Surgery without health insurance, or how to live outside the box without falling over.

Testzone

 
Gone so long,
that I don't even recognize the blogger interface, and find that mozilla won't let me use the "create new post" box.

What took you so long?
Beats me.
Hmmph, and now using Foxfire, I can't seem to grasp turning on bold and italics and then turning them off.

Who beat you?
Nobody beat me, you idiot! It's just a phrase of speech.

How can you call me an idiot, when you're the one who doesn't know how to make this work right?
Oh yes I can make it work right, or least make it do what I want to. I've turned off the wiziwig thingamjig. Now we'll see. So I had to wipe out all those tags too, but now it seems to do what I want it to.

So now what Miss Smarty Pants? Are you here to write or just grumble?
I'm here now, and I'm here to tell you about just exactly where here is.

What made you come back anyway?
I got an email from Chad, who reminded me of "life" on the internet, that strange gathering of the tribes or is that scribes.

"Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country."
Anais Nin, "The Diaries of Anaïs Nin"

posted by jf at 8:29 AM