Sebbylite

Ok, so the reasoning behind the madness is this one word: widgets.

I changed the theme of Sebbylite because I wanted to include Widgets in the sidebar (widgets are basically AJAX plugins, for the rest of the semi-nerdly out there, and are designed to do anything from tell the time and weather to changing the AdSense headings to feeding my dog. Maybe not that last one, but I think they are working on it in the labs…), and this was the first widget friendly theme I found that I liked. Hence, the new theme.

Of course I haven’t actually added any of the widgets yet, but that will be coming shortly. Or “soon”, for all you heightly deprived people out there in Blogland that resent the reference.

Other things going on:

Where’s the Caption Contest?

Originally I had assumed that Sundays were a good day to do the caption contest because I seemed to have a lot of free time, and was consistently blogging every Sunday. So I decided that was the day to do it. Then, it became Spring, and the weather started getting nicer. Now, on Sundays, I’m usually outside in my yard hanging out with the RD. I could bring my laptop out there, but I haven’t bothered to do that yet. I think that there will be some Caption Contest posts in the future, but it will be more sporadic and random, like me.

How come you haven’t taken any pictures in the past few months?

Well, I’ve taken pictures, I just haven’t posted them yet. I’m sorry, and I’ll get to that, I promise. I wish that I could say that I’ve been hip deep in my girlfriend’s…er, spending “quality time” with the “litttle woman”, but we all know that would be a lie. I’ve just been lazy. So. Bite. Me.

How come your blog sucks?

You suck. You’re the one with the thick candy shell.

That is about all I’ve got right now. That isn’t true, I should probably tell you this story about the RD:

My upstairs neighbor has a 4 1/2 pound long-haired chihuahua, of which 2 pounds is probably cock. I’m not kidding, this dog walks around on five legs, a fact which my neighbor is very proud to point out, since everything else about the dog is so damn pansy. Anyway, this dog likes to attack my dog. Yeah. 4 1/2 pound Chihuahua. 85 pound Rottweiler. Guess who wins?

Well, I probably wouldn’t be telling this story if the Rottweiler came out on top, because what is the fun in that? That’s right, my dog is scared to death of the satan-spawned half-rat. And the worst part is that every time the Chihuahua starts barking, the RD tries to get in my lap to hide. Even when I’m standing.

How did I figure this out? As fate would have it, I left town a few weekends ago, and this was the neighbor that agreed to take in the RD for the weekend. My dog never made it further than 5 feet into her apartment, because that is as far as the Chihuahua would let him go. The whole first night he cowered by the front door on his little dog bed. Finally, the next day my neighbor took him to another neighbors place for the second day and night. I sometimes have a feeling that my dog was the cowardly lion in a previous life, because that is sure as hell what he acts like now.