Well, there'll be some writing for a start. Eventually.
In my previous post, I announced changes to the blog. What the fuck were those changes?
Okay, there's nothing particularly brilliant in the archive. One day, there might be a shimmer of a glimmer. That's why I added something I didn't care for. I planted a signpost to let readers stroll casually through the hidden archive.
Obscured archive, no more. There's a sign. I couldn't raise the cash for neon. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuck. Creaky old wood must do.
What else?
This blog's banner was awfully large. I fiddled around with the graphic, and lowered the amount of land you must scroll down to start reading.
Consider that a service, and not a long-overdue correction. Providing a long-overdue correction IS a service. Or, er, well, moving on...
I threw in a poll.
And I found that by giving the poll a limit of '99, the poll automatically closed as it opened. The gadget does not recognise the year 2099 unless you type in 2099.
It doesn't matter if the original poll closed in the year 99 or in 1982, when Prince was busy partying like it's 1999.
In the interest of settling the PRIME question of our existence, I extended the poll to the year 2099. We should party like it's that time already.
On a related note, I scoured the YouTube for Prince and that song. It's the first time I've stumbled into so many videos pretending to be that song. Was there a prank or something? A meme? Did Prince take down the whole internet?
There are still cat pictures out there. So. No. He didn't.
Is it possible to place purple rain on the blog, as an effect? I can type PUR into the Youtube and up that Prince song pops, no problem.
Though there is a CONTACT page, it's best to throw your contact details all over the blog.
What else did I do? For five minutes, I altered the entire layout. Things that were here went there. I came to my senses.
I threw a message on the blog. In red ink. No ink was used. The time was right to make the blog more...
Bloggy.
Rather than boggy.
The blog now seems better. It may taste worse. I leave that for others to ruminate under. Or over.
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