Yahoo's hosed.

It's losing my posts. Who knows whether this post will make it to the blog?

I've started another blog here at Wordpress. Sucks that I couldn't use the underscore character in my username registration. Good thing the ten's a handy numeric stand in for my state's obsolete abbreviation.

What's strange is I have mixed feelings about abandoning 360.yahoo.com generally, and particularly, this blog, which I've been writing since March, 2007. On the other hand, the yutzes at Yahoo have pretty much abandoned their bloggers to this lame, bug infected blogging software that cannot be relied upon.

So, for now, see you at Wordpress.

Chris

Later: Another good thing about Wordpress is you don't have to sign up for an account there to comment Wordpress blogs.

Anger.

This damned Yahoo blog system lost an entry I posted this morning.

I've about had it with Yahoo, and am thinking about switching over to Wordpress.

Today we took our little guy to church for the first time - Barnchurch. He did really well, sleeping through his dad's crow-like participation in congregational singing, as well as a really baby-scary sermon and scripture-reading from Isaiah - chapter 13 through 14:2. Probably a good thing five-week old babies have limited vocabularies. We had lunch afterward with the congregation, then visited with the pastor and his family until probably past 2:00 pm. I'd intended to wash the 850 this afternoon, but Caution-Lady and I napped while the baby Fat Tony calls "Little Seventy-Six" carried on with his dreamland sojourn embarked upon during the car ride home. I don't get the Seventy-Six reference, and will have to ask about it.

I've accomplished nothing this weekend. Essentially have accomplished nothing since we've had El Ninito, but it's been fun playing with the baby and trying to teach him vowel sounds, numbers, and ABCs. Maybe we are bonding, which is accomplishing something.

Had the red shed removed yesterday, and I've got to make a neat stack of bricks, got to order a cockpit cover for Campsis Radicans, bow and stern tie-downs, and some nose-plugs to practice self-rescue, balance braces, and sculling (swim practice). Nose-plugs to keep the brain-eating amoebas outta my schnoz as the water warms this season. Must see about a hotel or something for mid-May I-Church camp-out. Caution-Lady's scared of camping with a baby. I'm thinking we'll have to rent a van if we're going to take a boat and the baby with us. Dunno, we'll see.

Yesterday after work a friend and I drove to Nashville to watch a Nashville Predators hockey game. I don't normally ever watch any sporting events, but the tickets were free, I thought it'd be something different.

We stopped at Murfreesboro and ate at a Sonic drive-in, and marveled at the cars parked in the lot at the Dollar General Store adjacent. Each of those automobiles were late model cars and were probably purchased on credit. Possibly explained why the folks driving them were reduced to shopping at Dollar General.

So, eat, drink, be merry, watch a hockey game, for tomorrow's another work day. To be truthful, I drank water, and my friend drank a malt.

Our seats at the game were, I kid you not, one row below the rafters. The best way to be an invisible man at a Nashville Predators game is to wear a team jersey, jeans, and a ball-cap. The crowd knew all the words to various chants and songs blaring from loudspeakers, knew hand movements, and when to wave the free t-shirts every spectator was handed upon entering the venue.

Half-naked women came out and danced, badly - I think they were cheer-leader/spokes-model types - on a carpet rolled out during an intermission. Of course, that was my favorite part of the evening's program. They appeared smaller than toys from the rafters, but their images were projected upon a screen suspended above the icy arena far below us. Later on, the women were sent into the arena to pass out gift cards to O'Charley's restaurants good for one free slice of caramel-something pie. They looked a little scared as fans demanded more of the coupons for people in some of the rows, and looked relieved when they finished the distribution.

We left shortly after the end of the second intermission in order to return to Stepford by a reasonable hour.