Insofar as it describes my habitual train of thought, I might as well title this post “What [I] do every night, Pinky”. I am writing a bunch of patter just to get myself back in the pseudo-confessional habit.
You’re probably reading this through a feed reader, and $deity-bless you, because the theme blows visual Bronx cheers. I’ve been a bit busy since I shuffled my world-wide-webly possessions into its shiny new Solaris home. Perhaps this weekend.
I just noticed that I have to get the Markdown plugin installed. I coulda swore it was included by default. Lots of things to do. Lots of time to do it.
no ping for you
formatting by markdown. think plaintext email.