A screenwriter fesses up: she is a blogging retard:
By the way, I forgot to mention I am a blogging retard. I didn’t even know what Trackback was, I had to look it up. I CANNOT UNDERSTAND THE CODE IN MY TEMPLATE, but twice now I have successfully put stuff in it. Like, my BE button and a COUNTER. However, I couldn’t figure out how to get either one where I wanted it on the page. I desperately want to put links to other blogs on here, but I CAN’T FIGURE OUT HOW. I joined a thing called blogroller, but after that, I’m not really sure what I was supposed to do. I don’t even really know what Blogroller is. But, NONE OF THIS STOPS ME FROM THINKING: I can do that. So, I open up my TEMPLATE page and I stare at it, line by line, and think: I BET WHEN I SEE IT I’LL KNOW WHAT IT IS I NEED TO DO. There’s just one problem: I don’t really ever SEE anything. It looks like when my dog walks across my keyboard ?>nflitz
As long as we are sort of LAYING IT ALL OUT THERE, there are a few other things you should know about me.
ONCE EVERY 5 YEARS I buy one of those huge two gallon SUN TEA JUGS, and a box of Orange Zinger Tea, thinking: “I will make Sun Tea!” Somwhere around year 2, I realize I am never going to make Sun Tea but that I don’t EVEN LIKE SUN TEA. It’s SLOW and requires SKILLS, like, putting water in a jug and putting teabags in it. And what am I a fucking Stepford Wife? I can’t do that shit.
10. If your boss says he will be doing editing all day Sunday, and then asks what you will be doing, do not say, “Making love to your wife.” Even if you’re a lesbian, and overweight.