Forgive me, Father, for I have Zenned

So I suddenly have all the formatting buttons in the mighty Blogger editor no matter which PC I decide to blog with. Just when I had become accustomed to not having the same seemingly limitless number of typeface options on the laptop that I enjoy on the desktop they went and doused whatever was on fire in the Blogspot backroom. That's a great example of the kind of "progress" I've had to learn to adapt to throughout this laughable existence of mine.

I really am amazed at the popularity of Facebook. You just can't do much, yet all kinds of former and would-be bloggers are standing in line to not do it. Why, only today I learnt that you can upload pictures, update your current status, get profile information, and post to others' so-called walls from your mobile device. Which is to say that pretty much anything to be done on Facebook can be successfully carried out via the robust interface of a cell phone.

I'm back from the trip I took to Florida. Yeah, I kinda forgot to mention that trip beforehand, didn't I? Unlike most times I go to Florida, I'm actually glad to be back. Maybe it's because I've been in a bad mood ever since I began that trip last Wednesday. Because I'm still not quite out of it, you probably shouldn't tread on me or anything.

It's called the Gadsden Flag and it's just too bad George Washington wasn't able to convince Betsy Ross to run that one through the serger, eh? Just think how much more respect we'd command when burning down foreign villages if we were waving a yellow flag displaying an idle threat that contains a contraction that's missing its apostrophe.

Here's another something I miss from Xanga - Xangazon. It's a little widget-y thing that shows what you're currently doing; be it video gaming, listening to music, reading a book, or watching a movie. Yes, you're completely right that that information should be obvious from the blog entry. And you're also quite right about the omission of blogging from the list of activities as being a pretty egregious oversight on the Xanga braintrust's part.

I say the fact that kids are staying up nights playing guitar peripherals instead of actual guitars is contributing to that future I dreamt of foreseeing. You do remember that one, don't you? You know, the future I saw in the crystal doorknob of the eerie mansion that was haunted by presidential candidates? Oh, come on - the future that was filled with even more electronic music than it was with broken pieces of old packing peanuts. Or maybe I never told you about that dream. Yeah, it was an especially bad one. I woke up in what seemed to be a cold sweat but what turned out to be mime vomit.

I've finally exposed myself to the X-treme degradation of Jackass and will likely never be the same. And while that normally wouldn't be such a bad thing, I was really beginning to come around to my surly disposition of late. Oh, well.