Finished! (almost)

Here it is, in all its mossy splendor. Way better. More restful. Classier. And a hell of a lot easier to work with decor-wise.

Thank you, Home Depot and Behr Paint.

Step by step

Primer coat done! The sponge painting horror is now masked. In an hour, I'll be able to start on the topcoat. It'll be so purdy.

Asshats of the Left

I'm Confused.

Should I laugh at this, or be outraged? I think I'll just smirk, knowing that someone is so pissed and stupid that they need to suggest that a Jew is a Nazi.

Ain't politics a hoot?

The Gustatory Aftermath

It was glorious. Spaghetti, meatballs, a nice sauce, fried breadsticks, green salad, grape salad, obligatory jell-o mold, peach pie, cherry pie, blueberry pie, pumpkin pie, pumpkin gooey butter cake, apple crumble, sugar bun loaf, and lots of Cool Whip.

We're all mighty satisfied. And we had an absolute ball together. (My family is wonderful.)

I'm so tired right now that I can hardly think. But I'm also smiling. What more does one need to be thankful for?

Gobble gobble

Happy Turkey Day!

May each of you remember the things you have to be thankful for, and find the best ways to enjoy time with friends and family.

And remember, Traditions are made to be broken! (We're having spaghetti and meatballs.)

Have a great Thanksgiving. And for my friends in the UK, remember that we're thinking of you. We're thankful for your friendship, your thoughts, and your love.

Love,
Keith

Linked!

I've also been blogrolled by The Tart. Can it get any better than that?

Yes, it can. I've been added to the "Lip-smacking" category, joining such illuminaries as Davezilla, A Small Victory and Amish Tech Support. No small potatoes.

I feel like a celebrity!

Okay, it'll pass. I'll be fine in a minute. Letting my fantasies get away from me. Let's remember that I'm sandwiched right between Demented and Sad and Go Fish. Perspective is a brutal thing.

Linked!

Almost forgot. I've been linked to by the Blog Queen herself.

How cool is that?

That Keillor Creep again

Gary Larson (no, not THAT Gary Larson) writes an Opinion piece for the Minneapolis Star Tribune about Keillor's literary tantrums.

Worth reading. (Found via Juan Gato)

Attitude to BURN

Dude! You have an American Attitude! Sweet!
You're a gun-toting, bar-dancing, ya'll-saying, t.v. show-copying,
war-waging, ass-patting, hamburger over-eater.
Take the What the Hell Kinda Attitude is That? Quiz at aka cooties

The Bathroom, nearly complete

Okay, here's the bathroom in all its wild glory.

I had doubts about the yellow and orange until I got the trim painted with the deep blue. The blue, and all the colorful towels and accessories really make it work for me now.

I've still got a door, the vanity, and a small access panel to paint with the blue. Other than that, the bathroom is done. Fred is pleased as punch.

Out with the beige! In with crazy colors!

The next project

Here's what we're dealing with in the Living Room. Ghastly, isn't it?

In case you can't tell, it's a blatant ragging technique. Blotches of ash gray and brick red, splattered against an off-white background. It's busy and ugly, and I won't miss it at all. In a couple of days, it'll be a mossy green. Away with you, ugly painting technique!

Time to Get to Work

Motivation

The link says it all.

It hits the skids

Oh no! And they seemed like the perfect couple. She's always been so stable, and he's just a simple guy.

(Cough, cough.)

Gentlemen, Start your Ovens

Countdown. One more day of work, and then the four day Turkey-thon starts.

Or in our case, meatball-thon. We're having spaghetti and meatballs, because every good tradition deserves to be broken. Mmmmm. Meatballs.

I'll be making blueberry pie, and a Pumpkin Gooey Butter Cake. First time I've tried it, so I don't know exactly what it's going to taste like. Seems like a good time to try it, though. And if it fails, the pie will take care of everyone.

The painting has proceeded apace. The bathroom is done aside from the trim, and now the living room is waiting. I have to get it done pronto, so that we can decorate. Then the painting will stop for a time. We'll get back to it again in Springtime, or maybe when we get bored in February. There's a lot of down time in February, because the weather sucks so bad. Might as well paint!

Wellstone (again)

In hindsight, their first mistake may have been holding a memorial service in a big basketball arena.

No shit.

