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porpentine when the site was primarily intended to display my filk music and poetry. I love my new design, which was done by taraoshea and will be going live any day now. I love that my website is orange and green, just like a pumpkin patch that belongs specifically to me. I have a virtual pumpkin patch, filled with good things that I get to plant.(Does that sound twee? That sounds twee. At the same time, I'm wearing jack-o-lantern pajama pants, socks that look like candy corns, and a fuzzy orange sweater that really makes it look like I've been hunting and slaughtering Muppets for their pelts. So right now, I'm actually allowed to be twee. I have the wardrobe pass to twee.)
I hate updating my website. I hate the fact that I always feel like I'm forgetting something when I turn my updates in. I hate the feeling of running uphill. I am not a fan of running up hills. It makes my calves hurt. I hate that my website makes my calves hurt. I hate sitting here being neurotic over whether or not these shoes make my website look twiggy. I hate, in short, the process of making the website functional. Seriously, if it weren't for Chris and Tara, my site would consist of 'PLEASE BUY SEANAN'S BOOKS SO SHE CAN FEED THE CATS' in big flashing black letters, and I'd be done.
In closing, I need to go watch some television and eat some popcorn, and tomorrow, I'll find something new to sit here and twitch over. PS: it's likely to involve my crazy-train Siamese cat. Lilly, who cures crazy by causing more.
