Saturday, October 31, 2009
Site Move Update
Well, I think I’ve found all the plugins and site theme tweaks I want for the new place. I’ve been testing them at the testing site. So I’ll be shifting soon—maybe even tonight. Make sure to change your links to “spleenville.com” without the “v2” folder—the new blog will be pointed directly at the main url.
Later: oy gevalt! Okay, if you go to Spleenville.com you’ll see a new Wordpress blog. It’s basically empty at the moment except for the default “Hello World!” post and a post I put in to test it. I haven’t set up my themes or plugins or anything. I probably won’t do any more on the site until tomorrow—I’m probably going to bed soon. But it’s ready. This is the last post at this particular url. Reset all your bookmarks to spleenville.com.
PS: I’m not going to delete this site and move the posts I put here, so people who have linked to this stuff won’t have screwed up links. You can still comment on the posts here until the comments close—I think I have them set to close in fourteen days or something like that.
Friday, October 30, 2009
When I was an atheist
...I really didn’t care what religious people thought about life, the universe, and everything, and I didn’t understand why so many of my fellow atheists were obsessed with the matter. I would go to the homes of my atheist friends and see them sitting in front of the tv glaring at some religious spokesperson like Tammy Faye Bakker or Sister Angelica, or see them pouring through newspapers reading articles about the Pope’s latest pronouncement, or fizzing in fury about some ruling some church group laid on its members (like the Southern Baptists and the dust-up about making husbands the “heads of the household”—remember that? I think a bunch of gay groups decided to demonstrate against some Southern Baptist meeting in Orlando one year because of that, and no I don’t know why gay groups would be so upset over what the Southern Baptist Conference was telling its heterosexual married members to do), and I would be puzzled, because to me being an atheist meant not having to worry about what religious groups did amongst themselves. I kept a wary eye out for what they wanted to do to non-members, of course, but otherwise I couldn’t care less about what the Pope was doing.
You probably have noted that I haven’t mentioned any religion but Christianity. That’s because as far as my circle at that time was concerned, that was the only religion making any trouble. Buddhists were cute and exotic and you could pretend it was a “philosophy” instead of a religion. Judaism was taken for granted, at least in Miami where I lived then, as an ethnic group—people who converted to Judaism were considered weird by Jews and non-Jews alike. And most Jews in Miami thought the Hasidic Jews (i.e., the religious ones) were weird. I knew a lot of Jews who ate bacon and pork. As for Islam, we knew about crazy fanatic Muslims and wanted nothing to do with them but we only felt physically threatened by them, not mentally or emotionally. Only Christians were the real deal—monsters! Stay away! Like vampires to the cross we were to the… cross. Well, not me so much—and by the time the years went by and I began to see that my atheist friends were in a rut about the issue of religious people. I wanted to move on, to more interesting things than whether Mother Theresa was evil or whatever was up their butt that week, but my friends were still fuming because some Bible thumper somewhere said something about this being a Christian country as if saying so made it so and meant we’d all be rounded up by soldiers and forced to go to Sunday school. I just got bored with the paranoia and complaints. And that’s how I became an ex-atheist.
(Via Five Feet of Fury.)
US interference in Latin American politics
...is okay when Obama does it. Seriously, this is just shameful. How disgusting.
(Via Transterrestrial Musings.)
Spammers DieDieDie Update
I’m tired of removing stupid spam comments, which have been getting through despite spam controls like captcha and redirecting links, so I finally installed the Akismet extension and module for Expression Engine. I don’t think it will slow down commenting too much—I’ve used it on my Wordpress blogs and it seems to work just fine.
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Opinions are needed
Okay, now that the fun with Chinese bots attacking my site is over, maybe I can get some stuff done. I need some feedback from people: I’m going to be switching the site over to Wordpress, and rearranging the structure slightly. The plan is for the Spleenville.com domain to become once more the main focus, instead of shifting people off to a folder. Anyway, I had a certain structure in mind, but now I’ve been having second thoughts. I was going to arrange things like this:
—The main site address, spleenville.com, would open onto a static page with links (navigation across the top and/or the side) to other parts of the site.
—The static front page would contain some info, introduction patter, maybe a “excerpts from the latest posts” widget or something.
—The blog itself would be on another part of the site, reachable by the navigation links (above and/or on the side).
