The Bloggy Blogface!

Welcome to America, ebola! Glad to have you. Well, alright, we're probably not that glad to have you. But that's okay. The awkwardness will wear itself out soon enough. So, what brings you to America? Really? You don't say? Well, that is really terrible. Oh wow. I didn't know that. Well, it seems like you might not be too popular with the townsfolk there, so maybe it's a good thing you left. Or maybe you haven't left there, it seems. Looks like you've been coming over here from time to time. Great. Um..sure. Well, uh, maybe you should just have a seat way over there for a bit. And don't spit on me, please. Does anyone have a hazmat suit I can borrow? Anyway, I thought you'd like to know just how much we love you here, we really do. It may not seem like it, but we care deeply. We want to understand you better, learn what makes you tick, and maybe develop better medicine to..well, fight you. Fight? Sorry, that's too negative. To... work with y...

        Last week, with just a few short clicks, I put to rest (or likely, a Rip Van Winkle-esque nap) my internet version of an ankle monitor. I've tried this plenty of times before, so I am not putting much stock into it for the time being. The URL still rests in the drop down menu, Google magically filling in what it thinks I must be looking for whenever I type anything with an "f" or the word "book." Chrome auto-fill settings can be such a manipulative little bitch. Come on, it's right here, ready for you.  No. Not any time soon.  There were events that led up to this unhinging. For starters, a long time ago I disabled commenting. For some reason, this upset a great deal of people. Birthdays would pass and people would get very angry because they couldn't write on my wall. Okay then. Noted. Interestingly enough, once I removed my date of birth from my profile, the happy birthday notifications died down considerably.  Another action I...