So blogger's gotten itself this brand new upgraded, beta functionality thing that would at some point of time become the alpha blogging service in the world, in tune with the rest of google's grand scheme to take over things. So despite this having issues on the lines of not being able to post via ftp servers and me not able to comment as a blogger on any other blogspot blog, I've decided to migrate. Those of you who tried accessing this space around dinner for about fifteen minutes a couple of days ago would know this already, those of you who didn't this is it. New and improved.
As is generally known thanks to my attempt at getting a comment box inline with the main post page I now know enough html to make a mess of things and not know how to set it right. It turns out that beta is a lot more complicated than that. True it has labels for each post and this might just be labelled general blade, which I guess most of the posts would be, but editing templates now requires an in depth knowledge of GML. Google Markup Language. See what I mean by world domination.
But cool things do exist. RSS feed subscription, so I don't have to depend on Feedblitz or Bloglet, just click on the link right at the bottom and I think you all would know when I updated. And the hierarchial display of previous posts on the sidebar.
Technicalities aside, Steve Irwin fell victim to one of the dangerous animals that he was chasing. It is a sad thing. Much as I detest snakes and other such relics of the evolutionary past that constantly remind us that we shouldn't be taking our pinnacle-of-evolution-status too lightly, he made them both entertaining and interesting. His trademark outfit, thick australian accent and unnerving tendency to piss off a poisonous reptile made him special. It's only right, I suppose that he died from a sting ray sting, doing what he loved most and did best. Go Steve!
Relics from my past keep visiting to haunt me. Orkut was bad enough (shall expound on my theory that if I don't stay in touch with certain sections of society, it's for a reason, some other time) and now I was reminded of this really irritating song called "Are you Jimmy Ray?" by none other than Jimmy Ray. Incidentally this also came up since the lyrics in the middle are on the lines of "Are you Sting Ray..." He looks like plastic man I thought. Do You?
A week remains.
But cool things do exist. RSS feed subscription, so I don't have to depend on Feedblitz or Bloglet, just click on the link right at the bottom and I think you all would know when I updated. And the hierarchial display of previous posts on the sidebar.
Technicalities aside, Steve Irwin fell victim to one of the dangerous animals that he was chasing. It is a sad thing. Much as I detest snakes and other such relics of the evolutionary past that constantly remind us that we shouldn't be taking our pinnacle-of-evolution-status too lightly, he made them both entertaining and interesting. His trademark outfit, thick australian accent and unnerving tendency to piss off a poisonous reptile made him special. It's only right, I suppose that he died from a sting ray sting, doing what he loved most and did best. Go Steve!
Relics from my past keep visiting to haunt me. Orkut was bad enough (shall expound on my theory that if I don't stay in touch with certain sections of society, it's for a reason, some other time) and now I was reminded of this really irritating song called "Are you Jimmy Ray?" by none other than Jimmy Ray. Incidentally this also came up since the lyrics in the middle are on the lines of "Are you Sting Ray..." He looks like plastic man I thought. Do You?
A week remains.