—I will also have sections for stories, essays, and photos. The sections themselves are easy to set up using Wordpress’ pages and child pages facility (I thought of using categories, but pages are much easier to arrange).
But, after thinking about it I think that it might be better that the main page of the site also be the main blog index page, showing the latest posts in standard blog fashion. For one thing, that means when people click on the title of the site in the header they will get routed back to the main postings page instead of the static “welcome” page and they won’t have to hunt about for the blog link again. Also this will keep me from having the ugly word “the blog” in my navigation menus. So, what is preferable—static front page and the blog just another separate section of the site, or blog on the main page, with still other sections of the site reachable by navigation menus. Leave your feedback in the comments!
Many things about this are not good
Final update: I knew it… Here is the email I just got a few minutes ago from my hosting service:
Nope, don’t need them, as I know exactly what they are: they are randomly named directories, most likely contaiing at least a file named w.txt, and were uploaded from a machine in China, directly via FTP to your site (and probably dated Oct 24 and Oct 26). As you might imagine, all of this does not mean that I’m psychic: it means your password was cracked, and you need to change it ASAP. We’ve been going through the logs finding the people affected, as it looks like someone just ran a massive user/password combo dictionary type attack on various machines, and either got in that way, or logged in directly via the use of an FTP password sniffer (which would mean a client side machine somewhere is infected with a trojan - usually the result of an outdated copy of the adobe acrobat reader that has been exploited). Removing the files is fine and exactly what you should have done; we’ve already added the IP we captured to the network wide deny list. This doesn’t mean that someone won’t try again, only that the one host we foundd in common can no longer access anything here. Too bad for them.
So, two things: make sure the apps you have installed locally on your machine are up to date, particularly acrobat reader and filezilla, if you use it, and number two, change your password from that option in the control panel.
I’m putting this up here for anyone else on Hosting Matters, or heck, any other hosting service—check your server file system! Because I also had that w.txt file they were talking about in there. I’m putting the rest of the entry under the break and deleting the code as well.
Wednesday, October 28, 2009
And they wonder why women are still messed up in the head
Oooh, looky! Another list of crap that some loser thinks I should have completely ticked off by now, or else I’m just not a proper person. Let’s make fun of this list of “30 things every woman should have before she turns 30.”
1. Clothes that fit the size she is now, not the size she was five years ago
Um, duh. Everyone of every age needs that.
2. A weekly income that covers the rent (or mortgage payment)
I wanted a pet dragon and a set of dishes that would magically clean themselves too. Earth to writers of this article: you’ve obviously never had to live on your own in a city where incomes were low and rents were high.
3. An orgasm
Whether or not I had one of those by the time I was thirty falls under “no one’s goddamn business,” but it’s nice to know a woman isn’t a woman unless she’s HAD SEX. This is just the contemporary version of “if you aren’t married by the time you’re twenty you’re a dried-up old maid.”
4. Always enough toilet paper
So far that’s the only one I agree with, but that’s kind of another “duh.”
5. A hair stylist she trusts
To what? Not steal her wallet while she’s under the dryer? I have never liked fussing with my hair and I hate even worse having other people fuss over it, so I don’t go to salons and if I need my hair cut I go to some bargain place like Supercuts where I can have it done and get out. I don’t care who the hairdressers are.
6. A favorite song, porn site, image, movie or fantasy that always gets her in the mood
Again with the sex, not to mention the assumption that it’s okay to tell perfect strangers what sort of sex they should be having.
7. Health insurance
Yeah, god forbid we aren’t totally obsessed with being taken care of by some Nanny Organization by the time we are thirty. I based my past job decisions on “OMG I can’t be without health insurance!” because I live in a country of hypochondriacs. I hardly ever used it, so all that money I had taken from my paychecks was pretty much wasted. But I stayed in jobs that bored me and didn’t pay enough because I bought the propaganda that to be without health insurance for so much as a day would cause disaster to fall on my head. I have now been without health insurance for about two years and my health is the same as ever.
8. A signature drink
Yeah that’s really important—what? How stupid.
9. A healthy relationship with her parents
Gee what if her parents are dead or crazy or evil through no fault of her own? What if her only way of dealing with them is to stay away? I really resent the Therapismatics for making people feel not only that they are doing something bad if they are at all sad or angry about something, but for not fixing everyone around them too. Patronizing stuff like this doesn’t help.
