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4月9日 VICTORY! OH MSN! You really do care! Huzzah! ... .. . . . Now why does that dealie on the far left say I'm still 20? I wish I was still 20. Pfft. Blatant flattery gets you nowhere MSN. Nonetheless there shall be catching up in the near future. Yours, etc. I stink like a gym rat in an electronic composition lab, but I think I might be able to post again and it is exciting. Mostly, this is just a test. It is only a test. Do not run for cover, do not adjust your dial. I just want to see if MSN will let me make entries again, since I couldn't even log in or create/edit entries (and it would be nice to have basic formatting tools in them, like separation between paragraphs in particular. A single, massive block of text is wicked ungroovy). Thus: (there should be a space here) Testing, testing, testing. (And a space here) My mother said to pick the very best and I pick... (Here too) This concludes our test of the emergency broadca-- er-- the formating capabilities of the MSN Live Spaces text entry field. Malocchio on MSN if it doesn't work. 6月17日 So, MSN, If that's the way it's gonna be.... So. Well, well, welly, well. Ja'ar and his colleagues have departed for dinner (I declined to join them, being that I haven't slept in recent memory) and here I am, in San Antonio, Texas, practicing some Faure in Ja'ar's and my room at the Best Western, and I look over, and see Ja'ar's Dell Lap Top, and I got to thinkin' that maybe I ought to log on to the TP for a wee post whilst I break from practicing.
Wasn't I surprised when I saw what MSN Spaces looks like to a PC. Wasn't I just so friggin' surprised to see that the photo albums can be selected to flip in the margins, the text of the blog isn't all over the page, commentors have their pictures with their comments, the speed of the slideshows can be changed, and one can comment on the pictures in an album. Not to mention that I don't have to type < p >   < /p >and other HTML code just to make paragraphs and change the font. I didn't even know I could change the font. I thought that the more tech-savvy bloggers had just figured out how to hack the fonts or something. But, look, just LOOK at this. It's not like I ever asked for this particular shade of blue, or this tiny print. It's just what MSN gave me. And what's this side bar thing... "Learn...Help...Tips...FAQs...'Did you know?'" HMPH.
Now, I could stand for all that. But the final indignity, the real kicker, is that, if you're using a Mac, they won't let you see comments that you've recieved regarding your photos. There were a bunch of comments from the person from whom I bought Salt Peanut that I never responded to because I didn't even know they existed there. This same person asked me to look at his photo albums, which I did, but left nothing in terms of comments on them, as I didn't know that was possible. Now I haven't heard from this person for weeks. I feel bad!
Listen. I know who you're working for; good ol' Billy-G there-- but look here-- If you're going to do cretinous, sneaky, smarmy, lily-livered things like that, don't expect to win over any Mackies. Here it was I thought we was friends, MSN. Sheesh, woll, I s'pose I had you all wrong.
Now, for my post from Texas.
Well, I'm in Texas. There are palm trees. I haven't seen palm trees in about seven years. I named the one outside my hotel window Beatrice, and the one next to it Guzman. I'd post a picture, but I'd be afraid that I might get some comment on it that I'd never know about. Kidding.
Anyway, I don't know what exactly I am going to do while I am here... Ja'ar has access to a rental car that The Man got for the trainees to use while they're here, but he is in training from 7:30 to 5:00 everyday except weekends, and we're not in walking distance of anything. Except desert. I could walk to the desert, if I wanted, as we're near quite a lot of it.
Nonetheless, I am optimistic. It is beautiful here in the boonies of San Antonio, and though Ja'ar says that if my stay becomes unbareably dull I might be able to fly out early, I am going to stay all nine days, and think of it as a sort of retreat. All I am going to do is take advantage of the weight room, the pool (which makes me nervous, because for some unknown reason, it appears to be full of salt water, though we're about as land-locked as we could be here), and the sunshine. I'll also double-up my practice hours, and get some much-needed brushing-up on my languages in. It'll be a nice sort of RESET button for my self-discipline and diligence, both of which have been waning since the end of the semester. |
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