Saturday List

And today's list of things accomplished/experienced:
1. Finished painting the walls in the bathroom
2. Lunch with two sisters
3. Introduced one sister to Eddie Izzard
4. Dinner with one sister and one brother-in-law
5. Introduced one sister to "Amelie"
6. Ice cream with chocolate sauce
7. Discussion about woodwork in bathroom
8. Received greeting cards that were ordered two weeks ago
9. Found interesting recipe for "Gooey Butter Cake"
10. Typing up this list
11. Contemplating the joy that is known as bed

Nighttime

Friday night. We've just finished with an excellent steak dinner, courtesy of Fred. A nice thick ribeye, grilled. Corn with lots of butter. Fried potatoes. Milk for me, apple juice for him.

Pure Heaven. The man can cook. We're both full (but not ill,) and sitting at the computers. Fred is remixing old Jazz, I'm poking at this blog thing.

Life is pretty damn good.

The bathroom is on hold for the night. I'll finish up the painting tomorrow morning, and then start on the living room. If things go well, all the painting will be done before Thanksgiving, which will give us enough time to clean and decorate for the party.

An Appeal to Brits

Uncle Sam wants Brits

A Prairie Home Colonoscopy

I can't stand it anymore. I want Garrison Keillor to leave the state of Minnesota. Preferably on the business end of a cattle-prod wielded by an angry Nun.

In lieu of that, I'll attempt a Fisking for the first time.

Minnesota's shame

A fitting title for a piece by Keillor

Republicans don't like my criticism? Too bad.

My, what a mature response. Did you pick that up in Kindergarten?

They have to answer for Norm Coleman's campaign, which exploited 9/11 in a way that was truly evil.

As opposed to Walter Mondale's campaign, which exploited a dead Senator in a way that was truly appalling.

And in what way did Coleman exploit 9/11? However he did it, it sure slipped by me. I never heard him mention it, other than in the context of national security. I guess I'm a bit feeble-minded, in that I expect politicians to address national security. Shame on me. That's EEEEE-VIL.

The hoots and cackles of Republicans reacting to my screed against Norman Coleman, the ex-radical, former Democratic, now compassionate conservative senator-elect from Minnesota, was all to be expected, given the state of the Republican Party today.

Yep, they're nothing but cheap glory-hounds, basking in the glow of a crushing defeat of the Whining Losers, er, the Democrats. How dare they make fun of you! Don't they know you're trying to be serious and down-homey and all?

Its entire ideology, top to bottom, is We-are-not-Democrats, We-are-the-unClinton, and if it can elect an empty suit like Coleman, on a campaign as cheap and cynical and unpatriotic as what he waged right up to the moment Paul Wellstone's plane hit the ground, then Republicans are perfectly content. They are Republicans first and Americans second.

As opposed to those that are Democrats first, National Apologists second, and sore losers third.

As for We-are-not-Democrats, I thought that was the whole point of being Republican, or Green, or Libertarian, or what have you. I'd be less than confident in someone who was Republican AND Democrat. Sounds a little conflicted.

And Unpatriotic? Those darn Republicans. How dare they put America first. Few things are more Patriotic than cow-towing to the UN, or forming nude letters for peace.

The old GOP of fiscal responsibility and principled conservatism and bedrock Main Street values is gone,

To where? Cabo?

my dear,

Please, Sir. I'm spoken for.

and something cynical has taken its place.

Yeah. A strong, cynical disrespect for wacko liberals who foam at the mouth when presented with the idea that people should take responsibility for their own lives. Not to mention a cynical dislike of Elitist assclowns that wave the finger at us and tell us how naughty all us Minnesotans are for not following orders.

Thus the use of Iraq as an election ploy, openly, brazenly, from the president and Karl Rove all the way down to Norman Coleman, who came within an inch of accusing Wellstone of being an agent of al-Qaida.

A pity he died, just before that Treason charge got pushed through. We nearly had Welly pinned to the wall on that one! So much easier to arrange than that tedious Cannibalism smear campaign.

To do that one day and then, two days later, to feign grief and claim the dead Wellstone's mantle and carry on his "passion and commitment" is simply too much for a decent person to stomach. It goes beyond the ordinary roughhouse of politics.

How dare he refrain from speaking ill of the dead. That son of a bitch. And we had the mantle retailored for Fritz and all. Do you know how much that costs?

To accept it and grin and shake the son of a bitch's hand is to ignore what cannot be ignored if you want your grandchildren to grow up in a country like the one that nurtured and inspired you.

