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Monday, August 03, 2009
Saturday, May 09, 2009
Pack It. Ship It. Brrrrp! Brrrp!
This blog is moving. Correction, it moved. HERE.
I shipped it on over to it's own special domain along with a new publisher, Wordpress. The new blog is far from formatted and I need to work on a cool new theme but it was an act of god that I figured out how to get it there in the first place.
The move allows me to have my own domain name and work with a much better program. Hopefully I'll ditch my ex-boyfriend's psycho stalker girlfriends in the move but I won't loose the cool guys. You know, like Trout at TroutUnderground.com.
If you're one of my 5 loyal readers, update your bookmarks or RSS feed to: www.postsfromtheedge.com
This blog is moving. Correction, it moved. HERE.
I shipped it on over to it's own special domain along with a new publisher, Wordpress. The new blog is far from formatted and I need to work on a cool new theme but it was an act of god that I figured out how to get it there in the first place.
The move allows me to have my own domain name and work with a much better program. Hopefully I'll ditch my ex-boyfriend's psycho stalker girlfriends in the move but I won't loose the cool guys. You know, like Trout at TroutUnderground.com.
If you're one of my 5 loyal readers, update your bookmarks or RSS feed to: www.postsfromtheedge.com
Monday, April 27, 2009
Cruising Petfinder.Com
Lazy day here as I recover from the Midwest Mountaineering Expo. I had a pretty vivid dream last night about the former Suggen the Wonderdog. That resulted in a curious search on Petfinder. Dangerous stuff out there. I'm sure this one will be gobbled up in a second. She could, quite possibly, be the reincarnation of Suggen.
Lazy day here as I recover from the Midwest Mountaineering Expo. I had a pretty vivid dream last night about the former Suggen the Wonderdog. That resulted in a curious search on Petfinder. Dangerous stuff out there. I'm sure this one will be gobbled up in a second. She could, quite possibly, be the reincarnation of Suggen.
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Sunday, April 12, 2009
Tuesday, April 07, 2009
Obligatory Google Search Post
I suck. My posts have been way down. I dunno. I've been Twittering and Facebooking and holy crap, are those words? There's too much social media. Too much noise and not enough thought for a good MK post. No meat. Just fat.
In the past year, there's a lot less drama in my life. You know, the kind with a lyin', cheatin', POS that gets one girl preggers on my dime and then without as much letting the sheets cool, gets his best friend's daughter knocked up. At the age of 50. I'm not bitter. Actually, I've decided that it's such a great story that it can't go untold. And when I tell it, there's usually someone usually ends up spitting out their drink in complete disbelief. By the grace of God, I have been able to truly find humor in it all. In my mind I am sort sort of cartoon character slotted as the underdog that comes out on top of it all. With a cape. And spandex. And maybe some cool boots. On top and without illegitimate children! Yay! Can I get a high five?
Let's see... I found myself a roommate who is not only fiscally responsible, she does not try to hit me. She does not have Whiskey Plates on her vehicle either. I have been on several dates with one particular male (*gasp*) over the past 6 months. He has passed inspection from several members of my Board of Well Being. Brad even got him to dance, solo, to 80's music, in front of my whole industry. I might see him again.
With out all the suffering and beating my head against the wall, there seems to be little to stir the proverbial pot of deep thought. It's a co-dependent relationship, really.
As a birthday resolution (the MK new year begins April 21, everyone.... that's APRIL 21) I will come up with some good reads. I would love to publish the story about the trip to the gynecologist after a dinner of General Tso's Chicken. But my dad reads this damn thing.
In the meantime, I've been given fair warning that I am going to be googled by an area guild of web guys, former newspaper employees, and general media types who have some things in the works here in Duluth. I didn't know until after I pressed send in the "I'm interested" page that they would do this. So, here's the part where you leave all sorts of great comments about how you love my writing . Maybe you post a link to your favorite post. Maybe you say how despite my lack of professional training, my deplorable sentence structure and abundant typos, I should be involved with a grassroots movement in my community to get out the news. Or at least tell a good story or two. Now, press the "Comments" link under the post and have at it.
I suck. My posts have been way down. I dunno. I've been Twittering and Facebooking and holy crap, are those words? There's too much social media. Too much noise and not enough thought for a good MK post. No meat. Just fat.
In the past year, there's a lot less drama in my life. You know, the kind with a lyin', cheatin', POS that gets one girl preggers on my dime and then without as much letting the sheets cool, gets his best friend's daughter knocked up. At the age of 50. I'm not bitter. Actually, I've decided that it's such a great story that it can't go untold. And when I tell it, there's usually someone usually ends up spitting out their drink in complete disbelief. By the grace of God, I have been able to truly find humor in it all. In my mind I am sort sort of cartoon character slotted as the underdog that comes out on top of it all. With a cape. And spandex. And maybe some cool boots. On top and without illegitimate children! Yay! Can I get a high five?
Let's see... I found myself a roommate who is not only fiscally responsible, she does not try to hit me. She does not have Whiskey Plates on her vehicle either. I have been on several dates with one particular male (*gasp*) over the past 6 months. He has passed inspection from several members of my Board of Well Being. Brad even got him to dance, solo, to 80's music, in front of my whole industry. I might see him again.
With out all the suffering and beating my head against the wall, there seems to be little to stir the proverbial pot of deep thought. It's a co-dependent relationship, really.
As a birthday resolution (the MK new year begins April 21, everyone.... that's APRIL 21) I will come up with some good reads. I would love to publish the story about the trip to the gynecologist after a dinner of General Tso's Chicken. But my dad reads this damn thing.
In the meantime, I've been given fair warning that I am going to be googled by an area guild of web guys, former newspaper employees, and general media types who have some things in the works here in Duluth. I didn't know until after I pressed send in the "I'm interested" page that they would do this. So, here's the part where you leave all sorts of great comments about how you love my writing . Maybe you post a link to your favorite post. Maybe you say how despite my lack of professional training, my deplorable sentence structure and abundant typos, I should be involved with a grassroots movement in my community to get out the news. Or at least tell a good story or two. Now, press the "Comments" link under the post and have at it.
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