Sometimes I miss understanding blog coding. No, seriously. Remember the old Blogger coding system with their own weird tags <$BLOGGER$> and stuff? It was lousy, but I knew it, I understood it. Nowadays, it’s all crazy CSS and worse and I have no idea what the heck I’m doing. I’d looooove to customize my Tumblr page, but I look at the code and it scares the poop back inside my butt. So instead I use a free template (boo hoo!) and just kind of wing it.
Lesson: learn some new tricks, old dog.
Cosb•play (cosb play) n. The act of dressing like Bill Cosby when you’re not Bill Cosby.
I haven’t been feeling great the past couple of days so I have been playing a lot of Nintendo to distract my brain from the pain all over my body. It helps to take it out on someone else - take THAT Bowser! (No, seriously. I kept playing the final level of Yoshi’s Island over and over last night just so I could hurl eggs at Bowser. My coping mechanisms are crap.)