Let's See If I Waited Long Enough

Hello.

This is basically a trial to see if blogger is working again, finally. It really had better be since I feel like I've waited like 3 weeks.

In other news, it appears that we of the OMGJ Blogs are coming to the end of an era. Jeremy hasn't blogged since the beginning of May. XV is in a "hey everyone I've disappeared" phase. Mark is, well.. Mark. Trev is probably too annoyed/horrified by the amount of Comments left on his last entry to try again anytime soon. And I am almost the same.

It's all well and good to get comments on blogs when they are fun to read. But I really don't care for having to pick through a bunch of sort of embarassing-and-painful-to-read comments in order to find the ones that are sincere and not some bizarre act. If I wanted to do that, I'd go to an Internet Forum, you know? And I'd rather not turn OFF comments because that's just boring. And I don't want to have to selectively delete comments, as that takes effort. So people are commenting and other people aren't wanting to make comments as a result and I am not really feeling like dealing with that scene.

Is this the END of the Octoblog? We will have to see.

Also, creating a new blog and posting there to avoid people would be pointless since I am doing this blog for OMGJ and not so that I can have a place to express myself private-publicly.

Madness

This is just a quick note to point out that the last post was originally entered on Sunday, but it did not show up until Wednesday because I decided to Comment while Viewing it. See, you can look at them from the Dashboard, but not from the actual Octoblog.

This confuses me.

These "errors" are still happening, but I may have found a ridiculous way around them. Have I ever mentioned that blogging is not my favorite activity anyway?

Annoyed

Okay I am definitely annoyed at blogger at this point. As far as I can tell, the entry that is up on Octoblog won't let you comment on it. In fact, according to my "dashboard" it doesn't even exist. I replaced it with another entry which hasn't gone up either. But everytime I try to publish, I encounter "errors." And quite likely as soon as this entry is published, everything will change to make it look as though my complaints make no sense and are retarded and incompetent and bitchy.

Bastard blogger.

Blogger Needs to Recognize

So, I was going to update this on Wednesday, but there are always ERRORS whenever I try. Thank you for being marginally irritating, Blogger. I mean, I generally dislike the act of blogging anyway, so to make it difficult or frustrating really helps my attitude on the matter.

Anyway, this is what I had written:

So I was lounging on the couch this afternoon, watching this silent film from 1920 called the Golem, or, some German equivalent of that, completely sprawled out. And the front door opens and this middle aged black lady strides in. She is a stranger to me.

I say "hello!" in a friendly, and not even slightly bewildered way. Perhaps, a trace of surprise was around, but still, it was no "OMFG HOME INVASION!" shout.

She looks utterly shocked and says "Is this an apartment?!" to which I respond "Well, it is a house, anyway." She covers her mouth in embarassment and horror and turns to leave the house. It turns out that she was looking for a realtor's office in the town I am in, and saw our sign on the porch and figured that our house must have been the realtor's office. This struck me as very funny and she was invited in so as to give her actual directions to the place.

My boyfriend comes out of the other room to see what the commotion and stranger's voice was about, and to see who would enter our home without knocking. She explained further that her sister had a house to sell and that she, personally, was from Cincinnati, and that oh lawsey she was so sorry to just walk in without knocking and so on. It did appear to be an honest mistake, and she was nice.

It was fairly random, but somewhat humorous. I can't imagine what she must have thought when she was expecting to see a realty office setting and instead saw some girl watching one of the strangest silent films made. It will probably be one of those anecdotes she pulls up every few social engagements when everyone is trading personal stories of humiliating moments. Later, she will probably eventually ask herself "what kind of people leave their front door unlocked, anyway?!" I think it mostly has to do with expecting no one to actually just walk right into your house like that. And laziness. And forgetfulness. It's hard to tell if that lock is locked or not.

Good times.