Because or Why Not has gone through some purely aesthetic changes. New packaging, same great product. It started with trying to eliminate the header white space and... Well... It still has a sort of orange/gray/burgundy colour theme.
Your feedback is appreciated. Especially if it's in the form of endless praise and appreciation. Thanks to Rish for the early suggestions (including header photo, by dorguska). It took some messing about, I'm not much good at all this, but I've done what I can.
I've cleaned out my sidebar as well. You can now find my blog roll on a separate page. Because I can't have them update I have tried to include my favourites that stay current. If you still blog and have featured me on yours please let me know so I can return the favour!
Does anyone know how to put a Reddit button on each post?
Monday, February 28, 2011
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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| (dorguska) |
"If you should leave here tonight feeling... Unfulfilled, please remember that this is a human condition." -KD Lang
"Because or the way you write, and what you write about, I'd expected you to be much older." -The Mayor
"I know about Hitler, and I know Japan wanted half the world, but that doesn't mean we shouldn't mourn war anyway. That doesn't mean we shouldn't feel grief at the terrible way conflicts are negotiated in a world absent God." -Donald Miller
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Crushes and the Blogger
I have a blog crush. Yes, I do. But, warning: You can read this whole post. I'm still not going to tell you who he is.
See, because this is a real blog crush. There's the "Hey, Girl! I think you're funny and a great social network connection so, guess what? I have a crush on you!" Those are fun. They're fine way to tell people I like their writing, I like chatting, I like their twitter and the pictures they take of themselves in the mirror (just kidding. I don't "crush" on anyone who does that.) But I think it's a lame use of the term.
Then there's the real crush. As in, I think I'd like you for real. I'd like to hang-out with you, go on epic adventures with you. Maybe, you know, marry you. That's all.
I think you're funny, intelligent and kinda cute. Yes, I think about you. Mostly when you post. I wish we could be friends. It would be nice if I could see if we're both the same as we seem to be when we write. If we could really argue about music on road trips to places we're both excited about. If we could really talk about what's important and where we want to go. If you'd let me tag along when you do fun, creative things. If you'd want to learn to do the things I know.
I never had any sort of never-met-before crush until I started blogging again. I thought it was stupid to like celebs or people you'd never meet. I still do, actually. I like myself better in real life. I simply like the real part.
Still, though, this post is about someone specific. The only blogger crush I've ever had that I honestly thought maybe I shared values, lifestyle opinions and interests with. But he's far too far away. I've never stalked his Facebook (because I've never thought about it before. I know what I'm doing after this publishes) or anything silly. I'll just keep reading his blog and thinking that he's a pretty cool guy.
The internet sucks.
See, because this is a real blog crush. There's the "Hey, Girl! I think you're funny and a great social network connection so, guess what? I have a crush on you!" Those are fun. They're fine way to tell people I like their writing, I like chatting, I like their twitter and the pictures they take of themselves in the mirror (just kidding. I don't "crush" on anyone who does that.) But I think it's a lame use of the term.
Then there's the real crush. As in, I think I'd like you for real. I'd like to hang-out with you, go on epic adventures with you. Maybe, you know, marry you. That's all.
I think you're funny, intelligent and kinda cute. Yes, I think about you. Mostly when you post. I wish we could be friends. It would be nice if I could see if we're both the same as we seem to be when we write. If we could really argue about music on road trips to places we're both excited about. If we could really talk about what's important and where we want to go. If you'd let me tag along when you do fun, creative things. If you'd want to learn to do the things I know.
I never had any sort of never-met-before crush until I started blogging again. I thought it was stupid to like celebs or people you'd never meet. I still do, actually. I like myself better in real life. I simply like the real part.
Still, though, this post is about someone specific. The only blogger crush I've ever had that I honestly thought maybe I shared values, lifestyle opinions and interests with. But he's far too far away. I've never stalked his Facebook (because I've never thought about it before. I know what I'm doing after this publishes) or anything silly. I'll just keep reading his blog and thinking that he's a pretty cool guy.
