Good good news, we've got a hit!
Actually, no. The good news is NO MORE POP-UPS!
*holds up the Peter Frampton autograph*
*heaven music plays*
Yes, yes, it's true. It's true! No more pop-ups@
I'm not one to take saying "oh no you didn't!" lightly. I actually don't think I have ever said it before. But when a pop-up blacked out my site and forced me to look at it, well, that was the only thing that could be said.
So as you can tell, this really pissed me off, and therefore, no more popups.
But that also means more Google ads. But they aren't very intrusive, so, eh. :)
In other news, I had a nice boring birthday. I didn't really want to do anything exciting, as always. Last year was the awesomest birthday though, going to the Tommy exhibit at the rock and roll hall of fame, and nothing can top that except for another Who concert.
I had some pizza and cake with my family. I was wished happy birthday by two forums and my dentist's mailing list. It made me feel loved, but then I realized that these aren't real people sending these messages, so then I didn't feel loved anymore.
Oh look, it's the same old me. You couldn't even tell I'm a year older now. Actually, only a day older from the last time I wrote, but still. I'm still run-on non-sensical sentence little me. But that's the way uh huh uh huh I like it. I liiiike it, I liiiiike it! Gerry and the Pacemakers? I bet these guys have pacemakers now!
So yes, if you can't tell, I'm happy. But also, I promised myself that starting Monday, I have to start working on Hamlet research or the movie again, so I've got a lot to do today if I want to update all my websites this winter break. ;)
And you know what? No one wants a year in review. At least, I don't. So I'm not writing one. Because that's all in the past now. The future, man, that's where it's at!
But yeah. I've completed my goal of writing every day for a year. Cool, huh? Methinks I'll probably keep writing every day, but if I'm sick or something, then I won't, seeing as more than a few times I just wrote "uh. sick. bye" to get the post done with, and no one really wants to read that. So yeah. I'm not going to disappear off the face of the planet or anything. As far as I know…
Also, on a completely unrelated note, you know when you blow out the candles on the cake and you're supposed to make a wish? I don't think I've ever really made a wish. I just never really think about it. But my mom's like "make a wish!".
You want to know my wish?
Keith Moon.
That's it. Keith Moon. That's the first thought that popped into my head. Keith Moon. Not "I want to travel back in time to see Keith Moon" or "I want to marry Keith Moon" (which I wouldn't want anyway) or even just "I want Keith Moon" or anything at all like that.
Just. Keith. Moon.
You know how when you wish on things like magic lamps or monkey's paws or whatever, and there's always some way that the wish will turn around into something bad? Well, I don't know what these birthday cake wish fairies will think of my wish. Heh heh. Where do the incomplete wishes go? Huh. Oh well. I guess it's for the best. I'm sure Keef has to visit a lot of little girls on their birthdays, and he's probably busy today anyway.