Geeked Out

Ok so I'm late coming to the RSS party. But now I'm into it and I LOVE it! I never quite understood the purpose of making a site into an rss feed and after a couple of failed attempts to get it working wihtint a Postnuke portal for the hospital, I gave up and dismissed it. Silly me. I just didn't understand it.

I do now tho and all of my fave sites are now rss'd and rss-able. 24addict, this one, the TCZ blog are now syndicated. If you want to syndicate RT here, the link is: http://www.ukmelia.com/ridiculousthoughts/atom.xml.

Anyway I'd write more tonight, but I've a column to finish on the hawtness that is Ty Pennington. G'nighty!

Rambling

I can't believe David Duchovny's blogging. Good for him! And audioblogging as well. What a treat and I don't care who thinks he's a dork. Don't you hate it when you comment on something you find kind of cool like this and there is *always* someone who has to say something negative to bring you down? Why? Why can't you just let people have their moment of 'Ahhhh.' Why must you insert your contrary opinion when it was completedly unasked for?

Annoying. Though I have to admit in all fairness that I've been guilty of it myself. But I think that the fact that I'm aware of this shows that I'll stop myself from doing it in the future.

Anyway, I'm trying to get back into the habit of blogging frequently because, well I still want to write but I've been out of the mood. I've got my next column due on Thursday and I can't decide whether to write about the 'man on the street's favourite show right now and comment on those or a gushy column about Ty Pennington - er I mean Extreme Home Makeover.

I was going to write about the travesty of America cannibalizing British television because we're too braindead in the creativity department to come up with out own stuff, but Mike beat me to it already.

Ah well.

So much wrong in the world today.

Terry Schiavo; the attention-seeking, messed up, twisted kid from Minnesota who did a Columbine without factoring in the country's immunity to horrific acts of violence these days; little Jessica Lunsford snatched from her home by a sexual predator and killed in the worst possible way a child can be killed giving me nightmares for my own; a man unwilling to pay his debt to society so he figures he'll just kill the judge in charge and anyone else who gets in his way...

Things are just scary weird lately and I'd rather stay in my house with my DVDs and protect my child from the dangers out there. What will I do when she's ready to face the world on her own? How can I stop myself from worrying about her when she's out of my sight? How can I protect her without overprotecting her? She looks so innocent and lovely sitting on the couch across the room playing silly games on the other computer. I have to preserve that somehow.

*sigh*

I totally meant to come blog about the mundane and all these worries just poured forth. Weird how that happens. Well the mundane is mundane anyway and not much changes in the daily life of Steph and Shan. I'm seriously considering moving house finally and getting out of this dinky apartment we've been in for 5 years. We've outgrown it possession-wise. Plus I think I'll get busted for having the cat pretty soon and I want out of here before that happens. I'm coming into a bit of cash at some point that I'll use to pay some movers because there's no way in hell I'm moving all this crap. Nuh-uh. it's going to be a bitch rehooking up the cable and the internet and the dvd players and TVs and the electricity and the address changes and phone numbers etc but in the ned, I hope we'll have a better place to call home.

Anyway, I think we're off to enjoy some more Alias on this fine Easter day. We should probably venture out and get some exercise though so perhaps we'll go for a walk first.