Crochet Cultist tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2009-12-16:/8 2010-05-10T19:11:10Z It started with crochet and went downhill from there Movable Type 4.32-en The reason for lack of posting... tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2010://8.1059 2010-05-10T19:08:18Z 2010-05-10T19:11:10Z Papermasks
Yep.  You heard me.

I know. I know.

Regularly scheduled posts to resume this week.

I actually have projects because you know, IT'S ONLY SIX MONTHS UNTIL HALLOWEEN AND I'M NOT EVEN PREPARED FOR DRAGON CON YET!

This is the sound of me hyperventilating.




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]]> Diary of an Emergency Mask Project: Day Number 1 - Let the Cursing Begin tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2010://8.1057 2010-02-23T00:52:36Z 2010-02-23T01:57:43Z Papermasks
She needs it by the 6th.

She's in Kansas.

For anyone else, this could be a one way trip to Crazy Town.  Fortunately for me, I have season passes.

So, the beginning has been slow.  We had to put up shelves in my room so that I actually had space to work, which we did and it's wonderful.  Of course, it took me two hours to actually get things put on the shelves because just when I'd get a shelf arranged, I'd decide that maybe it would be better if that stuff was on that shelf over there...  Yeah, two hours of being OCD doesn't get things done. 

So does being sucked in on a video game.  Yeah, I lost a helluva a lot of time there.  I apologize, Zoe, but fear not, things are right on track.

Except, of course, as I've been warned, nothing is drying.  The humidity is sucking something fierce right now.  So, for now, I have said mask base sitting in front of a space heater, which is also taking some of that dampness out of my room.  I've got two layers on the base.  I'm hoping that will be enough.  If not, the next layer will dry in the oven.  I just didn't want the base to dry so fast that it shrank, but I think that's mostly a paper pulp issue, which is why I started with a base of paper strips.  Definitely less shrinkage.

This has also caused me to mentally write a letter to myself in my head:

Dear Me,

So, remember when you stated that you were going to make a bunch of mask blanks to make moments like these a little easier?  Yeah.  I hate you, too.

Love,
Me
Well, it's my own fault, but I hope that doesn't kill too much time.  Good thing is the strips usually dry pretty fast when we don't have the humidity of a swamp.  It's the paper pulp that has me worried. 

I think my oven and I are about to get very lovey dovey here soon.

Ah, yes, love the smell of cooking paper mache in the evening...




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It's a penguin mask.  I am going for a crested type of look, but well, we'll see.  The last time I had to work with feathers nearly ended in tears.  They definitely ended up all over my house.  Damn cats.
]]> Totally Random Thursday: I-don't-believe-it's-Thursday Edition tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2010://8.1056 2010-02-19T03:58:23Z 2010-02-19T06:30:44Z Papermasks
Random is as random does:

  • There is that joke that details one of the reasons men are scared of women is because anything that bleeds for a week out of a month and doesn't die is frightening.  Personally, I subscribe to all the PMS jokes.  Yeah, yeah, feminists everywhere want to yell at me, but considering that three days out of this week I was hurting and cranky enough to chew on chains, only to be placated by my hubby giving me a pile of painkillers, wasabi peas, and a token made in the silk painting class, then it's safe to say that I was definitely a beast that had been soothed.  Political Correctness is for wimps.
  • My hubby is awesome, by the way.  Just sayin'.
  • Wasabi peas are the best until the wasabi gets into your sinuses.  Then again, it's the danger that keeps dragging me back.
  • I am the only one in the state of Arkansas not ready for the heat of summer. 
  • I am seriously wanting some boiled crawfish.
  • The insomnia is back.  Woo.
  • Anyone else have this incredible urge to go to a strip club?
  • So, I did a spa party for seven six-year-old girls.  It wasn't horrible.  It was very loud and the girls were cute.  However, I could've done without the two hours of Myley Cyrus on repeat.  Two.  Hours.  The only reason I didn't rip out my uterus that night and set it on fire in the front yard is because Super Husband wouldn't let me have a pair of pliers.
  • Super husband bought me sushi, tea, a back scratcher, and wasabi peas for Valentine's.  Again, he is made of awesome.
  • I have had two cups of Jasmine tea and am officially hooked.  Crack, that stuff is.
  • Man Candy: (noun) That guy in that movie with those looks and that hubba-hubba that could make you unfaithful for at least one night even if you know it means nothing to you or him, but you gotta try anyway.  Everyone has The List.  The List of people who if approached you out of the fantastical blue to say they would do you for one night, you'd turn to your beloved and say, "You are the light of my life, my heartbeat, and my dying breath, but I'll be right back..."

