Your mad admin is toying with the idea of writing down some of his memories. They’re sure to be quite boring memories, of course, for I am neither a devil nor a saint. Although my habit of switching from first person to third person and back again probably tilts me a bit towards the devil side.
Forgive me my little peccadilloes.
Another couple of months have gone by, and I’ve posted nothing, as per usual. I really don’t have anything to say, I guess.
I’m currently waiting to move out of my current living arrangement, which is less conducive to thought than I would wish it to be. Perhaps once I move, I’ll have something more to say. Right now all I have are great feelings of oppressiveness. Hardly interesting for anyone to read, let alone for me to write.
I mean, sure, your mad admin is quite mad, but there’s mad and then there’s sinking deeper into the madness.
Years ago your mad admin moved from his midwest American home state down to a southwestern state. Part of the reason for the move was to find better job prospects; that only turned out middling well. I did not starve.
But mostly, the reason was to get the hell away from the snow.
Well, WordPress changed everything again. Now your mad admin has to figure out a whole new way to write his insane postings.
I don’t mind change when there’s something to be gained from the change. I suppose the big companies who use WordPress might be gaining something to have a new editor with which to shove their advertising down your throat when you visit their sites. For me, though, this is just useless. Yeah, they’re keeping the old editor available as a plug in, but I have enough experience with useless change to know that I should start learning the new stuff now.
Perhaps by the time I get fairly good at this one, they’ll change it again to something else.
Your mad admin has once again shuffled around things behind the scenes on the site. Hosting company has been changed, thanks to some much cheaper hosting as well as a pretty good Black Friday deal.
None of this should affect any readers here, not only because Readers here are only of the Mythical kind. If things go wrong, though, it’ll be a right royal row getting any of it fixed.
Moving in the digital world is almost as bad as moving in the physical world.
There’s more than one reason why your mad admin doesn’t permit comments here.
Primarily it’s because I don’t want to police comments for spam, rude comments, death threats, etc.
It’s also, I must admit, because it would be extremely depressing to never ever get any comments. I learned early in life to never throw a party if there’s a chance that no one will show up. Yes, I’m sure that’s very pathetic and something a loser would do, and all those other insulting comments. (See, I don’t need other people to insult me, I can do so myself.)
But there’s even a worse reason than that.
Figures. A couple of days after I post my previous entry wherein I decline to bother putting in SSL to this little site of your mad admin (because I ain’t paying for it), the hosting company gives everyone free SSL.
Well, if it’s free, I might as well use it, right? So you should now be seeing this via secured link after all. If you were seeing it at all. Which you’re not, because all Readers here are purely Mythical.
I suppose I could post controversial topics, and put in some kind of commenting section where people could yell at each other, and thus gain views. I don’t care about views. There are millions of places to yell at each other already all over the internet in all human languages. If you want to yell, go to one of them. I still decline to contribute to the din.