10. Bras in the correct size
Um… yeah. Duh.
11. Enough alcohol in her home to offer drop-by guests a cocktail
So they can drive home drunk? Note to article writer: not all of us live in New York City. (Also—what, people who don’t drink should keep booze around anyway? How about alcoholics—should they keep booze in the house for “guests”? Not everyone belongs to a trendy little clique that spends all their time “dropping in” and drinking cocktails.)
12. An emergency hangover remedy
It’s called “not drinking so much you get hangovers.” By the time you are thirty you should have figured that out.
13. A voter registration card
Okay, there’s one more I agree with that isn’t a “duh.”
14. A wardrobe that includes the perfectly flattering little black dress, a great pair of heels, jeans that make her ass look great, and a cute hat that hides a bad hair day
Oh for Chrissakes.
15. A yearly appointment with her gynecologist
Actually do women really have to go every year when they are still in their twenties? Then again, if they are sleeping around like the writer of this article apparently thinks women that age should be…
16. The name of reliable movers to give her friends when they ask for help relocating
Is that a “nice” (that is, mean) way of saying “tell your friends to stuff it you aren’t going to help them move”?
17. The gumption to ask a man out
Because a women isn’t anything without a man!
18. A group of girlfriends who get it
What, the clap?
19. A set of tools (and the ability to use them ... even if it’s just to hang a piece of art)
Okay, there’s one more thing I agree with.
20. A balanced checkbook
Mine always said “zero.” It was so easy to balance.
21. No interest in men who just aren’t that into her
She’ll find loads of them when she attempts item 17.
22. A vacation to look forward to at least once a year
I always looked forward to my vacations—it was the week I got away from the job I didn’t like and didn’t pay me enough but I kept because I was afraid of losing the health insurance I hardly ever used.*
23. A good bulls**t detector
Okay, one more I agree with, but… things like this list will set off that alarm.
24. The courage to stand up for herself and her beliefs
Even if they are stupid and based on ignorance.
25. A favorite sex position
Again with the sex. How about writers of cute “for the girls” columns stay out of strange womens’ coochies?
26. A set of hand towels so guests don’t have dry their hands on her bath towel (gross!)
The “guests” that dropped by and demanded booze shouldn’t be picky about what they have to wipe their hands on. (Though I actually agree with this; I just had to snark.)
27. Enough self-love to avoid and break off unhealthy friendships and relationships
The ones that self-love got her into the first place. (It’s not “self-love” that helps a person break off an unhealthy relationship, but the realization that you aren’t, in fact, the star of your own movie and that you can’t rewrite other peoples’ characters to suit you.)
28. A commitment to exercise
Exercise your opinion vigorously!
29. A retirement fund
Keep it in a sock under your bed before Obamaco takes it to fund the New York Times bailout.
30. A great vibrator
Can I accuse an internet article of virtual sexual harrassment? I mean seriously.
*Full disclosure: the health insurance plan I did have back in the mid-Nineties came in handy when I had to go to the hospital for a kidney stone. But—they would have had to treat me anyway, and would have worked with me on paying off the bill, which might actually have been less than they charged the insurance company. I can tell you that my attitude towards going to the doctor is unchanged whether I have insurance or not: not until the last minute when I am feeling like I’m about to die. I’ve known people who loved going to the doctor and getting examinated up the yin-yang and having blood drawn and all that. I am not one of those people.
(Via Althouse.)
Update: a lot of people on Althouse’s site have mentioned the absence of a couple of things most women should get before they are thirty, not after: husband and kids. Why before? Well, a younger woman has more husband options and—how can I put this delicately oh why bother—won’t be considered “used up” (especially the sort of women this article writer seems to be fond of), and if you have kids while you’re young you won’t have sullen teenagers in the house when you’re nearing retirement age. I admit I missed this because I’ve never wanted either, but most women aren’t weirdos like me: they want to get married and have kids. It’s interesting that they aren’t even on the list—as if they’re such an optional option for today’s woman that they don’t even warrant a mention.
