7 posts tagged “vox”
... has just been added to my neighborhood, and will be sending me 10 fun, voxy cards... for free. Well, they don't HAVE to be voxy, but why not? No one remembers my damn blog URL when I tell them. I didn't help matters by misspelling my own name.
Anymoo, details here for interested parties: http://moocards.vox.com/library/post/moo-loves-vox.html
I've been in love with Moo for quite some time now. The card-creating tools on the site are a blast to use, the FAQs are irreverent and funny, and enabling folks to print their own cards and and include their flickr photos is just plain nifty. And it's super cheap, too. I paid $25 for 100 cards and international shipping.
As an aside, R and I had some printed up for our save-the-dates, which I think worked incredibly well. We basically took a series of silly photos, wrote up our date and location details on the back, punched a hole in the cards, and tied them to matching index cards. Then we stuffed the whole lot into matching envelopes. About 1/10th the price of any other save the dates, and so dang cute.
In sum: hooray for Moo! And hooray for free stuff!
I have been... absent. And with good reason. My wedding is imminent, the office is chaotic, and the stuff of life like laundry and grocery shopping is needy and unrelenting.
You know what they say about the busy bee, though. Or maybe you don't. "They" is Blake, and he says that the busy bee has no time for sorrow. Turns out the busy bee also doesn't have time for Vox.
*bzz bzz bzzz*
I miss you all. The little sneak peeks into your lives has become an integral part of mine, so I feel quite disconnected without them. I hope to be back on my normal schedule soon, so try not to forget about me in the meantime.
This time in two weeks, it'll all be over. The event that took months to plan (and months to fund) will be a fast-fading memory. Unless, of course, I end up with a wicked hangover. *calculates white sangria and mango mojito factor... hangover=probable* Perhaps the memory of the day will linger into Monday. ;0)
This time in two weeks, I'll be someone's wife. Freaky. With a bit of luck, I'll be packed for the honeymoon and sound asleep by this hour.
So... since I've been gone (and in no particular order):
- I became a Microsoft employee
- I fired a handgun
- I finished reading another book
- I researched all there is to know about Bora Bora
- I decided that I hate my wedding dress
- I bought and sold stock
- I found out that I will have a chocolate rum wedding cake with a so-hideous-it's-great plastic bride and groom on top
- I spent 8 hours looking for photos of made-up people
- I got a sunburn on the back of my knees
- I did a pull-up
- I knit most of a turtleneck sweater for my stuffed dog
- I watched several movies, both good and bad
- I figured out a way to un-hate my wedding dress
- I dug through the trash for glue sticks
- I made two lolcats
- I went to Phoenix
- I got a zit on my eyelid
- I nursed two drunks at once
- I played one of the best games of indoor of my life
- I stopped using Splenda
- I baked even more sweet cuppin' cakes
Very busy girl, no? Up next... my last soccer game for two whole weeks, meeting my future husband's identical twin for the first time (freaky X2), and sitting through a day-long Microsoft orientation.
One more outburst, and then I'll call it a night.
VOX reports that I posted 50 times in October. That's twice as often as nearly any other month in the past 6 months. What the hell did was I on about in October? I mean... I was on about a whole lot of nothing, same as always. But why so often?
*scratches head*
Valentine's Day has come and gone, and I never got around to telling my little Voxies how much I *heart* them:
(from I Can Haz Cheezburger?, the best site ever)
I can't spell. Spare me the lectures, cause they won't make any difference. I just can't spell. I have probably visited dictionary.com more than any other site besides Google, and I am a religious user of spell checkers. To complicate matters further, I'm an abysmal typist (see my blog URL if you need any evidence of that). This isn't an easy equation for someone as verbose as myself. And this is why I'm utterly enraged that the VOX spell check didn't catch undboutedly in my previous post. Why, why, why? It's not even close. I mean, come on.
Oh... and will you look at that. Big as you please, it's underlined it with a red squiggle this time. Perfect.
Consistent spell check, please?
RSS Feed for this Blog
For all ye future geeks that may tread here:
http://marielaina.vox.com/library/posts/rss.xml
I was gently geek-spanked yesterday for not having this provided anywhere, so here it is.
Cramping My Style with Your RSS Feed Jibber-Jabber
If I were a famous and widely-known writer and thinker (which I'm not, and don't anticipate I'll ever become), I would want to be quoted as saying what I said in my head when Dr. Pobo lectured me for missing a due date after a particularly grueling weekend:
"The grave is my final deadline, and whatever I give you right before I reach it is my final edit."
Okay... to be fair that was what I said in my head 40 minutes later in the cafe when I was still fuming over the whole thing. The first version, when it occurred to me, was something more like, "Shut up, tool! You're totally going bald."
But isn't that a perfect case in point?! See how much better the 40 minutes later version is?
I'm never finished writing something. Never ever ever. As I told my fiancé yesterday, I'll still randomly edit things I wrote in high school. Do you honestly think a blog post I wrote this morning is safe? Hell no!
So... what does it all mean? It means that any and all geeky friends of mine who simply insist that they can't be bogged down with the GUI nonsense of a million different blog sites (not to dis on geeks, of course... I love them... I'm marrying one, in fact) will not get the full majesty of my creative genius. And they will also get typos. Lots of typos.
Case in point, I got an email yesterday giving me crap about a particularly offensive typo (that appeared twice... woopsie) that I had already fixed. Why you gotta waste my flava?
Enter the Art-Crushing Geek Argument
Not one, but two sources informed me that I could learn to write in "final draft format". Please see above. No I can't. I just had a conversation with Richard about this, and apparently I'm a liar who changes the game on my reading populace by editing things after they may have read them. Sorry about that, reading populace. I'm a murderer, pure nerd, and now... a liar.
If you're going to be a monkey, be a gorilla.
And Lastly, VOX Does Not Get Away Sans Blame
Why do I need to put this RSS feed info in a blog entry, where it will undoubtedly be buried under two tons of other garbage rants within the week? I'll tell you why... because it's not obvious how to find the information on the site. You have to go into the page source. What?! Yes... very usable.
Better still, I searched and searched for a way to just add the
link to one of the columns of my blog, at which point I discovered how completely uncustomizable
(not a word, but I need to use it anyway) the format is. Would it
kill you to give me a nanometer of space in which I could put a
link? Would it?!
My original Vox profile:
I used to be a lot more interesting. Or rather, I used to be a lot less picky about what constituted "interesting".
I know myself better than I ever have, which means I have a lot less to say about who and how I am.
I'm happily in love, which has destroyed my knack for poetry. Thankfully it hasn't dampened my appetite for french fries. Mmmm... french fries.
When I was 25, I made a list of 30 things I wanted to accomplish by age 30. Now that I'm 28, I've accomplished about half of them but think the notion of such a list is silly and largely missing the point.
I like lists, but pretend that I don't. I drink coffee every day, but am not fully convinced that I like it. I am often aimless, but I like to think it's in a charming way.
*wonders if this is a biography*
*decides it probably isn't, but that's okay*
