Just a quick little post for today to let you nerds know that my post at the Working Wardrobe is up, so click here or on the picture below to get there.
I’m currently in the process of backing up my blog, and in addition to the normal backup files (xml? I think that’s the extension) I wanted HTML backups of every post. Just to be on the safe side. Because I am way paranoid and have almost lost this blog before TWICE and just want to be sure that I have everything stored away in my Evernote. If you don’t have Evernote, I highly recommend it. Even Andy has Evernote (and on his phone, too, no less) and Andy hates everything. THAT is how good Evernote is.
And rest assured, he uses it for things that are JUST as nerdy as the things I use it for. Because Andy is a closet-case, you guys. A closet-nerd, to be more specific. He claims to hate nerds. He claims to beat them up (or in my case, squish them, usually in the elevators when he will stand RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME and inch back so that I am effectively a Huma Pancake, because he KNOWS that one of my biggest fears is being squished by a large person in an elevator, the rat bastard) and he claims to throw rocks at them, but for all that, Andy is very much a closet nerd.
I can’t wait until he watches Doctor Who with me. <3
Anyway, yeah, so I’m saving everything, and in the process, I have to rename the post titles, because for a bunch of BCS posts, I never put the number, so the numbering is all out of whack (I think we’re actually closer to 380 or 385, not 360 – I KNOW SO UPSETTING) and that bugs me because I have mild OCD when it comes to numbers and proportions.
Like, it *bothers* me when we have a pizza or a cheesecake or a pie or a normal cake and people are just cutting pieces willy nilly. NO. You divide it into perfect eighths. EVERY EIGHTH HAS TO BE PERFECT AND EQUAL AND UNIFORM. Why is this so hard for people to understand? I have a minor freak-out if every eighth is not uniform. Ask Amanda. She’s seen this up close and personal when I flipped out because my mom said she wanted “just the tiniest piece” of cheesecake.
NO EVERYONE GETS AN EIGHTH OTHERWISE WHAT SEPARATES US FROM THE ANIMALS WE MIGHT AS WELL BE SAVAGES LIVING IN CAVES AND DRAWING ON THE WALLS WITH EXCREMENT IF WE CANNOT EVEN MANAGE SO SIMPLE A TASK OF CUTTING AND EATING A PERFECT EIGHTH.
>:(
I feel very strongly about numbers, you guys.
I have witnessed it with mine own eyes… and it is AWESOME. :D Just imagine teeny little Huma brandishing a pie knife threateningly while doing fractions and angles in her head so the pieces are PERFECTLY UNIFORM.
I almost got a tear in my eye, it was so beautiful. <3
I can't believe you screwed up your numbers… and that you haven't fixed them already.
This is going to drive you crazy for a couple of days, isn't it?
GUESS WHAT TURD I FIXED THEM. >:( And now I am not bothered. :)