Things you hear/see about here: Everton. Houston Dynamo. US Soccer. Footy in general. Science fiction. Doctor Who. Star Wars. Battlestar Galactica. Harry Potter. Books. TV. Politics. Rants. Gingers. Cute things. Shameless plugs.
plot twist: yahoo buys tumblr and we get proper blocking features, lockable posts, a sent folder in messages/fanmail with a better interface, ability to search multiple tags, removal of the post and message limits, proper search engines for likes/archives and removing that bloody "reblog as a link" option.
Yeah I guess I’m not so upset with the Yahoo thing because I’ve never been so enamored with Tumblr in the first place. It’s nice for building a good social network and stuff but it kinda sucks as a blog platform and its features are very limited and it isn’t all that user-friendly. And I know Yahoo is kinda not what it used to be but tbh most of the niche news stories I find out about are either from Facebook or Yahoo articles that I stumble upon when I go to check my e-mail (and my e-mail itself is actually pretty user-friendly and efficient).
So I’ve become dependent on Afrin and what that means is that Afrin and other nasal sprays are, in a sense, addictive in that my sinuses have gotten used to the effect of them. And what happens is it creates this rebound effect where my ability to breathe through my nose is, well, non-existent without the Afrin. This has been going on since…January. So, about five months.
Anyway, I didn’t really know what was going on until I went to the doctor yesterday and he told me all of this and now he wants me to wean myself off of Afrin (with the help of Claritan, and this anti-inflammatory nasal spray he prescribed me that is non-habit forming).
So, it’s been a day. And…I’m basically miserable. Just give me my Afrin. I need it.
No, that way lies pain and darkness and possibly more serious conditions like a loss of smell and bad damage to the blood vessels along my nasal passages.
I wished Happy Mother’s Day to my aunt who is not a mother but is an aunt. Like me. Does that mean I get to wish myself a happy mother’s day?
A direct quote from The Times newspaper, talking about a Peter Ustinov documentary and saying that:
“highlights of his global tour include encounters with Nelson Mandela, an 800-year-old demigod and a dildo collector”.