The internet sucks.
Thursday, February 10, 2011
Memes: Blogging isn't Blogging Without Them
I'm not doing a very good job of blogging here by myself these days. Instead of fulfilling my role as pessimist I'm going to use this opportunity to complete a few of those tag thingies. For those of you who hate memes (me, on a good day) hold on. I'll write something better next week.
This one, though, is really pretty cool. A chance to check out someone's handwriting? Yes please. Here as I usually write (just a little bigger). Non-perfectionist and in my notebook with a Bic ballpoint.
1. What's your name/your Blogger name?
2. What's your blog's name/URL?
3. Write "the quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog"
4. Favorite quote?
5. Your favorite song?
6. Your favorite band/singers?
7. Anything else you want to say?
8. Tag 3-5 other people
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| Just realized it's crooked. Heh, sorry. |
2. Thrift stores. Eco friendly finds that give me a double rush of endorphins. One for cool "new" clothes. One for saving money. What's not to love? Although I did go on a bad actual-new clothes bender just lately...
3. Slippers. I used to hate them. Being all barefoot-tomboy and all. But my great-aunt from England sent me some for Christmas... And I've been wearing them every day. Yes, I am getting old.
4. Dancing. Of almost every variety. I can't wait for summer barn parties, since that's about all the opportunity I get around here. Well, other then break dance episodes upstairs with my brothers.5. Sunshine! We've only seen little bits of it, but it gives me a little high every time. And now that I'm almost giving up on more successful snowboarding I'm 100% ready for spring. Green, warm, lovely spring.
Again, I'm not tagging. But this was a good no-blogging-slump remedy. Thanks girls.
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Seventeen 'Till I Die
Today my room mate turned seventeen. I told her, as I always tell people who turn that age, that seventeen is the best year. In my mind I could fairly happily stay seventeen forever. But why?
It was actually a pretty crappy year. I was lacking direction and fought to no end with the school I'd chosen to graduate with. This ended in tears and the principals office. As well as fantasies of judo-throwing her incompetent self through the floor (she got fired the next year, and had been shuffled around repeatedly because she can't do her job).
I got kicked out of home. It didn't last long, but was something of a reflection of my family situation in general. I never got pregnant, did drugs or assorted rebel behaviour. My parents just didn't get down with my lack of respect for imposed authority.
I spent three assorted months house sitting. Nothing seemed more magical then a place to myself.
I questioned the beliefs I was raised with late at night, realizing they'd have to become mine, and not sure if they could.
I built. Houses, with my Dad.
I passed my road test and took to driving like I was made for it.
I dedicated myself to judo, and subsequently reached my peak.
I struggled to establish a social group after the six month trip earlier that year threw a massive friggin' wrench in the one I was supposed to have.
For whatever reason, all that compiled into a belief that seventeen is independence, freedom and life more abundantly.
In the month before I turned eighteen I bought my own little car that I learned to love. I also graduated, put a down payment on a place, moved out and got a full time permanent job.
Maybe it's just that I never much cared for being an adult.
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| (xCoffeeAddict) |
I got kicked out of home. It didn't last long, but was something of a reflection of my family situation in general. I never got pregnant, did drugs or assorted rebel behaviour. My parents just didn't get down with my lack of respect for imposed authority.
I spent three assorted months house sitting. Nothing seemed more magical then a place to myself.
I questioned the beliefs I was raised with late at night, realizing they'd have to become mine, and not sure if they could.
I built. Houses, with my Dad.
I passed my road test and took to driving like I was made for it.
I dedicated myself to judo, and subsequently reached my peak.
I struggled to establish a social group after the six month trip earlier that year threw a massive friggin' wrench in the one I was supposed to have.
For whatever reason, all that compiled into a belief that seventeen is independence, freedom and life more abundantly.
In the month before I turned eighteen I bought my own little car that I learned to love. I also graduated, put a down payment on a place, moved out and got a full time permanent job.
Maybe it's just that I never much cared for being an adult.
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