Google Friend Connect went away in April.  I hope the friendly folks at Google are sitting around nursing their apple juice and cookies and feeling blue.  I used that.

I switched the blog to wp around the same time.

Those two little moves make me feel tied up like Hannibal Lechter when they were moving him from the basement of the mental institution to wherever they were headed when he was in the big round cage.

photo credit: edcubberly.com

Look, I have a manicure kit. Don’t freak mess with me.

Blogging is harder in summer, because freaking Algebra notwithstanding, the kids don’t have something they HAVE TO be doing for a couple of hours everyday. So I don’t have regularly scheduled time.  I have totally lost track of my blog friends.  I have to make a separate trip to a reader site. It’s difficult to use.  I prefer email.  Not every blog has the email subscription option, probably because it is all hidey and tricky to load on your site with wp.  My finding and adding it is probably the greatest achievement of my blogging days.

I can’t really blame the summer schedule.  It’s Pinterest.  Have you seen that dog someone put eyebrows on?  That crap just makes me laugh.  I’m sure you don’t know what I mean.

Anyway.

The mouse at the desktop computer is the POS GT.  The left click button is double clicking when it wants to.  This makes one feel like one has gone back to 1989.  Except if one is only 15.  In which case, one believes life is a big old fantasy box, and they can’t figure out why their magic wand is on the fritz.  In which case, it’s hilarious to watch the 15 year-old trying to cope with her life crumbling before her eyes.  Not. Even. Joking.

The laptop is not ours.  The touch pad thingy jumps the cursor around. Deletes stuff.  Raises and lowers the page.  Switches tabs.  Is just generally a torture.  The screen?  Impossibly small.  It’s really only good for browsing Pinterest.

Apparently, I am up in the rotation for a new computer.  Squee.

Is choosing an ISP sort of like choosing which reptile you want crawling up your leg?

Or is it just me?