The first rant... and probably not the last either...

This is my test for moving the content from Tripod to Blogger. The thing is, I actually kinda prefer controlling all aspects of the site myself and while I'm not really familiar with HTML, I hope to learn over time. Anyways, I'll think about it.

I am tired. I spent half an hour typing out this first rant. And then, thanks to my loss of memory regarding how to use FrontPage, I delete the original page and now, I have to do it all over again. And I just know it won't be as good as the original thing I wrote. This happens everytime. And it happens for the same reason. Tripod can't distinguish between .htm and .html. If I could kick the ass of the guy who came up with that brilliant idea, well, I wouldn't 'cos he'd kick mine and it probably wouldn't be a pretty sight. Unless he was a dork. In which case I probably still wouldn't do it. I am such a dork.

So let me try to recap what I originally wrote in my "first" post.

As most of you know, my parent are in Sri Lanka for 10 days (coming back on the 2nd. Of July, in case you were asking.) and I have the house all to myself. Only I don't. I've got my brother, as if that wasn't a shitload already, there's also my sister and my dog. As the elder one of the family, I've been handed the Mission: Impossible task (only I can't choose to accept it or not) of taking the dog out to do his thang. That means crossing the road (ooh, big task that one is), waiting impatiently for the bugger to piss on a car tyre (he has a fondness for Corolla tyres) and sniff his shit so he can... shit... what was that about you ask? I have absolutely no idea. Then I need to clean him up - not really my favourite thing in the world.

So I'm about to take him out. Again. This really has to stop. A few steps from the door and he lets go. He just goes and pisses himself silly. It's all over the place. He's pissed more in 25 seconds than he has since I started taking him out. He's literally pissing me a fucking river - write a song about that, Justin Timberlake. I mean, all the bastard had to do was wait five more minutes, just five. FIVE fucking minutes but nooo, he had to do it, didn't he? So I decided why the hell should I take him out now - after all he needs to smell his own shit to shit so why bother? Just stay in my room and download Jenna Jameson or some other babes (all you "non-perverts", take note). I related these happenings to Prashant who seemed to find it quite funny, thank-you-very-much. So about half an hour later, I go to check up on my bro and sis (how responsible) 'cos you never know what they'll destroy next. And guess what I come across.

SHIT. SHIT. SHIT. 3 nice fat lumps of SHIT. Maybe my brother did it - he's very capable of it. Maybe my sister did it too, never know. But you'd never guess - it was the dog, the damned dog. The motherfucker needs to sniff his shit every other time but for some strange and wonderful reason, he didn't need to today (unless he's shitted somewhere around here and I don't know about it :-O ). So I tell my bro and sis to clean up the mess and they start arguing (when I'm away but still in hearing range) about who should do it but in the end my sister gets up to do the dirty deed. How nice - so I shout at my bro that I told HIM to do it (I was just speaking to the air molecules flowing in their direction) but jeez man, what do you need to do to get some shit taken care of around here? It's so tough being the eldest one... All these responsibilities.

So by now you probably have an idea of the direction I'm taking the site in. It's still in the preliminary stages (no idea what that word is) and I obviously have a lot more work to do but this is going to be the format for pretty much everything on the site from now on, a blog style. Only a bit more complicated to work with. But hey, IT came in of some use after all - I know what CSS is for now. And just like I did with the coursework, I'm still not using it. The wonders of education. So if my rather lame attempts to alleviate (don't ask) your boredom with intimate details of my life don't work, then I've got pictures of babes. Hot babes. They have the [RA] Sign of approval too!

That's where all my "special files" go.

My hard drive really is the fascinating place you imagine it to be. It's like Carrefour, complete with aisles - A, B, C, D, E, F... Oh, the babes...

You click on the thumbnail, you numbnuts. Gives you the bigger picture. In case you didn't decipher her signature already, her name is Josie Maran and she's one of my faves (and we all know I've got a lot of those...). But I'm sure as rain all you "non-perverts" didn't want to know that bit of info, let alone click the thumbnail. I'm sure you clicked it by accident, if you did. But that's OK, you're in the same club as the rest of us, the "non-peverts club". Membership free.

Yeah right, KMA (Kiss My Ass) you cocksuckers.