Sadistic Excess

There will be no picture forthcoming of my finger.

This template is a blast from the past. Some of you might recognize it, remember the Exacto knives that were at the top, etc. On the blog front, I’ve had to go into a few posts to kick out some unhappy coding lurking in the background. If you come across something not right, odd letters where they shouldn’t be or a virus warning hits your browser when you access certain posts, pass it along to my email.

During the worst of this process, I had debated the worth of my writing against the frustration of recovering it. This was pieced together, bit by bit and by the time I finished, I had decided that, if nothing else, I wasn’t going to let someone else make that decision for me. Since I’ve re-opened this door to my head, I’ve been bombarded with over 6K in spam comments, handled beautifully by my spam filters, and many, many private and public comments. It’s a long change from when N was my only reader.

I don’t have much more for you. I’m not in the creative flow and lacking a passionate relationship, seriously depletes my inspiration in the first place. I am such a cold person when left to my own devices, and that’s where my head is right now.