I've heard about Typepad, myspace (GOD forbid) and xanga. None of them appeal to me because everyone knows my current address... daveswindow.blogspot.com.
I know the 'beta' is supposed to be an upgrade, but they won't let me switch yet because my blog is too big. Oh sure, I've been turned down for other things because of huge size, but c'mon... this is the internet, which is the figurative "cavernous beaver."
Actually I'm just working through my frustration with Blogger by writing about it. Therapy for free.
And now, I feel better.
Time for some photo fun. This is the brainchild of Chris Cope. Hold the camera between your feet and use the timer to snap a self portrait!
Pick a creative position (on your back) or setting (on the couch) and snap a picture. Go on, do it. I'll wait.
(drumming fingers, picking nose, changing channels, checking balls)
Here's the same picture, only touched up to make me look older:
Do your own and post it. Or not. Whatever.
Scrubs took the form of a musical tonight. It was a good refresher on why I don't like musicals. Could it be that Scrubs "jumped the shark" tonight?
Speaking of television, American Idol began this week, and it never fails to disappoint me how disappointing it is, especially during tryouts. Every season the show attracts more and more attention-mongers who have no musical intentions.
Some contestants have no shame or pride. And that attracts VIEWERS with no shame or pride. Which brings us back to me. Oh well, it gets better when they get to Hollywood.
I've been around the block a few times, relationship-wise. Who hasn't, right? But through all of them, for whatever reason, I've chosen people either ill-suited to my personality or gold-diggers who want a free ride.
Much love to my best friend Emily, who put an end to that trend. She is the one who best understands me, appreciates my sort of unique "take" on things, and stays in spite of it all. We met one year ago this week. I am thankful for her and felt like sharing my good fortune with you.
This one's going to stick, I know it.