You mean like when all the Immigrants adapted to American culture and learned the language? When the country actually defended itself against aggressors, rather than bow its head in guilt over its good fortune? Where the taxes didn't go up every year because of the growth industry known as "the less fortunate"?

I would rather go down to defeat with the Democrats I know than go oiling around with opportunists of Coleman's stripe, and you can take that to the bank.

Knowing what I know about the Publishing world, why do I disbelieve you?

I've run into plenty of Coleman supporters since the election and they see me and smirk and turn away and that's par for the course.

Oh, so you're used to that reaction.

I know those people.

And they know you. Hence the smirk.

To my own shame, I know them.

Ah. Then you know how I feel about you living in Minnesota.

I'm ashamed of Minnesota for electing this cheap fraud, and I'm ashamed of myself for sitting on my hands, tending to my hoop-stitching,

Insert obligatory down-home reference, in an attempt to appear accessible to the common man...

confident that Wellstone would win and that Coleman would wind up with an undersecretaryship in the Commerce Department.

And I had a twenty on that, and the bastard went and died on me.

Instead, he will sit in the highest council in the land, and move in powerful circles, and enjoy the perks of his office, which includes all the sycophancy and bootlicking a person could ever hope for.

Where do I sign up for this Politics thing? Sounds like there are a lot of really cool perks.

So he can do with one old St. Paulite standing up and saying, "Shame. Repent. The End is Near."

Are you really sure you want to cast yourself as the long-haired kook in the sandwich board, bothering people on Nicollet Mall?

The Republican exploitation of 9/11 for political gain is the sort of foulness that turns young people against the whole business, and for good reason.

Better the Democratic exploitation of 9/11 for political gain, which has a totally different foulness. A refreshing, breezy foulness, that leaves your soul energized and vibrant. The young people will flock!

All sorts of people went down in the World Trade Center, execs and secretaries and bond traders and also the dishwashers in Windows on the World and secretaries and cleaning ladies. Think of all those portraits of the victims that ran daily week after week in the Times that we read, read tearfully, saw ourselves in those lives, and the wave of patriotic tenderness that followed was genuine and included us all.

"You see? You see? I'm for the common man! I'm not afraid to use an appeal to emotion in my arguments! Believe in me! I grieve like no Republican ever could! They're all so cold and indifferent, but I bleed with you!"

For a cynic like Norman Coleman to hitch his trailer to that tragedy is evil --

Like you just did?

call it by the right name.

Loretta?

To exploit 9/11 and the deaths of those innocent people on that beautiful day in Manhattan -- to appropriate that day and infer so clearly that there is a Republican and a Democratic side to it, is offensive to our national memory and obscenely evil, and it was rewarded by the voters of Minnesota.

Man, you're taking a Bobby Fischer kind of turn there. Have you lined your parka hood with Reynolds Wrap yet? I think the Mind Control rays are starting to penetrate that frightening skull of yours. Better look out, before the black helicopters start circling!

Ordinarily, there should be a period of good feeling after an election, of relief, or relaxation, when we join hands and become one people again,

We pretty much have, except for the odd exclusionary gimps like you.

but Norman Coleman doesn't deserve any Democrat's hand.

That's why he specifically requested feet.

We had come together as one people already -- the precious gift of 9/11 -

If you EVER refer to 9/11 as a precious gift again, I will personally scour St. Paul until I find you, and slap you hard. What an unbelievably asinine thing to say. That's like saying AIDS is a great honor, or a major earthquake is unbelievably fun. What the Hell is the matter with you? Do you think no-one reads these things? Are you this dense on purpose?

- and he used that as a campaign ploy against us, suggesting that Democrats are unpatriotic, and he is not to be forgiven for it. I personally don't believe he had anything to do with the crash of Paul's plane. Plenty of people suspect he did. I don't. But I do think he is a cynical politician who should make himself scarce for the next few years until people start to forget his campaign.

I didn't vote for him to make himself scarce, I voted for him so that he'll WORK for Minnesota. I expect him to do that. You want to talk about a politician who made himself scarce, go look for Mark Dayton. Where the Hell has HE been for two years?

Lord, America does love a winner. When you're riding high, people can't do enough for you, and when you fall down low, they don't want to be around to see. I know something about that -- every performer does -- and you quickly recognize your false friends, the people who clutch your hand and grab your elbow and give you a gigantic smile and tell you how much they love your work but they get the name of the show wrong, or the day of the week, or they mispronounce your name, and you see them clear for the phonies they are.

