Dumb Bunny and The Big, Big Void
Today, I am Dumb Bunny. Which is better than yesterday when I was Angry Bunny…probably because I slathered on my hormone cream later than usual. Bad idea.
I know I’m going to get a lesson (again) on how to successfully upload an image to my blog page that also posts to my Facebook
grrr I hate you Facebook page. I vowed to always have a featured image for some insane I-think-people-might-be-entertained-by-it reason. I have no idea idea if anyone is entertained or not. It’s just a thing I do. Like drinking milk directly from the carton. (note to visitors who aren’t lactose intolerant and may choose to pour themselves a tall one from my ‘fridge)
I know there’s something I have to push or click or activate while standing on my head reciting The Declaration of Independence, but for the life of me, I can’t remember what in the Sam Hill it is. This is not surprising. I haven’t actually visited my own blog since before the name Trump was seared into our nation’s collective psyche with a red hot poker. That’s a long, long time ago so it’s no wonder I don’t recognize the place.
But it IS my place for crying’ out loud and things should not change. Ever. I don’t need no stinkin’ upgrades! No cockamamie optimization bells and whistles! Just give me a stone table and a fucking chisel and I’ll be right as rain!
Why do I suddenly feel an affinity to whoever wrote Who Moved My Cheese?
So, to the 10s of people who read my blog, I will say I’m sorry….my bad….lo siento…as you come face to face with….nothing. [big sigh]
Yet another cruel testament to my digital inadequacy.
[In an uncharacteristic burst of misguided enthusiasm, writer becomes determined to find the best goddamn cat video ever created and….wait for it!!! PASTE it into her next blog post as a featured video!! If there is such a thing as a featured video.]