OMG, it’s been a while, involving pneumonia flattening Dave, MID APRIL SNOW, and fun with gentian violet… haven’t even taken many pictures yet. Anyway, bizarrogirl had this, and it seemed like a good way to make sure my typepad account was still working. (also, you don’t *have* to post it in your own journal, if you don’t want…I’m not much of a rules stickler.)

Comment and I’ll:

   1. Tell you why I friended you.
   2. Associate you with something fandom, a song, a colour, a photo, a sexual position, etc. (Or, not)
   3. Tell you something I like about you.
   4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
   5. Associate you with a character/pairing.
   6. Ask something I’ve always wanted to know about you.
   7. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
   8. In return, you must post this in your LJ.

So, I’ve been raving about Typepad here and there, but I wanted a whole post about it so you’d know why it rocks.

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Ahh, typepad. Your easy layout design, your simple photo album configuration, and your low, low price (compared to the webhost and dland fees of yore) are making me very happy. I’m a lovin’ the typepad.

And, while I would ultimately love to have a domain name again, the whole crumple debacle has me just ready to be DONE with that, and this UI is so much more conducive to someone who doesn’t have the time to fuck around with html and ftp and crap.

So, I will be ending my dland presence almost exactly three years after I started. 621 posts, translating to 788 pages of PDF (going to have to do TWO cafepress books to get it published for myself, it’s that big) are going to die the slow dland death. First, my supergold will run out, and my images will disappear. Then, months later, the purple error page will appear. And it will be all gone. Oh well.

Of course, I started at dland when I was still living alone, on elm street. (I know, I know, of COURSE the horror movie freak ended up marrying me! It’s like the LAW or something.) Dland saw me through dating dave, returning to the university, moving in with dave, marrying dave, graduating from university, getting my first teaching job, and buying my first house. As we move into the conception arena, it’s only fitting that I make a new start with my online journal. Dland was there for 9/11, having my wisdom teeth out, trying to have an IUD in, gaining weight from quitting smoking, losing weight from gaining it, and occasional rants againts humanity, society, or really fucking annoying people. I love writing most days, even if it’s just a boring, random post, it keeps me in check. I love that I have almost 800 pages of journal to document all of that, as it was a huge period of growth.

In the event that I have to password again (at this point, I’m opting to hide in plain sight by having it be a sub-blog (god, I hate the word blog) of a more public, innocent one. I don’t plan on waxing poetic all the time. I’m not THAT old, ferfuckssake.

I am 29. I am no longer a seriously poor-ass college student with debts. I can afford such luxuries as TypePad, and I’m going to.

SO there.