Well, the upgrade is over and it looks like I’m successfully cross-posting at both the blog on my website and my LiveJournal site with no extra work. Cross-posting at the Blogger account looks a bit trickier. Solving my cross-dressing problem is another matter entirely…

The plugins for moods and music never panned out but I did some tinkering and created a couple buttons that should do the trick. WordPress is a coding-junky’s dream I assume but I’m a mere tinkerer and my knowledge (not to mention patience) taps out fast.

There was a meme going around a few months ago about five weird things about yourself. I thought about it and couldn’t really come up with anything good. I don’t see my idiosyncratic behaviors as being all that unusual. After all, you’re the weird ones. But something happened the other day that really hit home as a weird thing I never really noticed about myself.

I hate breaking dishes. Hate it. For some reason, breaking a plate or a glass seems like the ultimate failure, like I’ve somehow disappointed the goddess of crockery. I was taking a dish from the dishwasher and I clipped the counter, knocking the plate from my hand. I fumbled for it once, twice, and then it hit the floor and shattered.

I felt like killing myself. I’d let myself down, let my wife down, and probably let down the dog and cat as well. I needed to be consoled and told repeatedly that it was okay, we’d get another dish from the set for all of $7.

I wonder what’s at the root of this psychological condition. I have broken controllers for the Atari 2600, Colecovision, Nintendo, Sega, and PlayStation/PS2 with regret maybe, but never remorse. I’ve backed cars into brick walls, kicked soccer balls through glass windows, and negligently scratched furniture. My reactions range anywhere from “oops” to “Shit!” but shame is only part of the equation when plates or glasses are involved.

What’s that about?

Current Mood – Okay, I Guess |
Currently Listening To – Iggy Pop – “Nude & Rude”