Okay, so it's a short random list this week, but while this week was weird in the strange line-up of working days, it wasn't that weird altogether.  Well, Monday was strange in the little things that went wrong, but I blame my period.  It's easier.




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]]> Totally Random Thursday: Hit the Defrost Edition (Belated) tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2010://8.1052 2010-02-12T06:51:31Z 2010-02-13T07:02:04Z So, yeah, the Saints (Woo! Who Dat sayin' dey gonna beat dem Saints?) win the Superbowl, and while the jokes about ol' Boudreaux needin' snow boots in hell were a flyin', wouldn't you know by midnight that night we were... Papermasks Who Dat sayin' dey gonna beat dem Saints?) win the Superbowl, and while the jokes about ol' Boudreaux needin' snow boots in hell were a flyin', wouldn't you know by midnight that night we were given a snow storm?

Who knew that ol' Boudreaux was kind enough to share?

Sit by a fireside for this one:

  • It looked like 5 - 6 inches of snow to me, but I'm not sure.  All I know is that yesterday was the first day I went back to work since last Friday.
  • On the bright side, I had lots of massages to make up for the drought.
  • Before all of you damn yanks start laughing at us, remember that we might have, I don't know, two snowplows in the state of Arkansas.  The only roads that get cleared are the major roads, but since we have a propensity for ice instead of snow, nine times out of ten it doesn't do a damn bit of good.  We aren't prepared for the Snowpocalypse here, although, yes, I understand why you laugh.
  • Did I mention the Saints won the Superbowl?  Just checking.
  • Apparently, there was much discussion between the Problem Therapist and the Spa Owner today.  It sounded pretty serious over the walls of my massage room, but I know nothing distinctive.
  • So last night the southern part of Arkansas was supposed to get snow like we were given on Sunday, but since they actually tried to predict that one, mostly there was a slight breeze and the distant laughter of Mother Nature.
  • It did, however, snow in Louisiana. Yeah, ol' Boudreaux was thinkin' of home.
  • It is also the first time it snowed in all fifty states - yes, including Hawaii.  This has lead to an amazing amount of religious apocalypse theories.  Look, guys, just because we throw around names like "snowpocalypse" and "snowmageddon" doesn't mean we really believe it.  Calm down.  It's just frozen water.
  • Kind of reminds me of the time the Baptist church burnt down in Lafayette, LA.  They were one of those churches that did mass on TV on Sunday.  Flipping through the channels, some friends of mine and I happened upon it and the preacher was preaching from behind the alter that managed to survive the flames.  He proceeded to name seven reasons why it was all a sign from God.  Now, being a smartass Cajun at heart, I mustered up my best Cajun accent and claimed, "I don' know 'bout dat.  If God burnt mah church down, I'd be wonderin' what I dun to piss 'im off!"  (Yes, I'm a heathen.  Deal.  You also have to understand that Baptists are the minority down there.  Catholics look at them with a lot amusement and tend to pat them on the heads, especially when they start petitioning to get rid of things like festivals and fais do-dos.  I am not Catholic, but it was my upbringing so they are still foreigners to me even if I am now in the Land of the Baptists.  Also, Cajun Catholics are a different breed.  Trust me.)
  • The snow reminded me of New Mexico and Colorado.  I was really missing those places this week, and really enjoying the snow.  I'm kind of sad it's melting, but happy if it will make people drive normally again, i.e make them drive with the normal amount of suicidal craziness and not full-on homicidal stupidity.
  • So, like, weight loss: there hasn't been any.  Oh, well.
  • Did you hear about the Saints winning the Superbowl?  I mean, really, what rock were you under?
So, there you have it, folks!  Another Totally Random Thursday (on the wrong day)!  Drink responsibly!  Drive home safe!  Tip your waitress!