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Insert “Hot For Teacher” Joke Here
Well guess what I did today. I was lying there in bed, when my phone rang. The school needed me to come in and substitute! Just like that. For some reason I thought I had to get some sort of “you cleared the background check” notification in the mail, but I was wrong. Anyway, I got to “teach” my first class today, and I survived being in the same room with several children and even managed to communicate with them almost as if I were a human being, so that was good. Less good was the fact that I didn’t have any caffeine for the entire day until I got home in the afternoon. See, when I got the call I wanted to make a good impression, so I didn’t dawdle over a cup of instant coffee but just got dressed and out of there. “I’ll get some in the school at some point. Surely there will be coffee somewhere.” I haven’t been in a school for non-adults in a very long time. There was no coffee to be had, until I got to the teachers’ lounge and saw the pot! Of lukewarm liquid which had a coffeelike flavor but turned out to be decaf since it had absolutely no effect on my headache or my caffeine-starved synapses. So by the time I got back I had a splitting headache which only now has subsided. Lesson learned.
Monday, October 26, 2009
Podhoretz Person
Oh, my burning, aching derriere, I can’t believe this is coming from the pen (typewriter, keyboard, whatever) of one of the biggies of Neoconservative thought:
Unlike the New Testament, which consistently favors the poor over the rich and sees money as the root of all evil
(As quoted by Steve Sailer.) Aaah! Aaah! Aaaaaaggghhh! The pain! It burns! No, no no nononononooooo… Mr. Podhoretz, it is not money that is the root of all evil, it is the love of money that is the root of all evil. Here’s the complete quote from fricking Timothy 6:10:
For the love of money is the root of all evil: which while some coveted after, they have erred from the faith, and pierced themselves through with many sorrows.
Money is just a thing, like other things, and it’s okay to have riches as long as (according to Christian and Jewish belief) you don’t place your wealth before (in ascending order) your duty to care for your family, then to care for those less fortunate than you who are not in your immediate family, and then to worship and thank God for blessing you with said riches. This kind of destroys his argument that Jews shouldn’t be into social justice because Jews never cared about the poor only the amassing of wealth unlike Christians who were all about giving everything away to the poor or whatever the hell he meant and it’s really funny to see a Jew drag out stereotypes of money-grubbing Jews isn’t it? Is there an editor left in the land that can make sure writers quote accurately, or are they all so afraid of the Bible that if you show them one they react like vampires to the cross, and thus couldn’t tell you what was in one if it wasn’t already quoted in The New York Review of Books or something?
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Site redo updates
You’ll all be thrilled to know that I’ve progressed in my design for the site do-over. I’ve figured out the basic layout, and how I want to set everything up. It just remains to find the theme that best suits my design. I hate hate hate hate busy themes, and I’ve just about had it with pale type on pale backgrounds (wtf people?). But that’s a diatribe for another day. What I haven’t figured out is where I’m going to put things—I’d like to keep things here on my server space, but just in case I’ve set up a new blog over at Wordpress.com which has most of what I need. (If you’d like to help keep Spleenville.com going—yeah, I’ve decided to keep the domain name, it’s my “brand” as they say now—please feel free to donate by clicking on that Paypal button in the sidebar.)
Anyway, I think that in a few days I’ll be moving some stuff around here. Bookmark “spleenville.com” by itself for the big day!
Saturday, October 24, 2009
Don’t Think Pink
Ann Althouse is sick of the pink breast cancer obsession. You know what? So am I. It’s all of a piece with the nation of neurasthenic hypochondriacs we’ve turned into. It’s not good enough to know about a disease, each disease has to have a “campaign” the purpose of which is to make us “aware” that somewhere someone has this disease and you could get it too! So wear this ribbon to signal your awareness! Like the problem of people not knowing about diseases is so huge and urgent. And they’ve run out of single-color ribbons, I do believe, and are probably by this time going into patterns.
But the breast cancer “campaign” is special, because it’s considered primarily a disease of women (though men have breasts too and they can get cancer in them—my ex-fiancé was one of them, he had to have some pre-cancerous things removed from his moobs a few years back), and thus a variety of pseudo-feminist canards have been tacked onto the business, which means we get people believing things such as were trumpeted by one of her commenters here:
Yeah! It’s TERRIBLE that a disease that was ignored and shunned for years would receive any recognition!!!
