.
I can’t look through the “Test Your Will” pictures. You know why Linda.
Pee Ess (stealing the phrase from bluepaintred) John: Webcam? What? DaddyP is off and not able to be putting his cursor all over my sister’s corset so you’re gonna fill in a bit? LOL, geeeeesh. You’d think I wouldn’t have to be policing you folks. Sigh. I guess I’ll just have to be the “good” one like aaaalways.
Linda,
I meant that when you enter another entry, by default the position physically of the original one is physically lower on the screen…layout wise.
Fracas,
She’s the one talking about webcams. Don’t bring that on me. It’s all you. Twit.
I’m sorry… I’ve fainted.
It must have been denial John. I’m in denial. So sorry to have gotten in backwards. You poor, poor man… wrongly maligned by me when I just professed how I like to make you happy. Thank you for the twit comment. It was the equivalent of the smelling salts I had to use because of DaddyP.
So why didn’t you call me a twit back then and save me all that money I spent on the salts? Huh? Huh?
However… LINDA…
I’m telling mom. (Not that anything will come of it, she probably doesn’t know what a webcam is…)
Who are you kidding? If you told Mom what a webcam was, she’d want to know where she could watch guys.
You would not believe the things she says on the phone, when she doesn’t have to look me in the face. She makes ME blush… and that’s darn hard to do. She’s already asked if there’s Internet dating for seniors because finding guys to buy her dinner sounds pretty good. Good thing I didn’t have a mouth full of coffee…
And don’t you dare show her this or you’re asking for trouble. LOL.
P.S. John… see? It’s in the genes…
…what’s your mother’s screen name and IM service, Linda?
lol. You’ll have to try way harder than that….
JOHN!
She’s 80 on her birthday coming up you know.
Sheebers.
But then, old age starts at 92, you know. When I am 92, I’ll be old. Maybe.
I’ve gone through adult life saying I’m not getting old until I’m darn good and ready.
92 seems like a good age to get old.
Mom’s only 80. With the way she gripes about the helpless old seniors (that are younger than her) I don’t think she’s ready to be old, either.
She might like him. Not a good name, though.
We might have to rename him. What do you think?
We could call him George… you think?
Um. No. I need John for myself.
(Ya think he’ll get a big thrill that I posted that? Rotflmao)
(no, he didn’t get a thrill. nyah.)
Liar.