Sorry for the repeat post, but some people use an older feed for this site. If that's you, you should change your RSS reader to my new, forever feed: http://feeds.feedburner.com/sturtlecom. You'll be back up to speed in no time.
See you soon!
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Sorry for the repeat post, but some people use an older feed for this site. If that's you, you should change your RSS reader to my new, forever feed: http://feeds.feedburner.com/sturtlecom. You'll be back up to speed in no time. See you soon!
6:22 PM So, the transition to Wordpress went off with only minor hitches. In fact, I spent more time fiddling with new design's CSS than dealing with the file import. Go me, go me, etc. Anyway, if you have my old frontpage bookmarked, take two seconds to change it to the very simple, easy-to-remember: http://www.sturtle.com. If you prefer to use an RSS reader, you’ll find me at http://feeds.feedburner.com/sturtlecom. And now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to drink like a motherfucker.
11:45 PM For nearly ten years (believe me, I know), I've maintained this site using Blogger and its FTP publishing tool, but Blogger has opted to 86 support for FTP as of I am not looking forward to this. However, I'm familiar with WordPress, and I have a passing acquaintance with PHP, and I've never had much luck manipulating Blogspot domains, so I'm going to give it a shot. With luck, everything -- including my RSS feed -- should remain exactly the same, so you won't need to do anything, really. Just sit tight. In the meantime, please enjoy Dave Salmoni -- awkwardly posed, awkwardly dressed (for Tyra), and, finally, just right:
11:52 AM
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8:18 PM
Some Cheetos are content to sit in their Mylar sacks, waiting to be devoured by the ravenous offspring of militant vegans and by secretaries who suspect (but have no proof) that their co-workers have nominated them for an upcoming season of The Biggest Loser. Joe was not such a Cheeto. Joe had dreams. While his friends were off in a crumb-filled corner, passively awaiting their destiny, Joe filled out a membership application to the United Association of Plumbers and Pipefitters. Would he get in? Would his friends accept his life choice? How the hell would he mail the letter? Who could say? Joe only knew that he had to try.
10:58 AM
More later. Much more, in fact.
3:06 PM
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