blogging... martha stewart style

i spent the past two hours reworking the template of my "yet, another blog." i moved from sans serif fonts to serif fonts, and played around with font colors and sizes. that's the extent to the html-coding i am able to do. i wish i could post pictures, though. that would add such another level to all this cyber scribbling.

as for sex? in THIS city?-- i killed my online profiles, but i guess i should try and write more about my non-existent love life and cross my fingers that the mentioned parties don't find out about my blog. (i really should work on the template for the sex? in THIS city? blog. i'm not feeling the sans serif fonts, anymore.) GEEK!!!

which brings me back to this blog. i've had this template for over a year now. surprisingly, this blog gets the most readership (enter a smattering of lame applause). now, you all be the judge. would you like me to give eye.8.infiniti... and then some a face-lift? compare it with my other blogs and let me know by using my comment function. (yes, i'm trying to be more interactive... get the crowds going) visualize: handful of people moving from the fridge to their computer monitors to tell me like it is.

i sense a change coming in the winds of cyberspace...

something better be working

v's comment function isn't working, but i wanted to tell him that "fast and the furious" didn't suck. (not only is his comment function not working, neither are his permalinks. you reading this?)

t is worried about my chakras. she's on a vicious campaign to "appropriate the appropriator" by frequenting new age stores in berkeley and getting more indian than the non-indians:

"can you do me a favor? if i lend you my chakra workbook, can you promise me to work on your first, second and third chakras?"

according to her, i'm better at seeing dead people than relating to the living and breathing ones here on earth. now, how's that for social misanthropy? i guess i "owe her one." i love how the state of my chakras is of concern of hers to the extent that i'm doing her a favor by working on it. oh, well. as dionne says, "that's what friends are for." now, why can't she go on and tell her cousin to do her a favor and dump bobby and the blow?