Housekeeping

So last night at 2am (I guess that’s this morning actually) I realized that clicking the “previous post” button took you to an error page.  I freaked the fuck out.  Really.  I had no clue how to fix it and I was ready to give up blogging forever.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned and all.

I enlisted TBU and emailed a friend.  Then in moment of clarity I thought, hey, what if I just do this?  And this just happened to work.  Hazzah! So friends and foes, rejoice, now you can  see my previous entries without having to scan the archives.

Also, what do we think about adding images to the site?  I kinda like the idea, it will be a bit of a challenge for me and, hopefully, interesting for you.  We’ll see.

In the past week I learned two things that I thought I already knew.

1. I have been spelling definitely wrong for as long as it’s been in my vocabulary.  I was spelling it definately.  I figure it’s gone unnoticed for a couple reasons.  One being that I talk to friends through AIM a lot and have a tendency to say things like mos def instead of most definitely.  And who cares how you spell things on AIM anyway, right?  The second reason is Microsoft and their penchant for auto correcting everything in sight.  Even when I want to keep a mistake in for an example or whatever, it takes me 15 minutes to figure out how to stop the damn thing from correcting it.  Microsoft made me dumb and that’s my final answer.

2. Yesterday I learned that an apostrophe can signify possession.  I think that was something I was supposed to pick up in elementary school or at least by 8th grade HONORS English.  When I said we’d be stopping by a friends house I was embarassing myself.  TBU had to show me the error of my ways.  While we’re here, let’s take a look at the word apostrophe, I think it’s a pretty sexy word.  With it’s obvious Greek roots, that ph gets me every time.  The way it rolls of the tongue, it’s so foreign yet familiar.  Apostrophe, yes tell me more.  Say it again, apostrophe.  It could have a double meaning as some sort of sex act involving the mouth.  I’ll leave the rest to your imagination.

At least I don’t say shit like supposably.  If you do, may the wrath of god have no mercy on you.  There is a special place in hell for your kind.