I’ve been hearing this about breast cancer for years now, and I’ve come not to believe it. So I countered with:
Breast cancer was “ignored and shunned”? Since when? Sorry, the whole “breast cancer victims were treated like crap until our new Enlightened era of non-stop talking about it because men hated women” sounds like so much propagandistic crap. I’m pretty sure that breast cancer was always considered a serious problem just like every other cancer, and that no one “shunned” anyone, even back when no one knew what to do about people with cancer except to give them laudanum for the pain. People just didn’t used to make as much fuss about themselves and their ailments as we do today. And since we are all now supposed to be attention whores, the idea of keeping one’s problems to oneself is looked upon with horror.
I mean, I know that back in the bad old days, doctors did dismiss some womens’ complaints of illness with “it’s just hysteria because you’re a woman,” but they didn’t do that because they thought women were useless or deserved to suffer, they did that because they didn’t know any better and they sincerely thought that many illnesses were actually manifestations of mental or emotional problems and that a variety of treatments for such, from stern talkings-to to sedatives, were the proper solution. Also, early detection of cancer was impossible then—by the time most cancers can be detected by non-high-tech methods it’s pretty much too late. In any case, I’d like to know where the idea that breast cancer was ever considered such a demerit to a woman that she was “shunned” came from. People with leprosy were famously shunned, but leprosy isn’t cancer. It’s probably a mishmash of half-digested knowledge about past medical practices combined with high school memories of reading The Yellow Wallpaper.
Update: I forgot to add a note about my current funding campaign! It’s for my Emptywalletitis, which is a side effect of Funemploymentosis, a very serious disease that people are afraid to talk about because they’ll be shunned! It’s time to be Aware! But this disease has a cure—all you have to do is click on the Paypal button on my sidebar! And you don’t even have to wear a ribbon, though if you want to go right ahead. My personal favorite colors are forest green, royal blue, deep violet, and wine red.
Next day update: Kathy weighs in. You know, I had forgotten all about that episode of All In The Family. In fact, I have blocked most of the later seasons of that series out of my mind—you know, when it stopped being a funny show where the “lessons” on racial prejudice and so on didn’t get in the way of the funny stuff about Archie ranting at Meathead and telling Edith to stifle herself and became a Concerned Television Program About Problems In Our Society. All I remember is that one where Archie half-reluctantly joins a white supremacist group and Michael won’t let him hold the baby.
And a friend dragged me to see Footloose in the theater because she was nuts over Kevin Bacon, and all I remember thinking is “why did the town ban dancing? Since the action that precipitated the ban was one of those teenage car crashes, why didn’t they just take away the car keys from everyone under twenty? The kids could have been going on a fishing trip…” If you thought too hard about that movie, it fell apart like a paper bag in the rain. John Lithgow’s preacher dad was much too nice and cultured to come up with stuff like “dancing is of the devil” or whatever it was he said, and he had no control over his daughter, who was sleeping around. And banning dancing would seem to contravene the Third Amendment, especially the “right of the people to peacefully assemble”—because the dancing ban extended to the stock uptight adults the movie was populated by. And so on. And now I can’t get that goddamn Kenny Loggins song out of my head.
Straight Eye for the Queer Coupling
I take issue with Brian Micklethwait on the subject of gay marriage being an encourager of straight marriage:
I’m afraid that this just strikes me as incredibly naive. For one thing, I am not at all sure that “gays lead where others follow.” For example, no matter how many women squeal over the team of gay designers on Queer Eye For The Straight Guy I still don’t see a movement towards a lot of heterosexual men going into fashion design, or even cleaning up their apartments. As for marriage, your analogy only works if in fact straight people are currently not getting married at all. But as far as I can tell marriage itself (as opposed to staying married, a completely different animal and something gay couples no doubt have as much trouble with as straight ones) remains a popular activity among hets everywhere. So where exactly is the fashion lead?
What could make an actor think that his portrayal of a happy gay married couple would suddenly make Jim-Bob propose marriage to Rhonda Sue after five common-law years and two kids in the trailer park (or Connor and Bree decide to get a second mortgage on their childless uptown Manhattan “we’re life partners!” loft so they can get that designer wedding album and the honeymoon in Cannes) I have no idea; perhaps it is, as I snarkily continued, that the entertainment industry is “populated by aliens from Beta Carinii VII.” But the entire argument that we should accept gay marriage because of its supposed good effects on straights is a fail all around anyway. Whether you are for or against the whole idea, let’s at least be honest here. I doubt the number of gays who really care about the state of heterosexual marriage can be counted on more than one hand; gay marriage is all about gays.