But enough about me.

Norman Coleman is that very person, the false knight upon the road, and he always has been and always will be. Paul Wellstone was a real person who led an authentic life. The contrast couldn't be clearer.

Wellstone is DEAD. Move on. Quit with the "Coleman is evil" routine. It's already gotten old, and we haven't even come to the end of your annoying diatribe yet.

All you had to do was look at Coleman's face, that weird smile, the pleading eyes, the anger in the forehead.

Better we should look at Keillor's face. No, no, I just can't! It burns, it burns!

You of all people shouldn't be pointing the freak finger at someone else's looks. Not with the massive glass house YOUR jowly bitter face lives in.

Or see how poorly his L.A. wife played the part of Mrs. Coleman, posing for pictures with him, standing apart, stiff, angry. Or listen to his artful dodging on the stump, his mastery of that old Republican dance, of employing some Everyguy gestures in the drive to make the world safe for the privileged. What a contrivance this guy is.

Are you really this stupid? Have you never ever seen a Politician before? Surely they have them in St. Paul. Oh, that's right. St. Paul. The city that did splendidly under Norm Coleman's watch. Yep, eight years of contrivances and artful dodging, and what have you got to show for it? A revitalized downtown, a reduction in crime, a new Hockey team, expanded museums, a brand new stadium, etc...

Paul Wellstone identified passionately with people at the bottom, people in trouble, people in the rough. He was an old-fashioned Democrat who felt more at home with the rank and file than with the rich and famous. (Bill Clinton, examine your conscience.) He loved stories and of course people on the edge tend to have better stories than the rich, whose stories are mostly about décor and amenities.

Dead, Keillor. DEAD. Look it up. I'll wait.

Paul walked the walk. He was a wonder. Everyone who ever met him knew that he lived a whole life and that he and Sheila were crazy about each other. To be in love with one person for 38 years is nothing you can fake: Even the casual passerby can see it.

And this has WHAT to do with Norm Coleman?

To die at 58, having lived so well and so truthfully, is enviable, compared to the longevity of a man who invents his own life in order to achieve the desired effect and advance himself.

Oh, I see. It's an ironic comparison, and a suggestion that Normie is an automaton, and that we are all doomed for electing someone so soulless, so uncaring, so manipulative.

Rebuttal: Eight years in charge of St. Paul, and the city is better than it's been in a long, long time. He can invent his own life as much as he likes, if he can deliver the results.

To gain the whole world and lose your own soul is not a course that Scripture recommends.

But then, Scripture doesn't recommend that you act like an arrogant blowhole either, but you've sidestepped that quite nicely.

You can do it so long as God doesn't notice, but God has a way of returning and straightening these things out.

Apparently the divine mechanism this time was a tendency to vote Republican.

Sinner beware.

Oh, blow it out your prayer book.

Garrison Keillor is the creator and host of the nationally syndicated radio show "A Prairie Home Companion," broadcast on more than 500 public radio stations nationwide.

Now with fifty percent more Divine Retribution, and three times the biting political vitriol!

Would you like cream and sugar with your rectum?

Coffee Anus has got to be French. I've never seen anyone so eager to surrender. For Christ' sake, they're VIOLATING the UN agreement.

Peace: brought to you by the "let's emulate Jimmy Carter" Foundation.

Fuck off and die

Garrison Keillor should shut his ugly arrogant hole. It's now official; I hate the man. I hate his politics, I hate his smugness, I hate his intellectual bigotry, and I hate his judgemental bitterness.

You're a pig, Keillor. Go fuck yourself, and move out of Minnesota as soon as possible. Try Denmark again. Do us all the biggest favor you can, and leave this country.

Aarrgh!

I left my lunch on the bus this morning.

No, I didn't puke. I left the insulated lunchbag behind. Three reasons why this bothers me.
1. I'm usually REALLY retentive about keeping track of my baggage when traveling. The one time I'm not, I abandon the lunchbag.
2. I had leftover ribs in it, waiting for my lunch. Now they'll need to be thrown away.
3. Making an obvious error like this rattles me. My day is now thrown into disarray, because I'm compulsive and anal and can't cope with disruption.

