The art of blogging seems to take a lot of time away from, you know, blogging. What I mean is that setting up facebookery and twittery and changing my theme (again), have eaten up all the time that I normally would spend, you know, blogging.

I haven’t even read any of your posts in two days. You could be lying in a ditch, wishing that I would read your blog and leave an encouraging comment, but I haven’t, so you lose hope and give up trying to claw your way out of that ditch.

That’s probably not likely.

Hopefully, if you were stuck in a ditch and you had a device that was capable of seeing if I commented, you would use said device to summon emergency services instead.

Still, I have no idea what’s going on with you because I’ve been all me me me FOG FOG FOG. Sorry about that.

But the good news is, I like this theme better. I really loved the old theme, except for the fact that there was no sidebar on the individual post pages. You had to click back home to see what’s what. I hated that. Plus, since there was no sidebar, there was a ton of white space. White space is fine and all, but having my words hanging out in the middle of a sea of white put a lot of pressure on them to perform. My words aren’t known for performing under pressure. Actually, nothing about me is known for that.

Anyway, I’ve got the theme basically sorted, except for a few minor bugs. I’ve got a Facebook page and a Facebook profile now, one of which seems redundant. I’m not sure which, but one of them has got to go.

Twitter is confusing and ridiculous. I still don’t have the hang of it. I’ll keep trying until I do. The fact that there are so many friendly faces on there is nice.

This morning, I had some free time, so I decided to write a post, but then I realized that I have nothing to write about. There have been no words percolating in my head, only CSS.

I would like a lackey. I would love a helper monkey to write code and inspired tweets. My lackey would be good at social media and not shy like me. Some of you kindly recommended total strangers to me on Facebook, but I’m too shy to just send friend requests to people I don’t know. My lackey wouldn’t be though. My lackey would just be all up in their Facebook faces with friend request.

Knowing my luck, I'd get a helper monkey who was anything but helpful.

Knowing my luck, I’d get a helper monkey who was anything but helpful.
The Simpsons

Alas, I don’t have a lackey, so I have to do all this crap myself and I’m bad at it, but I’ll keep trying. Bear with me.