I spent the entire weekend in bed with Movable Type. And now, among other things, ycabw has comments. Not everything is in place yet; and, to add to my traffic woes, I nixed the sub domain. So point your browsers at http://tqed.com/ instead of http://ycabw.tqed.com/. Ooh, the blog personifies itself, "moving on up! moving on up!"

A few things about Movable Type. The install was amazingly smooth. CGI-everything makes me feel like it's 1996, but I can look past that. Veteran ycabw readers know that tqed.com ain't going down due to CGI performance reasons. One complaint is MT's notion of a template. It seems like there's a 70% redundancy in the different default templates. To alleviate this, I wrapped my archive templates into a JSP. The archive JSP forwards requests to my main index page, which, in turn, includes the calling JSP. This saved me a ton of time since I really only had to create one template that includes modifications where needed. Yuck, tech speak. No more of that ever again on this blog. Ever.

I have crises in the dish and laundry departments. I purchased paper plates to mitigate the dishware situation, but before you thumb all your green fingers at me, check this out: Fuckin' Hippies.
 
On top of that I lost my letter opener last week and subsequently found it in the refrigerator today. Not that losing a letter opener is a crisis, but finding it in the refrigerator -- that's borderline.

I'm off to NYC soon. Since it looks like I'll have to drag dirty laundry all across the country, I'll take suggestions for the best laundromats in Manhattan, Brooklyn, and/or Queens. Other "best of" suggestions are welcome too. God, just recently I was at my local tavern and I saw this dude wearing a shirt that said "Lower East Side." Has it come to that?

More tavern philosophy: on Friday my friend remarked that she, "exaggerates all the time." I had to duck out for a bit to think about it. I think it is not logically possible to exaggerate all the time. Does a proof exist?

Nothing of a second: I begged a great writer friend of mine to start a blog. She shaped-shifted and countered and mentioned stuff about Buddha and moments and inwardness. There it is! The death of everything Blog by the only sage I know.

Blogs: the king embodiment of useless ephemeral moments -- that is until Friendster assumes the crown.

Hey, I don't even make sense to myself tonight -- perhaps it is due to my 36-hour bout with Movable Type.

While waiting for life that sucks to die, why not listen to my favorite unsigned bands: TQ's Garage Band Playlist.