Ok, so maybe it’s not exactly 12:01 but I am, exactly, still here. I haven’t vanished. Haven’t (yet!) gone *poof* into the great expanse of ex-bloggers in the sky. In fact, Norah Jones just came on the podling and I’m feeling rather, um, shall we say, content today. Yes, you read that right. I’m actually sort of happy. Things are going along ok, even though I’ve had my ups and downs, on the whole, I am still enjoying myself. I can’t help it if I like what I do now, can I?
But, being the full-contact pessimist that I am, I am keenly aware that bad news lurks just over that next horizon. What could possible go wrong, you might ask? Oh, laugh, laugh, I’ve learned to not ask that question. Ask that question, you see, and you just might find out the answer. And that, my snowflakes, would not be pretty.
For starters, my Mac has taken upon itself to stink. Quite literally. It’s giving off an odd smell sometimes when I turn it on. At first I wasn’t sure it was the Mac but then I googled and, sure enough, there are known issues with the early iMac G5’s components. If you don’t believe me, google the following: “imac g5 burning smell” and see how many hits you can come up with (best guess? One more now that you’re reading this!)
On the good news front, Flickr and Blogger appear to still be working. For another day. At least. Sorta kinda. You get the idea. It’s only a matter of time, as they say and, yes, as a matter of fact, I do feel like somebody looking up at the bottom of a shoe. Drop boot, squoosh goes me, anyone?
I shot the first part of the “doggie” project but have been quite behind in other things. My house is quite dirty again (clean me! Really!) the Compact Flash pile isn’t getting any smaller (I’ve officially run out and, since the computer is smoking, have to resort to “plan b” which is…well…I’ll get back to you on that one) and I’ve started poking around looking for some web hosting.
Ah yes, web hosting. It’s enough to make you want to poke your eyes out with a stick. It’s so confusing and I understand it all. I can only imagine what a beginner would be going through in my shoes. Gasp.
Ah, you’d think by now I’d learn not to do that (Gasp, I mean.) It might just very well be my last.
Until next oxygen deprived breathing intake…
