The wind is howling. Rain torrents come and go. The weather peeps were right this time I guess.
I'm stomping my feet in defiance today. I WILL have a different font on my diary. I have no idea how this will display for you. But I am using Viner Hand ITC. Now if you happen to have this font installed on your computer, you will see a
calligraphy type font. If not, the computer will decide what to substitute. It's an irritating fact of computer weirdness that bugs me.
Yesterday I did quite a bit of thinking about blogging and how odd it really is. I feel in a rut. I suppose that is to be expected from time to time, because let's face it, our lives are not a newscast. Nor a novel. They have MANY hum drum, ordinary, repetitive elements. I mean LAST year we had a February 27th too. Here we are again.
So what running commentary on the humdrumitudes of life could possibly persist for over three years and not hit an eddy or two along the way?
Right.
So today is it.
I am in an editorial eddy. Surrounded by the flotsam of humdrumity. Bobbing along on my frigidaire scanning the horizon for something relevant to write about.
This was all I could come up with.
(That's it eh?)
Pretty much.
(I want my money back.)
(Hey, I think this chicken is onto something. A real punster in the making. I think she's got more going on in that bird brain than she's been letting on.... "Oh Miss Hen!..... may I have a word?" )
I'm stomping my feet in defiance today. I WILL have a different font on my diary. I have no idea how this will display for you. But I am using Viner Hand ITC. Now if you happen to have this font installed on your computer, you will see a
calligraphy type font. If not, the computer will decide what to substitute. It's an irritating fact of computer weirdness that bugs me.
Yesterday I did quite a bit of thinking about blogging and how odd it really is. I feel in a rut. I suppose that is to be expected from time to time, because let's face it, our lives are not a newscast. Nor a novel. They have MANY hum drum, ordinary, repetitive elements. I mean LAST year we had a February 27th too. Here we are again.
So what running commentary on the humdrumitudes of life could possibly persist for over three years and not hit an eddy or two along the way?
Right.
So today is it.
I am in an editorial eddy. Surrounded by the flotsam of humdrumity. Bobbing along on my frigidaire scanning the horizon for something relevant to write about.
This was all I could come up with.
(That's it eh?)
Pretty much.
(I want my money back.)
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"I never heard of such nonsense.
Get in there and do your laundry.
I don't want to hear any more
about fonts.
This is NOT a Catholic church.
It's a BLOG.
Now get to work!
"I never heard of such nonsense.
Get in there and do your laundry.
I don't want to hear any more
about fonts.
This is NOT a Catholic church.
It's a BLOG.
Now get to work!
(Hey, I think this chicken is onto something. A real punster in the making. I think she's got more going on in that bird brain than she's been letting on.... "Oh Miss Hen!..... may I have a word?" )
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