And I feel like someone else....
It's Leap Day! Leap Day Time! Time for Leaping! That's what we do, right? We leap on Leap Day? I'm pretty sure that's how that works. Except for me, because I am too sick to leap. I might go to class tonight and try hopping, though. If so, it will be the first hopping in many a day. Oh, Death Blarg, how I despise thee.
(Note: for those not playing along on facebook, I have the Death Blarg. This followed closely on the heels of the officially recognized outbreak of Stomach Death Gaaaah from Radcon. The Death Blarg is merely the normal con crud, but once removed, as it traveled through Scott first to get to me. So I've been sick for almost 2 weeks, and I feel I have a human and inalienable right to complain about this. OFFICIAL COMPLAINT: Dear Death Blarg Two: The Blargination: Revenge of the Blarginators - write a damn ending already. This plot has played out.)
Anyhow, in celebration of Leap Day, I have opened myself a Twitter account. It is shiny and new, and I'm not entirely sure how one operates it. I've followed a couple of people, and I sent Scott a Tweet. But I don't know how to add descriptions or an icon picture or anything at all like that. My work computer won't let me sign on to look at it, it goes all wonky and shows a bunch of code. (Which is weird, because I can see individual people's Twitter pages but I can't do anything else. Which ... is probably just as well. Do I need to do this at work? Not really. It's just convenient, is all.)
If you would like to follow me, my Twitter is @frabjouslinz, because it seemed best to be consistent. Also, because it let me. So there's that. Right now there's nothing on it, but I think I've been followed by some sort of robot following twitter person. Seeing as how I've never heard of them, they turned up almost immediately, and the picture is of two blond girls possibly snogging, I feel relatively certain that this is not a real person.
But there - a Leap Day thing I have done. I leapt onto Twitter. I think I'll celebrate with some chocolate. And blowing my nose some more. If I'm really lucky, perhaps I'll find a quiet place to take a nap. Later, I'll learn how to actually use Twitter. I plan on being weird there. (Those of you muttering sarcastically "Oh, *that'll* be a big change" may retire to the peanut gallery.)
(Note: for those not playing along on facebook, I have the Death Blarg. This followed closely on the heels of the officially recognized outbreak of Stomach Death Gaaaah from Radcon. The Death Blarg is merely the normal con crud, but once removed, as it traveled through Scott first to get to me. So I've been sick for almost 2 weeks, and I feel I have a human and inalienable right to complain about this. OFFICIAL COMPLAINT: Dear Death Blarg Two: The Blargination: Revenge of the Blarginators - write a damn ending already. This plot has played out.)
Anyhow, in celebration of Leap Day, I have opened myself a Twitter account. It is shiny and new, and I'm not entirely sure how one operates it. I've followed a couple of people, and I sent Scott a Tweet. But I don't know how to add descriptions or an icon picture or anything at all like that. My work computer won't let me sign on to look at it, it goes all wonky and shows a bunch of code. (Which is weird, because I can see individual people's Twitter pages but I can't do anything else. Which ... is probably just as well. Do I need to do this at work? Not really. It's just convenient, is all.)
If you would like to follow me, my Twitter is @frabjouslinz, because it seemed best to be consistent. Also, because it let me. So there's that. Right now there's nothing on it, but I think I've been followed by some sort of robot following twitter person. Seeing as how I've never heard of them, they turned up almost immediately, and the picture is of two blond girls possibly snogging, I feel relatively certain that this is not a real person.
But there - a Leap Day thing I have done. I leapt onto Twitter. I think I'll celebrate with some chocolate. And blowing my nose some more. If I'm really lucky, perhaps I'll find a quiet place to take a nap. Later, I'll learn how to actually use Twitter. I plan on being weird there. (Those of you muttering sarcastically "Oh, *that'll* be a big change" may retire to the peanut gallery.)