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I say again for those who question how I can be so loyal right now when I really hate Louisiana.  Ya'll, my grandmother was full-on Cajun.  Couldn't speak a word of English when she was a kid.  Could out-cook any chef in the world and gave me cafe au'lait and veggies she grew from her own garden.  I am proud of my heritage.  Just because I reject the stupid politics, the horrendous heat, the massive mosquito clouds, and the massive trauma experienced at the hands of certain members of my bloodline doesn't mean I hate being Cajun.  Most non-Cajun peeps don't understand us ex-pats, but other Cajuns do.  And, ya'll seriously don't get our relationship with the Saints.  I Hate Football, but by the gods, I love my Saints.  I don't care if ya'll don't get it.  You don't have to.  Who dat!
]]> This public service announcement is brought to you by the Cultist: tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2010://8.1051 2010-02-08T06:39:11Z 2010-02-08T06:43:27Z Papermasks I only have one thing to say, my babies.


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This announcement is brought to you by the If I Were In NOLA Right Now I'd Be Drunk, Hoarse, And Still Dancing Board.

Thank you.




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]]> A little sappiness a day chases the blues away... tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2010://8.1049 2010-02-03T20:29:40Z 2010-02-03T20:30:06Z Papermasks
Anyway, I've gone from an incredibly busy couple of weeks to everyone - and I do mean everyone - canceling on me this week.  Them's the breaks, I guess, but damn if it isn't frustrating.

I'm trying to be constructive by doing things like cleaning this filthy house, doing some of the creative things I've been neglecting, and trying really hard to not be depressed by the general state of affairs.

But, you know, it's amazing how someone you love doing something completely random and sweet can bring a week up a few notches.

So, I'm was sitting in front of the computer yesterday feeling sorry for myself because I was home way too early because yet another client canceled and the phone just was not ringing when in walks Super Husband.  I was actually a little concerned he would be about as depressed as me seeing how as I've had very little money to contribute to the household this week, a week where all the big bills are due.  Instead, he was smiling. 

It was a good smile and not the kind where I wonder if he's rigged something to explode, which is always comforting.

He hands me a bag and launches into a story about how the temp worker in his office declared that dammit, she wanted sushi and someone was going to have sushi with her!  Taking pity, he went with her. 

Funnily, I would normally be upset if he had sushi without me, but I was too focused on the bag in my hands.  I opened it as he mentioned he felt bad about having sushi without me, so he stopped in the little store downstairs from the restaurant and picked me up a couple of things.

He didn't get the last few words out before I started squeeeing.

In the bag was a huge cannister of wasabi peas and a bag of something with a lot of Japanese writing on it.

Seeing my confusion, he explained that while the temp had spent time studying in Japan, she had learned that there was a particular brand of instant miso soup that everyone ate.  It was the best brand on the market, and lo and behold, the store had it!

So, yes, he bought me wasabi peas and this:

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If any of you understand my love affair with miso, you'll understand why these gifts absolutely made my day.  It was so incredibly sweet of him to think of me, and it definitely made things seem not quite so bleak.

It's funny how soup, even the gift of soup, just warms you when things seem so cold, you know?

This morning, after awaking to yet another day of no work, I decided that I would partake in my awesome miso soup and get some late-winter cleaning started.  (I hate spring cleaning.  I prefer to do it before winter is over so that I can do things like start planting my herbs.)

I set the kettle to boil and pulled out my lovely soup to prepare it.

There was one problem with this:

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Yep, the directions are all written in Japanese.  Now, granted, it's instant soup, which I think "just add water" is pretty much universally understood, but I wasn't sure.  It could've said "just add vodka" for all I know.  (They have vending machines that dispense "used" schoolgirl panties, so you never know with these folks.  And, no, I'm not linking to it, you can look that up yourself, you perv.)

I had a hell of a time getting into the package, but finally managed to figure out the "helpful" little pictures on the upper left of the bag.  Each bowl of miso comes from two small packets, one filled with an actual miso paste and one that has the dried bits of green onions, tofu, and etc.  (This is a full step up from the instant soup here in the states that's usually a powder.)  Preparation was as expected, but what shocked me was the dried bits.  See, they didn't look much beyond basil with some white bits, but after a few minutes of letting everything cool and dissolve I discovered rather large leaves of seaweed floating in my bowl.  It was like magic!

