Comic Books, Drag Race, & Life in New Zealand
by krisis
Did i mention how i totally fucked up my archive tonight and i have no idea how to fix it? I managed to get blogger to forget that it all existed, and then i uploaded it all, but i totally didn’t think of how none of my old permalinks would work correctly. So, i’m left with either having a wholly nonfunctional archive that can only be surfed through from my archive page, or letting blogger continue to ravage my archive week to week based on its own whims. Blargh. This sucks.
by krisis
Well, it doesn’t seem to know how to do anything except for endlessly transfer my files, but in the future you’ll find that the archives will not be so prone to random disappearance due to the whims of the big B. Aww yeah. I should sleep now. Or, maybe i’ll eat some more peanut butter mixed with strawberry sauce. That’s always good for a sore throat…
by krisis
Stupid blogger.
by krisis
I’m hoping to figure out what time it actually is by posting. I know last night was the time to spring clocks ahead one hour, and that computers typically do this on their own. However, my computer made no mention of the change as it typically does and it still seems to match the clock in my bedroom. So, either technology flunked out on this one, or Matt was thoughtful enough to set our bedroom clock forward an hour when he eventually got home last night. I can’t really figure out which of the two is more likely, though. So, i turned to blogger.
by krisis
Oh well, off to get smashed at (only) my fourth player’s party this year… although, in retrospect, player’s parties haven’t exactly been the best thing for me this term. Well… not the worst thing either, but god knows lots of drama always ensues. Party(1) was the second night in my weeks long unbroken string of seeing Selina, and the party where we infamously switched clothes and then disappeared back into a bathroom for an indefinite period of time (all of which was spent talking. No, really). Party(2) was the one where i had pneumonia and wasn’t allowed to drink anything, and I was chewed out by her the next day for my attending sans her despite her being much sicker than i was at the time. Party(3) was a week later: Laurel’s going away party the night we broke up. That was interesting. I think it’s the only time i ever even contemplated drinking destructively, but when i got past my fourth one i realized how aimless the whole idea was and just had one more.
It just ocurred to me that Selina might be so interested in using Laurel as a weapon against me in fights because i talk about her so much on here. I don’t think anyone really understands that (for me) blog is to life as the x-men cartoon was to the comic book: abridged, simplfied, and at times altogether rewritten. Anyhow, I couldn’t very well talk about how much time i spent in her bed (most of which was spent talking. No, really), could i?