When a man has had a vasectomy (let’s use me for this example) and this man (still me) were to, say, become subject to an unexpected blow (not that kind) to his “man area” by something (let’s say a rogue foot/soccer cleat), the resulting agony would be thrice the traditional discomfort said man (yup, still me) would have otherwise been accustomed to.
This is just a quick test to see how well the Blog IT application for Facebook works. It was developed by the lovely Six Apart team (Vox, TypePad, etc.).
I have been completely all over the place in terms of my e-life lately — not really committing to any one service but signing up for and testing far too many (Vox, LiveJournal, WordPress.com, Twitter, Pownce, Plurk, Jaiku, ipernity, Ping.fm, among others). The Blog IT application, from what I understand, is supposed to help curb some of the of head-spinning by offering a one-stop posting shop. This is just a test post so, I’m not going to get into any personal updates or stories incase until I know what it can do and what its limitations are.
So, yeah… you may see some pseudo-repetitive test like this until I can make up my mind, as there don’t appear to be any “Viewable by” filters built into the application. Feel free to ignore these. Or, if you have any experience using Blog IT, feel free to offer any tips that’ll help me make-up my mind quicker… one way or the other.
YouTube embed test:
Skitch embed test:
I’ll be testing more soon/later. I know you’re all just too giddy about it to contain yourselves.
Peace.
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steelie
Decided to take part in Vectorama this month. It’s a fun little vector-based illustration contest hosted by Canada’s Sexy Geek Blogger, Mostly Lisa… who is convinced that she is not a muggle. I stumbled across her informatively, quirky, geeky site through Revver.com a few months ago and have been a fan ever since.
Show us something that makes you go "awwwwwwww."
Submitted by LittleWiseOne.
What can I say… my boys… every time. I loves’em.
Okay, so it has been far too long since I have posted anything. I wouldn’t be surprised if I barely have anyone left in my neighbourhood and have been removed from everyone else’s. I can’t really use slow typing as an excuse anymore because I have become fairly proficient at it.
"Our collective kids now outnumber the band more than 2 to 1," explains vocalist/guitarist Ed Robertson. "We set out to make a record that would be entertaining for them…not strictly a children's record, but a record that children would really enjoy. Our kids are in to all kinds of music. They love the They Might Be Giants kids records, but they also love The Beatles, Fountains of Wayne, Randy Newman, Black Eyed Peas and Green Day. Making the focus about what our kids like was a truly liberating process and fun for the whole band."
When did we all grow up? When did we become these people who had separate lives with separate responsibilities? Did it creep up on us one day when we're spread around the world trying to get our niche? Why weren't we better prepared?
Im homesick. Not for a place, but for a time. When driving to Moncton and fries with mayo were fun. When you had longtime friends close for a night of silly games and memories were made around every corner. Where you were looking forward to leaving all the drama and worries of teenage angst behind for the bright future of adulthood.
Then you get there and realize that all the insecurities, all the drama and all the issues you were hoping to leave behind are just compounded by all the insecurities, all the drama and all the issues of adulthood. Add that to the fact one must become self-reliant AND now your support group is spread all around the world.....just equals one big letdown.
Nostalgia's a bitch.
Talked to my two favorite brothers the last two nights. Felt great to chat with them and it felt like they'd never left. Never felt so alone as after I hung up the phone though. And never felt so guilty as when I realized that I hoped they were unhappy where they were and would move closer. Nice friend eh?
There are few things in my life that I enjoy as much as my loofa. I could spend hours in the shower if it weren't for the hot water running out and my skin turning into an irreversible prune.
I don't understand why anyone would choose to wash their body with their hand and a bar of soap, when the luxury of frothy body wash in abundence is so close and inexpensively acquired.
Had a great talk with Jared tonight over the phone. It's so nice to keep in touch over the internet, but every once in a while it's great to traverse the time zones and have an actual voice to voice conversation. Sharing catty bitching and laughs (both at our own and others' expense) was well received and needed. I'll be giving him another call next week before I move to Dartmouth and the lack of free long distance goes the way of free groceries and free electricity. Sadly, couldn't get ahold of Jess afterwards, so will try earlier tomorrow.
Only 3 more days of work and then a week to get things together. Wish student loan would hurry up so I could fill out my information and get that ball rolling.
Decided to go back and paste my other journal entries over here. Will vow to update properly and regularly.
As a reformed fat girl there are many things I need to learn and to relearn. One of them is how to feel comfortable wearing anything that shows part of my legs.
For years, I was scared of capris. Nothing makes you look rounder than cutting your pants off halfway up your calves. Skirts were a complete no no and a dress had to be all the way down. Keep those legs and thighs hidden.
Today is the start of a more confident (at least outwardly so) me. Today's outfit consists of a skirt...which is above my knees. Sitting in my bedroom I feel weird wearing it after covering up for so many years. I have to get some groceries and pick Tony up from the bus stop.
Me thinks I will go get a coffee so Im not sitting here panicking and wanting to change. *Big Sigh*
Was reading the Dan Savage Columns I missed lately and came across the best quote:
The HIV virus isn't fire and gay men aren't twigs; it doesn't matter how vigorously you rub us against each other, we're not suddenly going to burst into HIV.
Best.quote.ever.
