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i’m thankful for my family and friends and so much more. maybe later i’ll add to that, but right now i have writing for school, cooking to do, and i’m tired of dealing with the spammers that are out in full force today. i hope everyone has a wonderful day. hug your loved ones close and enjoy the time you have together.

how do i change my permalinks to show, but not use the timestamp? i’m sure it’s out there somewhere, but i’m not sure what to look for.

okay, i get it, vi*ox*x is getting sued in a cla*ss act*ion su*it. enough already with the spam. sheesh!

dear customer,
you sent me a partial error message. a partial. error. message. that’s it. no explanation. who are you? what were you doing? we have a large site. i have no idea what program caused that error until you give me more information.
we are not mind readers. you need to tell us what you were doing when you got the error. i’m not a programmer. i know my site pretty well, but i don’t know everything about it. so when i start asking a bunch of questions about what you were doing and how you were doing it, don’t cop an attitude. i’m trying to help you. i need to pinpoint the problem and i can’t unless i can recreate it. and i can’t recreate it unless you pay attention to what you’re doing!
if you cannot pay attention to what you’re doing on the web, and you get an error, don’t expect me to fix it if you can’t tell me what’s wrong. it’s like going to a mechanic and saying your car makes a noise. he needs to know where the noise is, when it occurs, and what type of noise it is.
so please, be more observant. cutting and pasting 5 words with absolutely no explanation does neither of us any good. it starts my day out badly and puts me in an irritable mood. so let’s not go there. don’t make me cut you.
sincerely,
your loving tech support

bob, i hope your balls shrivel up and fall off.
when will these morons get a clue? they are the scum suckers of life. i hope someday you have an epiphany, realize how shameful you really are, and find a legitimate job that actually contributes to society.
until then? i’m going to keep telling you to fuck off and i’m going to keep deleting your comments before most people can even see them.

if you cannot keep your big fat suv in your lane – not over the line, not on the line, but IN. YOUR. LANE. – then you do not deserve to drive said vehicle. buy another car or turn in your license. now.

would any writers out there consider being part of an online writer’s group where you post your writing to a blog and the other writers in the group offer feedback via e-mail or comments? would you be willing to do it? would you require that it be a passworded blog only?

Bright winter morning,
snow covering the landscape–
silent as the tomb.

more…

there are so many styles of writing. i see them. my eyes bounce across the page, absorbing the words and images. but when my pen hits the paper, those things melt right out of my hands and slip in between my fingers. i frantically grasp at them, but i must watch helplessly as they slither away, hissing their rebuke. i love it, the writing, but i do not know how to ride it or become one with it. i want it, but i can’t seem to find it. i call it. beg it, in fact. but the muse is fickle, bestowing on me only babbling and wailings of failure. yes, failure.

i’m frying up some chicken for the party – we decided to move it to later in the day and go to our friend’s house. that way we won’t be out in the weather (although it’s turned into a gorgeous day) and can kick back. the dogs and buns and beer are ready.
and guess what? it’s only saturday. we still have one more day off. woohoo!