I hope everyone had a very happy holiday. Sorry for the silence last week, but I was sick! sick sick sick! I woke up Monday feeling as fine as one can feel on a Monday, but by 3pm was sick. I missed three days of work. Friday, I was already off, but I’m not sure if I would have gone back to work if I wasn’t already PTO. I haven’t been that sick in a very long time. I guess I just broke down. I didn’t even feel remotely well until Saturday.

I’ve installed the patch to MovableType that is supposed to fix the server load with spam comments issues. And I’ve submitted a help desk ticket, requesting the return of control over the mt-comments.cgi from my webhost. So, hopefully, comments will return soon. I guess I’m going to have to change the color scheme as well, since Christmas is over.

once again, pimp this book. I think it might be the best christmas present, to give or receive, ever. I gave one to EvilDeb. I was going to give one to my brother, but he isn’t “doing xmas,” so I don’t have to get him anything. I think I am going to give a copy to one of my cousins…. why, I don’t think there is anyone on my xmas list for whom this book would be inappropriate. Except my grandmother, perhaps. Oh, and maybe the more conservative christian branch of the family. They may not like it when you call angels stupid, I don’t know.

Really, I just needed an excuse to use my favorite chapter title as a blog title.

It seems that, due to server load from comment spam, that my web hosting company has taken over the mt-comments.cgi file, from me, and set permissions to “You can just fuck right off.” I can’t fix this, since they have stolen it from me. I will not be able to receive comments, until MovableType releases a patch for this spam comment bug. I don’t think I like this, even though I understand why they did it. However, there are several other solutions. I would have been happy to restrict comments to registered users only, until MT releases a patch. It kinda sucks. And it is probably happening to all the überblogs I host, as well.

Oh well. If you really need to comment on something I say, feel free to email me. Hopefully, this will be fixed soon, and cyberpixels will return custody of my blog to me.

Fee has let me know that comments are not working right now, on my blog. You get Forbidden error with a dash of 404. I’ll try to figure this out later, after I get home from work. Right now, I am going to stop and enjoy the silver lining of this predicament…. no comment spam can get through.

I, this blog, was spammed 84 times by a website promoting an online card game with the name of a particular SW state the other day. Eighty-four times! Bastards. This particular group does this about twice a week. I hope they know, Santa hates them. It’s not as bad as the sex spams. Which promote violent, nonparticipatory sex with women. Against their will. Which is upsetting to see, even if the comment is not public without authorization. it makes me angry to see it. Those particular groups aren’t just getting coal for Christmas. There is a special level of Hell waiting for them.

So, maybe you noticed, in my list of books I am reading, that I am currently reading Stitch ‘N Bitch. I am going to give knitting a try. There are two reasons. Maybe three.

1. I want to be just like the Infamous SuperAdmin Mary, who knits like crazy.
2. It will make me feel less guilty about the hours I am dedicating to my new addiction, Law and Order: Special Victims Unit, if I am knitting while I watch tv. [that Det. Stabbler is just so hunky.]
3. If i actually obtained any level of skill at knitting, it would be fun to make things.

Also, I know from crochet, that it can be very meditative, and a good way to think things through. So I think it would only help with the writing. Once your hands get going, your mind can wander freely.

When you are testing software, a document that has changes made to it, but has not been saved, is called “dirty.” I was reviewing an issue, written by someone in QE [testing] who used the term “force dirty,” and for some reason, it really resonated with me. Sometimes, we are all forced dirty. And when we’ll we be saved?

I’ve been reading a literary blog called MoorishGirl.com lately, and enjoying it very much. And from that website, I found out about Buyblue.org, a website that lists companies who gave charity who align with the blue political sensibilities. From there, I learned I should be buying books from Barnes and Noble, rather than Amazon.com. I think I tend to buy more from Barnes and Noble, because I like going to bookstores and browsing. I should stay away from Walmart [duh], Target [no, sorry. no, can’t do that.] and Circuit City. But I’m free to spend at Costco and Nordstrom. Wheeeee!! And 100% of Netflix’s political contributions went to Democrats. Hot dog, I love the netflix!! But here is one of my favorites… stay away from Hallmark! They don’t care to give what I call the very best. I always knew that place was secretly run by Satan. And during the Day After Christmas sale, all His Dark Minions gather and go to war over 50% the ugly xmas wrapping paper that remains. It truly is Hell on Earth. Believe me, I used to work there.

I was deleting spam, and I accidentally deleted your comment, I am sorry. I didn’t want you to think I was rude. Or you were unwelcome. I just hate that spam so much, I get over deletey.

Alabama, tread carefully, because I am about thisclose to asking you to leave my country. And it’s all Gerald Allen’s fault. This man is a fuckwit and a bigot, just like our President. And I would like both of them to leave the world of politics. Find another occupation, like… farming. Something where, even though they are fuckwits, they can actually contribute something useful to society.

Can someone, anyone, explain to me why we still hate and fear gay people? And by we, I mean society in general. Why would someone even consider proposing a law that would “ban the use of state funds to purchase any books or other materials that ‘promote homosexuality’,” in this new millennium? Aren’t we over this by now? It makes me want to cry. That someone would merrily go about hating people, and we just let it go. Those who wave a bible in my face as an answer can shove their bibles up their asses. And I mean that sincerely. That book is not an excuse to treat people as sick and evil, because they love someone of their own gender. And it shouldn’t be the de-facto guide to law making in our country anyway. Separation of church and state. Remember that, Gerald Allen? You, Gerald, are a moron and a bigot. You are not protecting anyone. You are promoting hate and fear, you want the US Government to tell 10% of our population that there is something wrong with them. Officially. There is nothing wrong with them, but there is something seriously wrong with you. Gerald. Take all of the righteous indignation and put it towards something useful. Like working on a cure for Breast Cancer, or AIDS, or feeding the hungry and housing the homeless. Look at former President Carter, who is a Christian, look what he did… Habitat for Humanity!! Give something positive and loving back to your state.

ggrrr… I’m just so angry. and so so so so disappointed.

ps. Gerald… Jesus thinks you’re an ass.

pps. I’m going to start promoting homosexuality on my blog.

I read the Get Fuzzy everyday, because I enjoy Bucky the cat. Today’s comic explains how you, my internet friends, could help me become a best selling novelist.

Squishy was momentarily possessed by Satan. The space bar on the keyboard quit working, soeverythingIwastypingendeduplikethis. And then, I typed the letter “L” and it would not quit typing the letter. I sat there with my hands in the air as EvilDeb and I watched the window fill up with little “L’s.” I think this is Satan’s way of getting my attention and letting me know I should get working on his bookclub.