turn and face the strain

Just now, signing on to Blogger, I got this…

…and am therefore leaving sooner than I thought I would. I wanted to stay here during my Blogger twilight months, but they’re making it just too damn difficult. I’ve moved all my crap over here at the suggestion of She Who I Will From Now On Call The WPQ (Word Press Queen). I thank WPQ profusely for being available by email and answering all my inane questions. Please send her chocolates and flowers and PBR on my behalf.

I didn’t want to switch until I had some flashy new premise and a better name, but alas, I have neither. Too bad for you! I’m tired of this crap.

Incidentally, that’s what it’s saying right now, so I don’t even know if this post will ever show up. Maybe you’ll just have to find me on your own. Maybe you’ll miss me so much that you’ll start looking all over the net and then you’ll come across me weeks down the road when I’ve got all sorts of new posts up and you’ll be so happy to have found me again that you’ll read all of them and leave a comment on every single one! Maybe far away, and maybe real nearby. Maybe in a house all hidden by a hill, even.

At least now I’ve got an excuse to update my blogroll. WP has all sorts of cool little identifiers for links, so I’m mucho excited about that. Hope to see you over there. Peace out in the hizzood, y’all.