Yes, I'm easily amused, and yes, it was delicious.

I know it seems silly to focus on something like a bowl of miso soup, but you know, it was a thoughtful gift of something I love from someone I love and that has infused it with the power to lift my spirits on days like this.  I'm good with that. 

Enough with the sappy stuff.  There's more cleaning to do.




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Screw flowers!  The way to a woman's heart is through random little gifts of things she loves and cleaning your own toilet. ]]> Well, Crap, It's Totally Random Thursday - No Rest for the Distracted Edition tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2010://8.1045 2010-01-22T02:43:34Z 2010-01-22T04:41:51Z So, yeah, I thought I could get away with a short post, but then I remembered it was Thursday, and while I've been lax lately, I'm trying to not be, which means if I remembered it being Thursday I better... Papermasks
Damn my self-imposed rules.

Read 'em and weep:

  • So, a couple weeks or so ago, I was dragged kicking and screaming down to Louisiana to hang with our peeps.  Hanging with our peeps was most desired, but doing it in the ass-crack of the devil was not so much.  However, much fun was had and much booze was drunk.  What we didn't expect was to return home with a plague.  I say plague not because it was a terribly bad head cold we shared, but because apparently everyone in the household got sick.  Everyone.  I haven't told him "told you so" yet, but I will.
  • Worked six days in a row last week for the first time since I lived in New Mexico.  I don't wish to do that again.
  • The job has gotten busier.  We are very happy about this.
  • The Problem Therapist got stuck alone with me today.  I was PMSing and cranky.  She must have sensed it, for she was on her best behavior.  Damn.  The first time in forever when there was no clients around for me to get a reason to chew on her ass.  Crap.  The gods protect fools and children!
  • I did get a reason to chew on the Problem Therapist's ass last Thursday when she started a fight with the Spa Owner as loudly as she could while I had a client.  I quite enjoyed that moment of retribution.
  • I still can't believe how really good "Avatar" was.  Although, I highly suspect that is all that Cameron has to offer us.  He hasn't made a good movie since "Terminator 2" and suddenly he pulls "Avatar" out of his ass.  Yeah, I wouldn't be surprised if he was done.
  • I have cramps.  I haven't had cramps in four years.  I did not miss cramps.  I'm seriously considering the options between going back on Depo and staying fat.  Stay tuned for the inevitable meltdown.
  • There is a Plan for MidSouth Con. It involves being dressed as Southern Belles and going Nerd Hunting.  Yes, alcohol will probably be involved.  Yes, there will probably be pictures.  Yes, we will probably need bail money.  Please consider donating.
  • I'm going to unleash a good friend of ours - who is a nerd of a different color but who likes the vampire thing - upon the vampire LARPers at MidSouth Con as a southern belle of course.  Hijinks will definitely ensue.**
  • DragonCon!
  • Also, I haven't lost weight yet.  Damn.  Oh, well, I will continue trying.  If I don't, you will have to take me as sexy and large.  Or at least sexy and strange.
There, happy now?  Sheesh!  So demanding!

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]]> Creativity isn't totally on hold tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2010://8.1044 2010-01-22T02:27:02Z 2010-01-22T02:33:19Z Papermasks
So, yeah, I'm attempting my hand at a few of my own designs, albeit for my own purposes.  Now, granted, if at the cons I get a good response, I might put them on Cafe Press or something, but I wanna test run them first.

Now, just in case I haven't spoken to anyone since my last post, our Merlin cat is fine.  They couldn't find anything wrong with him and gave him a b-vitamin shot.  Apparently, either the shot worked or taking him to the vet scared him into eating because he's gaining weight quite rapidly.  We're very happy because we love our neurotic poop machine, and also because we didn't know how we were going to pay to get him better.  We'd have gone into debt for it, sure because he's our boy, but still, we were hoping he'd recover without all that.  We have lucked out.  Thanks for the well-wishes!