And now that I’ve made friends all around, don’t forget the bleg! Fascist homophobic rightwingers need money too.
Friday, October 23, 2009
Night Thoughts
Gah. I just killed what I think was a “kissing bug.” They look like stink bugs only longer. (And when I squashed it, it smelled like perfume of all things.) So now I’m sitting here wondering if this thing I thought was a pimple on the end of my nose is actually a kissing bug bite, and does that mean I’m going to die of Chagas disease. So I’m just sitting here thinking that it would be hilarious (no, not really) if I came down with a serious disease after a lifetime of pretty good health in the Age of Obama and his magical unicorns. I really don’t want that—I don’t want to join the nation of sickies we seem to have become, obsessed with something called “health care” which means “money to pay for all the drugs and doctor visits and things shoved up our butts” which is apparently the fate every American has to look forward to. Include me out, I hate going to the doctor and can’t be more bored with the thought of my personal health.
I think it’s just a pimple, though.
Just a reminder I’m having a bleg, rather urgent—I’m feeling just a bit of despair about my chances in the job market. I am having increasing difficulties thinking of ways to “sell” my talent and experience when apparently I don’t have anything anyone wants. Yeah, gloom. Anyway, thanks to anyone who donates—every little bit helps. At least I need enough to put on my phone account so I can call the funemployment people and wait on hold for an hour.
I’ve also reached a kind of mental impasse in my plans for my future web presence. My original idea was to just revamp this site over to Wordpress. That’s still the original idea, but… I find myself resenting having to do it using my current web “brands.” I am feeling increasingly alienated from “spleenville” and “twisted spinster” and all the rest of the stuff that once sounded so cute and snarky and clever, but now it just seems sort of stupid and childish. On the other hand, there are all these other people with the same name as me and if I went with my real name I’d disappear into a crowd. (On the other hand, when I do a search under “Andrea Harris” spleenville.com comes up second on Google.) But I just haven’t felt very splenetic these days. And on the other hand I certainly don’t want to buy yet another domain name—that would be stupid, considering I’m thinking I might have to dump the whole mess and go to a free service. I could always open up another blog on Wordpress.com. Their service has improved quite a bit even in the past few months. Eh, I don’t know what I want to do. Well, except get a job, get over this writer’s block, save enough money for my own apartment, be able to pay my bills, etc. I still feel like I’m floating in midair.
Emergency Bleg
Arrgghhh… still no job, I can’t even get interviewed, I’ve heard nothing from the country school board re my eligibility for substitute teaching, and I’ve run out of money, and trying to get through the labyrinthine unemployment system is eating up all my phone minutes on my dying cell phone. Right now I’m on hold, again, and I only hope I can get through to someone before my account runs out of money and cuts me off, or my battery dies. And then I don’t even know if or when I’ll get any funemployment play money. So. It’s time for another bleg. Anything you can send will help, just click the Paypal button to the right, etc. Arrgh.
Update: Sigh. And I gave up being on hold after nearly eight minutes at 20 cents a minute passed by. I went and applied online at several local grocery stores. I emailed the local funemployment bureau about the form they need to send to the department of the previous state I worked for so I can reopen my claim and I got an email back asking me to call the number I was on hold on forever. Well I don’t have seven minutes left in my phone, so they won’t be getting a call from me today. And I am now considering taking my site down and going back to Blogspot or Wordpress.com, because if I can’t get a job I’m not going to be able to afford this server space anymore. As if to push me along that road the site was down just a while ago for five whole minutes. I am just so frustrated.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
55 WPM
It was the batteries after all, so my keyboard is back up. Not that I have anything to say now… I’ve been playing with the testing site and have figured out how to set up a static page as the home page and put the blog on another page. (The object is to make the blog just part of my overall site, instead of the main focus.) I’ve been looking at themes—while all of the themes I have installed on the test site so far have some points in their favor, none of them have quite all the elements I want. So I’ve been thinking of just getting one of the “framework” themes and building a child theme on top of that. (And now the server that the testing site is on seems to be down. It’s been down a lot lately. Even the Spleenville servers have been having some trouble in the past week, though thankfully not that much. It’s a good thing I don’t use the victorysoap.us site for my main blog, I’d be frantic.)
Maybe one of these days I’ll get back to blogging about important stuff like my sinuses.
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