04.06.09
Blogging in Panera…
Not quite as cliche as blogging in a coffee shop, I suppose, but one takes what one can get.
Several views on my new Etsy shop, but no purchases yet. No worries, as the place is so damned tiny anyway. Maybe one day it will explode into a full-blown e-conglomerate! But until then… WTB Customers pst.
In other news, WHY CAN’T PEOPLE READ?! I don’t know how many problems and issues and “wah, I can’t get your website to work, it’s stupid, waaaah!” shit that I deal with every day would be solved if people could just read a fucking sentence! Here is a reenactment for your reading pleasure. Only slightly paraphrased.
Author: I attached everything it says but a bunch of the items are highlighted in red and it won’t let me build the PDF what’s going on?
Me: May I call your attention to the sentence immediately preceding the highlighted items which says, “Highlighted items are required. There will be an error message if you are missing any of these items.” Is there an error message?
Author: Um… no.
Me: Did you try to build the PDF?
Authors: Um… yes… Yes of course I did… *frantic sounds of typing* Oh, look it’s working now.
Me: Imagine that.
Oh the glamorous life in publishing… It’s so foolish of me to think that the people with MDs and PhDs and MPHs and OMGWTFBBQs could read or write a complete, grammatically correct English sentence.
05.04.08
“Bastard’s demons*…” it’s been a long time
It has been a while since my fingers have pounded away at the keys to bring something to these pages that someone somewhere might read (though I’m certainly don’t have any delusions of grandeur). The saddest part is that after nearly 5 months, I don’t feel like I have anything interesting worth saying. Sure, I could prattle on and on about what I’ve been doing in my life, my job, my family… But let’s be honest: that’s what Live Journal is for. WordPress is my little haven to be witty or sophisticated. *snicker* So I find it wholly disappointing that I have no such words of wisdom or even wistful musing after so long a time away from my “haven.”
Bugger it!
*Expletive brought to you by Lois McMaster Bujold’s The Curse of Chalion
