Happy Birthday to mique_mique, tbrents and blueinva! I apologize for missing so many birthdays recently, but I’m trying to pay more attention again.
Ohmigod
All my LJ comments since 6/2 have been in some cyberhole somewhere, and they just showed up. All 99 of them. I’m not ignoring anybody (except the silly flamers in the snark community). Sorry!
Small Joy
Recently, a request for shorts in size 4/5 for the poster’s 13-year-old daughter came to me through a local Freecycle list. Minor request, but I don’t think many people respond to requests. I read them, but am not usually able…
Facial Recognition Meme
Swiped from evawhitley. I agree this thing gives some odd results. I gave it the user photo for this post first, with flattering results. The accuracy estimate ranged from 60% to 53% for Bebe Neuwirth, Penelope Cruz, Melanie Griffith, Kristin…
Why Register? And Where Are the Articles?
Originally published at Enemy of Entropy. You can comment here or there. Well, the articles – all the articles that made up the bulk of my old site – are coming back. I just need to update them. One thing…
Comments
BTW, if you want to comment on my blog you do have to register on it. It’s a pretty simple matter, and doesn’t require any kind of approval from me. It isn’t a “friends” thing like on LJ, just an…
Psssttt
I’m blogging at http://www.technomom.com now, so I don’t know how often I’ll remember to update here 🙂 I’m sure I will update here too, at some point. I haven’t yet decided for sure, but I don’t think I’m going to…
WordPress Templates?
I don’t suppose any of you know anything about designing WordPress templates, do you? I’m crazy enough that I don’t want to use anyone else’s, of course. And I’m still learning CSS.
I Shoulda Said So BEFORE the Move
But I’m feeling all outta sorts and introverted. No, I didn’t make it to the funeral. I just couldn’t make my body cooperate. The damned stupid disease doesn’t respond to stress well, even when I need to be strong for…
Dammit!
One of my cousins killed himself today. We weren’t close, by any means. R was older than me—only 7 years, as it turns out, but it always seemed much more. I didn’t even know that he’d been hospitalized last year—few…