On the Grand Scale, this is an insignificant event. In the microcosm of my life, this is massive and horrific. My life is over! My purple lunchbag is missing in action, and I won't see it until tomorrow when the lost-and-found department at MTC gets hold of it. Oh, the agony!

I have perspective. It's just skewed a bit.

A Blog of Note

In olden days, a glimpse of stocking
was looked on as something shocking,
but now, God knows, Anything Goes...

A Blog of Note

If you're in the mood for a little vitriol and camphor, listen as the tart speaks.

Why do I like acidic women so much? Is it the anger, or do I just dislike milksops?

Did you do it yet?

Suddenly so many things now make sense.

Euroweenie Quiz

Which Euroweenie are you?

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Sunday Morning Stuff

I just got back from my shopping run. Groceries, paint (for the living room,) odds and ends to make life easier, and a clean, gassed-up car.

I love running around on Sunday mornings. I'm habitually an early riser, so I get into stores before the madness overtakes them. I'm one of those people who is disappointed that Home Depot doesn't open before eight on Sunday mornings.

Yes, I'm a dork.

But I'm a happy dork!

Paint

The computer room is painted!

Need to clean up all the debris, remove the last of the masking tape, install the ceiling fan, and then we can start building the desks we want. Wahoo!

Meat

Just back from "Dinner with The Boys". Jim and Stuart are good friends, and our regular dinner companions. Once a month or so, we get together for an evening meal, where we swap gossip and eat hearty.

Tonight, we went to Famous Dave's for ribs. Famous Dave's is a chain started here in Minneapolis. Most of the chain stores are typically fast-food types of places, rather similar to Kentucky Fried Chicken. The Uptown Famous Dave's is also a blues bar. The decor is like a dive under the railroad tracks. The trains even thunder overhead periodically (or at least they used to,) ala Disney. Fake, but effective. Even shot blue sparks.

The ribs are excellent, but then they'd better be excellent. It IS the flagship restaurant of the chain.

We had a great meal, got caught up on gossip, watched Fred and Jim talk nonstop, and tipped the server. We're now home, happy and sated, with over a pound of ribs in the fridge. (Those full racks are pretty damn big.)

Poptarts Ahoy!

Please note: Bill is not gay, is not having an affair with me, and has a gay cat that makes his own gravy.

Read what you want to into that.

Hair of the Dog

I can honestly say I've never had an argument about how hairy my ass is.

Yikes! Part II

Go here, right now.

But make sure to swallow that coffee or pop before you do.

Doctor Fun

Want more?

Happy Holidays?

Merry annual winter celebration of the birth of a gender non-specific child who may or may not have existed in fact, whose mother was reputedly a virgin at the time of his or her birth and whose presumed father was widely regarded as one of many possible deities. And a Happy New Year!

Footwear of Note

Follow the shoe!

Survivor: Annoyance

Is it just me, or are the Survivor: Thailand contestants completely irritating? Even more than normal, I mean. I swear, I don't want any of them to win.

Big Rapist Ted? Kill him.
Mysogynist Clay? Kill.
Insane Jan? Death.
Porno star Brian? Double death.
Evil scheming Penny? Even more death.
Clueless Jake? Just die already.
Helen and her goddamn recipes? Choke on 'em!

At least the annoying cop is gone now, not to mention the idiot skateboarder, the Ghandia hag, and Erin and her sole asset, her tits.

Yep, don't care who wins, because I hate them all. But I'll still watch, because it's so much fun to see people get tossed. Especially after they do something particularly asinine.

Oh, and the porno star comment? That's real.

Technical delight

It's official. I'm now completely in love with Movable Type.

I embrace my geekiness wholeheartedly.

Job Decision

Fred just made up his mind; he's going to stay with the Mortgage company, and drop the Star Tribune. He's been chewing on this for a couple of weeks now, and the vibe is just so much better over at the Mortgage company. Much smaller, more relaxed, and also (conversely) more energetic.

So tonight will be his last night at the Strib, and then he's back to being a part-time employee. I suspect he could turn his employment into a serious money-earner at All City Mortgage, though. And he'll be a lot more sane, which makes evenings easier...

Not that I'm complaining about our evenings together.

Poptarts Uber Alles

Go read Bill the Poptart Blogger. Well worth the effort of moving your mouse.

Yikes!

Good Lord. What the hell happened to this man?

Update: From the Cracker Barrel Philosopher - "It's hard to remember that he was once a nice looking kid in an entertaining family singing act.

