Okay okay, I've gotta say

Okay okay, I’ve gotta say it: it’s okay to get excited about a link-back. That means someone likes you, and there’s nothing wrong with feeling good about that. Don’t try to be cool or cynical. Don’t worry about the “in” crowd thinking your a dweeb–just express yourself. Here’s an affirmation for the day:

“I am confident. I blog for myself, and for the world. I do not live on an asteroid, nor do I think that would be very nice. I am not afraid to give and receive love.”

I have a new daily

I have a new daily read: kiwired. He’s a hoot. And he has a very interesting take on “special” rights.

This is just so unfair.

This is just so unfair. I look at my stats, and it has this nifty little Prognose Hits field, which is supposed to tell you how many hits you’ll get for the day. So I’ve got a few hits, and I’m getting closer to the Prognose thingie, thinking hey, I can make that number! The part that sucks is that as you get more hits the prognose number goes up. Do I need this pressure?

ATTENTION NETSCAPE USERS! REPEAT AFTER

ATTENTION NETSCAPE USERS! REPEAT AFTER ME: FRYKITTY IS A HAIRY GOOB! There, don’t you feel better? Yes, I fixed all the stuff that wasn’t showing up in NS because I’m too bloody lazy to double-check my HTML. I suck. Hope this won’t chase you off forever…I really, really, do try to remember to cross-test. I do. Really.

Added a few bits to

Added a few bits to the fragx section of rreow. My personal fave is A Sharp Pencil. True story.

New feature! Because losers need

New feature! Because losers need advice from someone who understands.

Did some massive updating to

Did some massive updating to my ranting and raving section. Added a lot of old yucky stuff. Well, some of it I like. More to come.

Well, crap. Guess I better

Well, crap. Guess I better see if there are any tickets left for the Portland show.

I saw a strikingly handsome

I saw a strikingly handsome man on the train the other day. He had very long, straight hair and big, brown, soulful eyes. His profile was sharp, and he was clean-shaven. Darling, really. He was, unfortunately dressed like a head-banger, which is not a type I’m into. Why am I mentioning this? Well, I do all the graphics, including processing client pictures, for the place where I work. As for where I work, let’s just say that if I process a picture, the person in it has likely done something vewy, vewy bad. Guess who’s picture I processed today. Another addition to my 497 Reasons Why I Don’t Date.

I've finally added an archive

I’ve finally added an archive entitled past mewsings. You have no idea how hard it is to be this clever.