So while our Fearless Leader parses out why only photos of unusually diminutive size will upload to the media library... as in this 8kb icon...
Feast your eyes my poppets...
I am 'new photoless' today.
I wanted to show you a picture of my master list for Spring. There are two pages of closely written chores plastered on my refrigerator that are even giving Little Red a headache.
Don't you talk about me missy. You are the one with a bad case of startitis. I suggest you stop writing about the list and get your fanny in gear. Those leaves won't rake themselves you know. And have you SEEN the cobwebs behind the desk you are sitting at right now? It looks like a horror movie back there.
Well, as a matter of fact, I did notice them when I was plugging in a flash drive yesterday. I'll add it to the list.
(I don't think that's what she was aiming for dillweed. I think the point is to actually REMOVE the cobwebs. This will require you to take your hands off the keyboard and get yourself a good old fashioned broom. Toot Sweet.)
Dude, if I take my hands off the keyboard, you will cease to exist.
(Your capacity for self delusion is vast and creepy. Get the broom.)
I will, I will. Geeze. Everybody is cranky today.
I'm not cranky! Let's go play in the woods. Let's balance stones. Let's take pictures. Let's bake some COOKIES!
I like your ideas best of all Little Miss Sunshine.
(That's why we are all in this mess. You are following a three year old around and listening to her advice.)
Hey! You just reminded me! I think what we need is a nice awe inspiring visit to the Oracle of Pupik!
Until the ability to put new photos returns, we can go see what she has up her sleeve.
The Oracle first appeared in these pages in the venerable year 2004. What seems like an eternity ago.
Here's a link to an entry from the Way Back Machine:
http://www.deardiary.org/yetzirah/2004/05/01/consult-the-oracle/
Hey, that's new. There used to just be a blue line of code for the link. Cool. I think. Hope it works for you.
So, without further ado... here's the drill. Ask away. I will leave the questions open until Sunday night. Don't be shy. Well, let's put it this way, please participate or she will feel really bad about herself. Even though she is practically all knowing, she's a little fragile in her ancient of days.
From the Pupik* of the world:
Consult The Oracle
This is your chance to consult the controvertible wisdom of the DearDiary Oracle. Your questions should be inquiries into the meaning of Life, The Universe, and Everything. . . or not. The Oracle will entertain most questions. Even those concerning shopping lists, gas prices, shrinking product sizes and other everyday concerns. However the Oracle will not answer questions about the Oracle. (Some semblance of mystery must be maintained after all.)
All mortals may now feel free approach and make your petition.
*Pupik = Yiddish for navel.
** Many thanks to Roo for the inspiration.
(I have a question.)
Oh good! Thanks for playing. What is it?)
(Why are you still typing?)
Feast your eyes my poppets...
I am 'new photoless' today.
I wanted to show you a picture of my master list for Spring. There are two pages of closely written chores plastered on my refrigerator that are even giving Little Red a headache.
Don't you talk about me missy. You are the one with a bad case of startitis. I suggest you stop writing about the list and get your fanny in gear. Those leaves won't rake themselves you know. And have you SEEN the cobwebs behind the desk you are sitting at right now? It looks like a horror movie back there.
Well, as a matter of fact, I did notice them when I was plugging in a flash drive yesterday. I'll add it to the list.
(I don't think that's what she was aiming for dillweed. I think the point is to actually REMOVE the cobwebs. This will require you to take your hands off the keyboard and get yourself a good old fashioned broom. Toot Sweet.)
Dude, if I take my hands off the keyboard, you will cease to exist.
(Your capacity for self delusion is vast and creepy. Get the broom.)
I will, I will. Geeze. Everybody is cranky today.
I'm not cranky! Let's go play in the woods. Let's balance stones. Let's take pictures. Let's bake some COOKIES!
I like your ideas best of all Little Miss Sunshine.
(That's why we are all in this mess. You are following a three year old around and listening to her advice.)
Hey! You just reminded me! I think what we need is a nice awe inspiring visit to the Oracle of Pupik!
Until the ability to put new photos returns, we can go see what she has up her sleeve.
The Oracle first appeared in these pages in the venerable year 2004. What seems like an eternity ago.
Here's a link to an entry from the Way Back Machine:
http://www.deardiary.org/yetzirah/2004/05/01/consult-the-oracle/
Hey, that's new. There used to just be a blue line of code for the link. Cool. I think. Hope it works for you.
So, without further ado... here's the drill. Ask away. I will leave the questions open until Sunday night. Don't be shy. Well, let's put it this way, please participate or she will feel really bad about herself. Even though she is practically all knowing, she's a little fragile in her ancient of days.
From the Pupik* of the world:
Consult The Oracle
This is your chance to consult the controvertible wisdom of the DearDiary Oracle. Your questions should be inquiries into the meaning of Life, The Universe, and Everything. . . or not. The Oracle will entertain most questions. Even those concerning shopping lists, gas prices, shrinking product sizes and other everyday concerns. However the Oracle will not answer questions about the Oracle. (Some semblance of mystery must be maintained after all.)
All mortals may now feel free approach and make your petition.
*Pupik = Yiddish for navel.
** Many thanks to Roo for the inspiration.
(I have a question.)
Oh good! Thanks for playing. What is it?)
(Why are you still typing?)