Before he went as crazy as a rabid rat on crack."

Dungeons & Dragons

I Am A: Chaotic Good Half-Elf Bard Ranger


Alignment:
Chaotic Good characters are independent types with a strong belief in the value of goodness. They have little use for governments and other forces of order, and will generally do their own things, without heed to such groups.


Race:
Half-Elves are a cross between a human and an elf. They are smaller, like their elven ancestors, but have a much shorter lifespan. They are sometimes looked down upon as half-breeds, but this is rare. They have both the curious drive of humans and the patience of elves.


Primary Class:
Bards are the entertainers. They sing, dance, and play instruments to make other people happy, and, frequently, make money. They also tend to dabble in magic a bit.


Secondary Class:
Rangers are the defenders of nature and the elements. They are in tune with the Earth, and work to keep it safe and healthy.


Deity:
Hanali Cenanil is the Chaotic Good elven goddess of love, beauty, and art. She is also known as the Heart of Gold and Lady Goldheart. Her followers delight in creation and youth, and work to spread happiness, love, and beauty. Their preferred weapon is the dagger.


Find out What D&D Character Are You?, courtesy ofNeppyMan (e-mail)

A Demonstration

Just showing Fred how easy it is to update the website. Tadaa!!!

Groggy

Mmmm. A quiet night. Spent much of it in front of the television, watching such important shows as "The Oblongs", "Ripping Friends", "Duckman", and skimming through a piece of dreck called "The Groovenians".

I suppose I have slightly different tastes than the average person. I'm just not interested in "According to Jim" or "Friends" or "The Drew Carey Show". They tend to bore me. Is it me? Do I just not get them? Why do I seek out the particularly odd shows for my personal consumption? I'd much rather watch "Southpark" than "CSI".

I've always felt rather at odds with mainstream tastes. That sounds egotistical, but it's not meant as such. I've always been the odd man out. Why? What is so different in my brain that I look for the weird? Why am I drawn toward Tim Burton movies, and PeeWee Herman? What is it about Quay Brothers animation that catches my eye?

I've thought about it over the years, and have never been able to satisfactorily explain it to myself. It's easy to be flip, and say, "you have a unique perspective," but that doesn't answer anything.

Hump Day

Middle of the week. God, I'm tired. I think tonight will be a low key night at home. I'll be sans Fred, but that'll give me a chance to park it in front of the computer and do my thing for however long I want to.

Feeling rather neutral about life right now. Not bad, not good, just "there". Maybe I'm achieving Zen. Or maybe I'm having a mental breakdown, and just don't know it.

Actually, it's probably the simple lack of stimulus at my job this afternoon. A fairly neutral day, so nothing is getting me revved up.

Actually, I mostly just need a pizza and a nap. Mmmmmm. Pizza.

Somebody call the ASPCA

One wrong move, and the Mime gets it.

Scripting

I was just pointed towards the scriptygoddess blog by Mike of Cold Fury. Lots to look at in future, as they seem to be a helpful site for those MT novices.

But they're also not above telling you to "do it yourself", which is rather refreshing.

Stop it!

Okay, time to get back to work now. Lunch is over, the site is looking much better, and you have work to do. Quit tweaking!

Oh, the joy of a proper weblogging system. This is WAY easier to deal with. Much less tugging and pulling just to get a few words down. You'll be seeing more posting from me now.

Yehaa!!!

Hooray for Stylesheets!

"Rusty". Kinda perdy. I like it.

It won't stay this way. This is just a start. It appears that I'm going to learn some css to get better control. But I like the "easy to maintain" nature of this stuff, and I'm having a good time.

I am such a dork. (grin)

Images are fixed!

Thanks to the nice folks on the MT forums, I've got my configuration fixed. Gee, working in the MovableType system is much easier when you can see everything.

Ominous?

Wow. I scared even the quiz developer.

Movable Type

Hey, Carrie! You don't need MySQL to run Movable Type. If your servers can handle Berkely DB (which seems to be the default,) you can run MT just fine.

Moo!

Okay, I'm working on images. So far, none of the Movable Type images are working, which is more than a little disturbing. I'll get it figured out eventually, but for now I'm really peeved.

One way or another, I'm gonna find ya, I'm gonna gitcha, gitcha, gitcha, gitcha...

Ain't this fun?

Honk!

This is a test of the new Movable Type version of the Susskins Central Dispatch.

Hello? Is this thing on?