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]]> Well, it was supposed to be a happy post tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2009://8.1040 2009-12-28T05:05:40Z 2009-12-28T05:30:28Z I was going to write a post about the holidays and how luck I am to have amazing in-laws who love me as much as I love them, so many loving friends, my own family, and my incredible husband, but... Papermasks
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]]> Totally Random Thursday! Special Holiday Edition! (but not really) tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2009://8.1037 2009-12-24T03:43:44Z 2009-12-24T16:39:33Z Papermasks
Okay, it won't be all vegetation.  I'm hoping to get some work on projects done, game, clean house, game, cook a lot of cool stuff, game, enjoy the holidays with friends and family, game...It could prove to be a rather fruitful vacation.

Solstihanukwanzamas is upon us at last.  Our plans are pretty simple: spend a nice evening together, shower the parents with gifts, have dinner and laughing with in-laws, curse at the stupid drivers.  Good times.

Okay, on with the Totally Random Show!

- Just watched the trailer for the new "Robin Hood" movie. It told me nothing about the movie beyond it was directed by Ridley Scott (which these days could be good or bad) and stars Russell Crowe (which is definitely up in the air for good or bad) and Cate Blanchett (who is awesome but her movies aren't always.)  So, as far as I'm concerned, according to the trailer, it's a bunch of fight scenes with a metal soundtrack.  Woo

- A bunch of us helped a good friend move out of the house and into her new apartment in about four hours.  Have we got it down to a science or what.

- I love my Louisiana peeps, but I still don't want to go down there next weekend.  Some know why it's painful for me to go there, but many others do not and I probably won't drop that on them.  Still, despite loving to visit my peeps down there, I really don't want to go.

-My mother just informed me that it's snowing at her house again.  I hate her.  I love her, but I hate her snow-getting abilities.  Telling her we've gotten a flash flood warning really doesn't relate to her getting snow.  Dammit.  Hate her.  (But, love her!)

-"Daybreakers" looks interesting.  What if the majority of humans become vampires and normal humans become cattle?  What if there was a shortage of that supply and while someone was in search for an artificial replacement he found a cure for vampirism?  Yeah, I'm liking the depth of that.  There are two things that appeal even more: one) the vampires reflect the worst of humans according to the trailers which makes them scary as all hell as they should be, and two) they don't fucking sparklel.  This film could terribly awesome.

- Although, on that note of "Daybreakers," if they are immortal, truly, why do they care if they run out of blood? I'm assuming that that's the problem, they are immortal as long as there is fresh blood.  If that's the way of the movie, I am still leaning to a terribly awesome anticipation.  If they are going to go all cheesy about "weeee'll staaaaaaarve!" *insert whining* even though they are bloody immortal and don't have that worry, I will laugh and ignore it.  BUT, there is a suggestion that without human blood what little humanity remains in the vampires disappears.  That is more like Super Husband's theory and tres cool.  Time will tell.

- I go into the sun room.  I do not hear the sounds of rain, but I hear this dull roar.  I look outside and immediately unlock the back door to get a better look outside.  We have a creek behind our house which is attached to a larger tributary-type system which has been adapted as a drainage system for the city during rain.  I've not see our creek turn to rapids this bad, even during the deluge of May.  It is awesome, beautiful, and scary all at once.  Wow.

- Am I the only one who saw on apple.com/trailers the listing for "Furry Vengeance" and didn't even watch it because it sounded too much like an uprising of bad costumes with a hoard of stuffed animals in tow?  Yeah.

- Yes, I've watched a lot of trailers lately.  Some of the theater appeal has reappeared since they started letting ushers enforce the "Shut up or get the fuck out" rule.

- I miss my family.  My mom almost was able to make it down for Christmas, but we figure we'll be happy with her making it down for her birthday. 

- My little brother is quitting the Air Force which is cool, but he's about to get himself into a debt with our mutual sperm donor that he will regret much later.  I would try to convince him otherwise, but he's a grown man.  I will be here to pick up the pieces.

- I am trying to not fall asleep at this computer.

May everyone have a very happy Solstihanukwanzamas and an even happier New Year!




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]]> It sounds logical to me tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2009://8.1035 2009-12-20T19:39:21Z 2009-12-20T20:59:22Z Papermasks
On another note, I've decided I have three distinct personalities.  There's the personality that runs things, let's call it the Mother Brain, my crafting/artistic/slightly insane personality, and my gaming girl/ADD-filled/very insane personality.  Mother Brain is often lazy and let's the other two run the show in one form or another.

