Only Nola

Little Trouble Here...

Well, we're still struggling through the switch to TypePad.  I can attest to the fact that TypePad has phenomenal customer service, since I've effectively pestered them into a vegetative state, but the switching the domain thing?  It's a nightmare roughly the size of Pamela Anderson's TITS.  We're still having issues getting all the traffic directed over here, since, for reasons known only to the penis-afflicted that set this shit up to begin with, my domain registrar is only shoving people over here who type in www.onlynola.com, NOT people who type it in without the www in front.  WTF?  Now, most people use the www, but it galls me to lose the few frootloops that don't. 

I hope they get it fixed before I have to make them cower before my spork...

Look! No, Really... LOOK!

Hey, we're on TypePad now!  So far it's mostly the same, visually speaking, but the functionality is WAY better, as is the support, so hopefully this will be a good move.  I'll be tinkering with the layout/visual aspect as classes and all permit.

I have to go wipe my eyes (baaaaaaaaaad morning) and try to convince myself not to stick my head in the oven.  (...)   I KID, I KID!

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It's an electric, ffs.

Testing the TypePad Experience...

I just want to see how some of these features work... bear with me, people.  All the old blog posts aren't up yet, but we're working on it.  And the photos that were in some of the old posts, well... they may not make it over at all.  I'm not sure I'm that industrious.  Gah.

It Stays

The blog is staying up. Damn the torpedoes, full steam ahead. I am cramming for my REL class right now, so I can't go into it much, but suffice it to say that my reasons for taking it down are no longer an issue. I'll delve more later. My season of insanity? Is rapidly coming to a close. I've been out of my mind for awhile (possibly with some reason, the events of the last year being what they were and all, but who can say?), but I'm over it.

Carpe diem.

‘Bout That Time

I may be taking the blog down. I'll let y'all know in the next few days.

Just one of those things.

Men Lie

I know, we all know men lie, but I just thought I'd throw it out there for those of you that might have forgotten. I've been absent since last week, one thing and another demanding my attention, but I'll post something Monday after my first day at MSU. Share the joy and/or spontaneous combustion.

Oh, and I'm sure you and Cindy will be very happy together... (you know who you are). That explains so much.

I really want to kick something.

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Me, Overdue? Surely Not.

Yeah, I know, I know... it's been two weeks since I posted last. We all know that I've gone from a three-times-weekly poster to a will-post-when-compelled-by-threat-of-violence poster. Accept this and stop STARING at me, for the love of GOD!

Want to hear about Disneyworld?

First off, completely out of order within the parameters of the vacation timeline, I have to tell you? The people in charge of the script for the bus system in the Disneyworld resorts should be replaced. By epileptic monkeys. There we were, on the bus heading for Magic Kingdom, when this recording starts up. It says (and I'm not making this up. Swear to God.) 'For the safety of you and those around you, please remain seated for the duration of your ride, and do not stand until the bus comes to a complete stop. (Okay, I'm with them on that part. Got it. Now here comes the fun part...) UNLESS YOU'RE STANDING. Then, please hold onto the overhead straps provided for your safety.

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So remain seated for safety... or don't. They don't really give a fuck, either way, they just felt it necessary to play a recording that can't make up its mind about how best to NOT break your goddamned neck while on the freaking bus. I mean, really... what's the point of the recording at all? Sit down, stand up... you can do EITHER, for fuck's sake, so why tell you anything at all? Is it a liability issue? Because if it is, I can't imagine how much protection that recording is. It's like having a security guard armed with a bag of marshmallows... not doing a single bit of good, and being pretty retarded in the process.

Things just crack me up.

I have to take the boy to school and all, but wanted to get SOMETHING up here before I turned 80. I'll try and get back on to post more about the actual vacation today or tomorrow...

And we all know how THAT goes.

Flu… Wheeee!

I've now had the flu for a week. A week. That's like nine months in flu years. It sucks long. The fever, the fatigue, the nose that wants to fall off after the six millionth time blowing it... it's festive! And you know what makes it even better?

When your nine year old gets it, too.

Poor Connor got his dose of it two days after mine started. His fever went higher than mine, bless his heart, but otherwise the symptoms have all been the same. Ray's the only one that dodged the bullet... no idea why. Maybe it's just God's idea of humor. Ha.

I'm finally (apparently) fever free. *knocks on wood* I may now be proven to be a liar if I get a lovely little relapse (the universe's way of dealing with people like me who dare to say they're fever free. Mother Nature's a mean bitch.), but hopefully I'm all done. Connor's fever wasn't nearly as high this morning as it's been the last three mornings, so hope springs eternal.

Can it please be summer now? PLEASE?

In other news, we're also on the tail end of a nice little ice storm. School's been closed for three days (which actually worked out to be a blessing, since Connor was so sick he'd have had to have missed school and this way? No absences! Now let's just hope he's fit to go tomorrow.) and Ray's work even shut down yesterday (probably due to that whole pesky 'the power went out when a tree fell on a power line' thing. Go figure.). Right now I'm sitting at the computer and listening to the charming sound of large hunks of ice falling off the roof and crashing right against the window ledge. Scared the living shit out of me earlier.

And while I'm on the (somewhat) topic, can anyone explain to me why truck drivers (whom I normally stick up for due to the fact that cars give them no time to stop, ride their asses, blah blah blah) barrel along at 70 miles an hour during an ice storm? Every car on the road is doing like 40, and here comes random 18 wheeler, running like the hounds of hell are behind him, seemingly intent on nothing so much as driving STRAIGHT. UP. MY. ASS. And if that should fail? At least passing me and nearly blowing me off the road. I don't get it. I've seen quite a few wrecks of overturned 18 wheelers, and it's never pretty. Don't they LEARN? Ice + road + high winds = SLOW THE FUCK DOWN. This isn't rocket science, people. RAINMAN could get this right.

Asshats.

Anyhoo. I'm now going to go curl up on the couch and watch Intervention. And try to find my writing muse while I'm at it. I've slacked off here on the blog to the point of catatonia, and when I sit down to write I'm generally about as able to access the funny as I am the winning lottery numbers. I guess it's just a dry spell. Or psychosis. One of those.

*sighs*

One More Thing…

I just, for the first time in EONS, posted new pictures on the Fllickr site that I generally neglect beyond all recognition.

In case any of y'all are interested.

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Oh, whatever. I'll write more this weekend.

Phhhttttt.