Yes, I'm Totally Going to Use This as My Backup Blog from Now On.

I don't care how much verbal space junk there is out there with my name on it. I like this place. I like the dots on it. It has dots! (No, I'm not on Ambien, though that's not a bad idea . . . )

How Many Stupid Blogs Do I Have?

I just read my last few entries, during which I complain that this isn't my real "backup blog." It ought to be, since this is actually where I post when I can't get to the main site—except when I've logged onto "Conservatives Who Say Fuck" by mistake, because it uses a different identity (but IIRC, the same password).

Note to self: fix that.

"Cocktails Are Liquid Forgiveness."

Bartender/writer Andrew Bohrer discusses Tom Waits' song "Down There by the Train": "it is fairly obvious that this is a song about death . . . In a less dramatic way, for me it is just a song about being done, and being tired, [of] needing relief and forgiveness. Cocktails are liquid forgiveness."

Bohrer;s post enumerates the drinks based on songs from Tom Waits's oeuvre, providing recipes and in most cases pictures. It's an extensive collection, as one might imagine.

Which leads me to wonder (around closing time, natch) just how many drinks have been spawned by the work of Leonard Cohen. Certainly, there is the King Cohen, and the drink Leonard himself invented, the Red Needle.

I'm working on a drink based on Virginia Woolf's To the Lighthouse, but it's slow-going so far. I do know that it'll be served on the rocks.

(X-posted at Little Miss Attila.)

Ah. Back Again.

I live in a world that makes no sense. Whatsoever. So I'll roll with that.

I Guess I'm Posting Here, Now.

After I discovered that my blog was down, I put up a couple of posts on my alternate website, through BlogSpot. Then, I accidentally logged in here and posted here.

After I discovered that I had blogged here rather than at my personal backup blog, I logged out. Insted of logging out of here, though, it cut me off from my ancient backup, which until tonight hadn't been touched since 2005.

I realize this makes no sense--if I logged out after posting to the "F-Word blog," why didn't I stay logged out to the F-Word blog? Why did blogger deny access to the old one?

And yet, that's what happened.

"I have no mouth, but I must scream."

Who the Heck Still Gets Acne at the Age of 48?

That was a rhetorical question, BTW.

Well, Here I Am.

I have no idea what's going on at the main blog; I've sent a note to my webmistress/hosting service, but she's an East Coaster with a day job--so I may not know what's going on until the morning.

Naturally, this happened while I had a Blogad running. What a mess.

Okay. Long Entries Here, for Now.

Since I'm limited to blog-haiku at my main site, I'll post anything of substance that happens to cross my tiny little mind here.

This does not get you off the hook WRT to clicking on my advertsisers' links. If anything, it makes it more imperative that you go to the main site five times a day, to see if I'm still camped out in the bloggy wilderness, or whether I've metaphorically made it back to the lodge and had a hot meal, a shower, and a glass of red wine.

Which leads me to this question, by the bye:

When you go camping—literally camping—what is it you miss the most? For me, as a little girl, it was always milk, French bread, and the [very trite] hot showers.

Can you tell I'm behind on sleep?

In Case You Haven't Seen It

Matt Lauer went to Iraq and interviewed some soldiers about the state of morale. They told him it was high, and he remained skeptical. He finally asked a young captain how they would answer people at home who questioned how the troops could be feeling so good about their mission. The man responded, "well, if I got my news from the newspapers, I'd be pretty depressed, too."

Video here.

Via Some Soldier's Mom, whose son is being evacuated to Germany for surgery. (If you pray, please remember young Noah; it looks like he's in good hands, but spinal-column injuries are worrisome, and he's still in a fair amount of pain).

I'm still not clear

on what I'm supposed to do with three blogs. A person might make an argument for consolidation. Really.

Don't forget to go to my flagship blog, at http://attila.mu.nu

Hm.

I need a third blog like I need a hole in my head. I wonder if there was another way to comment on the site I was visiting without creating a whole new web page. No matter: visit me at Little Miss Attila.