At some point during the Little Rock gaming convention we went to, my gamer girl personality used it as a catalyst to hit my crafter personality in the head, gag and bind her, and throw her in a closet somewhere.  It's the only explanation I've got for being boring on the project side.

See, those two personalities haven't figured out how to live in harmony, yet.  They are in a constant struggle to maintain control.  It's a rare thing that I can work on artistic projects and still game and vice-versa.  Normally, this isn't a big deal, but I think my gamer girl personality has been working out, for she is righteously strong and is refusing to let go.  This is a problem as I have a lot of projects to work on.

Thankfully, although Mother Brain is lazy, Mother Brain recognizes what must be done and has been slowly been reclaiming control, or at least giving the crafter personality a boost.  They will gang up on the gamer girl personality and get things back in line, especially since my gamer girl side has extreme ADD.

Now, somehow, I'm going to have to figure out a way to get these personalities to work together because, see, with all the conventions we're going to this year, there is a very real possibility the gamer girl personality will regain control and interrupt things.  I do not wish to have projects linger, but, on the other hand, I do not wish to give up gaming.

Maybe I need to create a personality who can mediate?

Or maybe, I should get some professional help, take some powerful drugs, and just drool in the corner.

I don't think anyone would really be surprised if that happened.





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]]> Look how sexy we are now! tag:www.crochetcultist.com,2009://8.1033 2009-12-18T02:47:03Z 2009-12-18T03:05:11Z Papermasks
How ya'll likin' the new look?

It will be changing as well you all know.

And, you will also notice that, well, the text is kind of funky in the old posts, and the pictures are gone.  It's the price of changing venues.  I will try to recover everything.  It will take time. 

Either way, we're back!  Can I have a good, old squee?


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]]> Okay, let's try this again... tag:www.awehail.org,2009:/cultist-mt//8.1032 2009-12-14T14:16:38Z 2009-12-17T00:30:18Z Well, I left Blogger because I wanted to be able to use my own domain names that were generously bought for me by my husband, but didn't think I could. WordPress blows. Now, recently, I found out, Blogger does have... Papermasks If Blogger doesn't work, I'm going to just sit and cry.]]> Insert screams and curses of frustration here... tag:www.awehail.org,2009:/cultist-mt//8.1031 2009-12-10T03:44:39Z 2009-12-17T00:30:17Z So, you might have noticed a definite lack of posting lately. This is because WordPress, which I have decided is a hackable nightmare, has been screwed up in ways I find hard to describe. For instance: I'm currently typing in... Papermasks So, you might have noticed a definite lack of posting lately. This is because WordPress, which I have decided is a hackable nightmare, has been screwed up in ways I find hard to describe. For instance: I'm currently typing in invisible ink. I hit keys on the keyboard and the cursor moves, but it's still a blank page. Apparently, there was an option to type posts in lemon juice that I wasn't aware of nor can I disable it. So, you guys might need to hold your monitor near a candle flame to be able to read it. My other blog, Kamikaze Kumquat, is in even worse shape as posting has been rendered impossible there. When I hit "add new post" I am sent to a page that is nothing but a few letters written in some alien script. Apparently, I'm meant to contact the mothership instead. I have to tell you guys, I'm fed up with this shit. My blogs will never get a decent readership if I can't bloody update them on a regular basis, and believe me folks, I have tried. 99% of the time I can't get a post up because of WordPress. I have never seen a site that gets hit with hacks so often, except maybe, anything hosted by AOL. I am keeping my domain names, but I fully intend to move the blogs to a new hosting site soon. It will be my birthday present to me. Now, I'm going to go highlight this post so I can see whether or not it makes any sense at all, after which I will go drown my sorrows in gaming. Dear WordPress: Bite me. Love, Papermasks ________________________ Moi? Bitter? Perish the thought! Because I feel the need to create chaos and panic... tag:www.awehail.org,2009:/cultist-mt//8.1030 2009-11-14T06:07:26Z 2009-12-17T00:30:17Z Christmas is in six weeks. Let the screams of crafters begin now...... Papermasks Christmas is in six weeks. Let the screams of crafters begin now...