How fitting...
The Aries horoscope for the last week according to The Onion:
"Aries The corpse of 16th-century astronomer Nicolaus Corpenicus will rise from the grave this week to explain, once and for all, that the universe does not revolve around you, you self-centered prick."
In related news, I received my first review via BlogExplosion. I nearly failed. My blog is uninteresting, unattractive and they "won't be coming back."
Being the sensitive twit I am, I suddenly felt upset. Then I thought, "Why is this even bothering me?" Truth is, I hate criticism. Even warranted stuff.
Now, I'm simply surprised that someone would bother doing such a thing -- there's a lot of boring-as-shit stuff out there, but I generally shrug, and look at something else. I don't assume other people's interests are my own.
On the other hand, it cleared up something for me -- I don't give a rat's fart if people come here or not. Of course my blog looks like shit. Yeesh.
And on a completely unrelated note -- I threw my umbrella in the trash in the midst of downpour yesterday when it refused to close. When I tried to force it shut, it bit my finger. It seemed to like the taste of the blood, as only shut part-way.
So I stuffed it in the nearest waste bin upside-down. At which point, it opened up. Bloody thing.
"Aries The corpse of 16th-century astronomer Nicolaus Corpenicus will rise from the grave this week to explain, once and for all, that the universe does not revolve around you, you self-centered prick."
In related news, I received my first review via BlogExplosion. I nearly failed. My blog is uninteresting, unattractive and they "won't be coming back."
Being the sensitive twit I am, I suddenly felt upset. Then I thought, "Why is this even bothering me?" Truth is, I hate criticism. Even warranted stuff.
Now, I'm simply surprised that someone would bother doing such a thing -- there's a lot of boring-as-shit stuff out there, but I generally shrug, and look at something else. I don't assume other people's interests are my own.
On the other hand, it cleared up something for me -- I don't give a rat's fart if people come here or not. Of course my blog looks like shit. Yeesh.
And on a completely unrelated note -- I threw my umbrella in the trash in the midst of downpour yesterday when it refused to close. When I tried to force it shut, it bit my finger. It seemed to like the taste of the blood, as only shut part-way.
So I stuffed it in the nearest waste bin upside-down. At which point, it opened up. Bloody thing.
posted by /hg | 1:58 p.m.
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