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Mar. 16th, 2002
Neil Gaiman always makes me happy
Mar. 16th, 2002 01:17 pmHmmm. So, Blogger (the free service that runs this journal) worked fine. Blogger Pro (a paid service that allows you to do a lot more) doesn't seem to work at all. Yesterday's post is sitting unsent, still (and it's somehow re-dated itself to today.) I do not feel like a shining advertisment for Blogger Pro.
I shall not grumble about Blogger Pro. Instead I shall grumble about the Weekly World News, and their recent article on flesh-eating sheep. Not only is the flesh-eating sheep depicted the single worst photoshop job I've ever seen, but they describe a herd of flesh-eating sheep as "bovine bullies". "Bovine" means having to do with members of the Cow family -- oxen, bulls, etc. Sheep would be "ovine bullies". When a shining example of the journalistic arts like the Weekly World News gets this sloppy, what hope is there for papers like the New York Times, or the Guardian?
posted by Neil Gaiman 6:32 AM
It's 9:34 am. The time on that last post, which I put in about a minute ago, says 2:32 pm, which seems to mean Blogger Pro has moved from Pacific Time to Greenwich Mean Time. I'm going to see if the option to set a time for a post works. Just ignore this post when you come to read it. Nothing going on here.
posted by Neil Gaiman 6:36 AM
I shall not grumble about Blogger Pro. Instead I shall grumble about the Weekly World News, and their recent article on flesh-eating sheep. Not only is the flesh-eating sheep depicted the single worst photoshop job I've ever seen, but they describe a herd of flesh-eating sheep as "bovine bullies". "Bovine" means having to do with members of the Cow family -- oxen, bulls, etc. Sheep would be "ovine bullies". When a shining example of the journalistic arts like the Weekly World News gets this sloppy, what hope is there for papers like the New York Times, or the Guardian?
posted by Neil Gaiman 6:32 AM
It's 9:34 am. The time on that last post, which I put in about a minute ago, says 2:32 pm, which seems to mean Blogger Pro has moved from Pacific Time to Greenwich Mean Time. I'm going to see if the option to set a time for a post works. Just ignore this post when you come to read it. Nothing going on here.
posted by Neil Gaiman 6:36 AM
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Mar. 16th, 2002 02:38 pm*sigh* I hate weekends...
During the week, I have classes and work to keep me busy. But on weekends, I have nothing to do all day. Yes, I ahve work, but I usually get it done on Friday because well, I have nothing to do on Friday's anyway.
My average weekend:
-Friday Evening- Do homework until brain can't function anymore. Eat dinner (if I remember). Study a bit while hoping someone will decide to invite me to do something fun. Try to stay up as late as possible. (Z? See saturday.)
-Saturday- Sleep as late as possible, hoping someone will wake me to do something interesting. Usually forget to eat all day. Do work until brain can no longer concetrate. Get angry with myself for not being able to think of something fun to do. Complain I'm bored. Stay up late again.
-Sunday- Sleep late again, hoping someone will invite me to do something. Finally remember to eat (due to starvation). Finish off any work I have. Be very bored. Hate myself for not being able to think of anything at all to do. Go to bed early.
It's a horrible cycle. Every weekend. It's depressing.
Sure, sometimes I'll get something to do. And I'll be insanely happy that I finally got to go out and do something. But most of the time I have nothing to do.
The problem is mostly my fault. I never go out. I can't go out. Not alone at least. I'll get lost. So very lost. I have no sense of direction AT ALL. So there is no possible way for me to go anywhere. I can't even go to places I've been cause I don't know how to get there.
Also, I don't really have many good friends that I can call up and suggest we watch a movie or something. I know lots of people. Tons of people. Just not well enough to visit them randomly.
And the people I do know well enough, I get too shy to bother them. I hate being a bother. I try to hint that I'm lonely and bored. But I guess I don't do a very good job of that. *sigh*
So it's another boring weekend, and I have nothing to do and no where to go and no one to hang out with.
I hate weekends....
During the week, I have classes and work to keep me busy. But on weekends, I have nothing to do all day. Yes, I ahve work, but I usually get it done on Friday because well, I have nothing to do on Friday's anyway.
My average weekend:
-Friday Evening- Do homework until brain can't function anymore. Eat dinner (if I remember). Study a bit while hoping someone will decide to invite me to do something fun. Try to stay up as late as possible. (Z? See saturday.)
-Saturday- Sleep as late as possible, hoping someone will wake me to do something interesting. Usually forget to eat all day. Do work until brain can no longer concetrate. Get angry with myself for not being able to think of something fun to do. Complain I'm bored. Stay up late again.
-Sunday- Sleep late again, hoping someone will invite me to do something. Finally remember to eat (due to starvation). Finish off any work I have. Be very bored. Hate myself for not being able to think of anything at all to do. Go to bed early.
It's a horrible cycle. Every weekend. It's depressing.
Sure, sometimes I'll get something to do. And I'll be insanely happy that I finally got to go out and do something. But most of the time I have nothing to do.
The problem is mostly my fault. I never go out. I can't go out. Not alone at least. I'll get lost. So very lost. I have no sense of direction AT ALL. So there is no possible way for me to go anywhere. I can't even go to places I've been cause I don't know how to get there.
Also, I don't really have many good friends that I can call up and suggest we watch a movie or something. I know lots of people. Tons of people. Just not well enough to visit them randomly.
And the people I do know well enough, I get too shy to bother them. I hate being a bother. I try to hint that I'm lonely and bored. But I guess I don't do a very good job of that. *sigh*
So it's another boring weekend, and I have nothing to do and no where to go and no one to hang out with.
I hate weekends....
