Final Frontier?
I just did an Emily-Post-politness-thing at my old posting place at my older daughter’s suggestion.
I went to my old site and invited anybody who was still over there, to come over here, because this is where I am now…………at my new site………..where-ever this is……………..or that was.
So……………..I have done that.
And now I’m here. And you’re there, and at the same time here.
…………….I am welcoming you, in the best etiquette-ally appropriate fashion, to my new site. Which is here.
…………………………which honestly, looks exactly the same as my old site……………………….
But, I trust my older daughter and I trust my Craig-David at Doc Web Design.
So here I’ll stay, at a place that’s better, and quicker, and easier, and looks quite identical to me.
**********Welcome———-to all my old friends from my other/old/very similar-looking/site-place.**********
I am now offering you cyber-refreshments and tiny frankfurters in blankets, and souvenir “Swamp Hag” tee-shirts.
It’s all so cyber-yummy & fun.
And dilly-dilly, and what-what, and happy-dances all around.
I’ve been thinking…
You know computers are really another dimension………….well, they are…
I mean…………..I was there. Now, I’m here.
They are truly places. But they aren’t places in a measurable height/width/length sort of way…
But they “are”.
……………………………..I think I’ve got it……………………………
……………………………..I think I understand………………………
Nope, that was just acid-reflux…………….
But, welcome, old friends to my new, identically-old site………
Let’s not make me change my computer-routine-rant-site too much anymore, because I’m a whiner and I’ll be obnoxious about it.
I am fossilized and a creature of habit———scaled and calcified………..truly an old dog………….and I already have a grimy/old/torn/burlap-bag full of tricks………….I don’t need no more…
……………plus my mind just exploded again………………