Please bear with me…
Please bear with me over the next few days as I make some changes throughout my site. Flickr is being a bitch and Typepad is just awful. Don't be surprised if some of the images on my blog aren't working.
If you know of an EXPERT out there who is EXPERIENCED in migrating Typepad blogs into WordPress please let me know. It's about time I do the switch. I'm fed up of the service. I have 1,968 blog entries and 23,370 comments. I can't do it all on my own. I would rather hire an expert to do it for me because I want to keep my permalink URLs intact, etc etc etc.
My email address is firstname.lastname@example.org.
I hate to interrupt the fun and the sweet sound of silence but I cannot stop laughing over the exchange of comments in my blog. You see, I have a comment moderation scheme in place to prevent abusive people from coming back. While some bloggers filter out negative comments and post only the positive ones, I try to be as lenient as I can and let people express what they think. The only time I’ll ban someone is when ALL they do is trash, bait or troll etc. My blog hosting provider offers various features like ip address tracking, cookies and all these filter bells and whistles etc so I know who’s who, who left what etc.
Anyway, my acquaintance Angelique who’s in France recently left a comment on my site.
Lo and behold this person from New York (Yep, I know) who identified him/herself as "Angelique Corrector" left at least 100 comments on various pages of my site. OK, perhaps I exaggerated a little on the figure but you get the idea. I filtered them out because really, I don’t understand this crazy obsession about grammar and spelling and syntax etc. let alone obsess on the usage of the word PENULTIMATE.
To cut the story short… Angelique Corrector posted yet another comment yesterday. I published it with hopes that the trolling would come to a halt. The real Angelique (being the dignified and gracious woman that she is… trust me… I know!! I’ve met her before!) replied today. Within minutes, "Angelique Corrector" made a comment and I nearly spat my coffee on my keyboard.
Could it get any more ridiculous than that? Hilarious! Y’all have to love those English Nazis. To be quite honest, I don’t even know what they’re doing on my blog… my site must be a wet dream for them. Nightmare, my minions! Nightmare! Nevertheless, I’m an equal opportunity lover and I love everyone, haters and readers alike. Thank you guys for bringing a smile to my face.
PS. Visit Angelique’s blog at http://hiddenzipper.blogspot.com. I visit her site religiously every day for inspiration. Angelique is a brilliant, brilliant writer and I love her photos. Y’all know it’s my dream to pack my bags and start anew somewhere. Remember my old post how life is full of surprises? Well… whoopee doo. There is no Tarquin and there is no book. But there’s Angelique, her blog, her wisdom and her experiences. Her site is truly one of my best kept secrets (I love the Paris entries) and I’m glad to share it with you.
Ignore my retarded face. That’s a really OLD photo and I look like a beached whale with no jawline.
Optimization/Clean-up in Progress
Just a quick note to let you guys know I’m currently in the middle of a website clean-up/optimization. I know my little labour of love isn’t the fastest-loading website out there but what can I say, you’re all masochists. You love it when I torture you and your internet browser, that’s why you keep on coming back.
I’ve received numerous emails over the past few months, especially from MAC/safari users, telling me their browser crashes whenever they go to my site. I’m not really THAT tech-savvy and I’m not a MAC user so I don’t have anything else to say other than try from a different computer. I’ll tweak my website here and there but that’s the most I could do.
Isn’t it long overdue? I mean hello, in almost 3 years, I clocked 1,135 blog entries and you guys made 15,111 comments and 119 trackbacks on my website. Amazing eh?
I’m not ready for a complete overhaul (not as of yet) so don’t expect a major facelift.
In any case, please bear with me over the next 24-48 hours as I improve my baby, Bryanboy.com.
Questions? Let me know by posting a comment. Alternatively, drop me a line at email@example.com or SMS +63.915.785.1492.
I love you all!
Mrs. Granny Bee’s PICTIONARY ROYALE
I’d like to do a special announcement before we continue with today’s pictionary. I know you’ve all been waiting to see Mrs. Granny Bee’s photos from last week but I’m kind annoyed cause I think I’ve gone FARRRR TOO GAY over the past few days. Hahahaha! I mean gawd, you know you did something wrong (BUT WE ALL KNOW HOW THE WRONG AND THE BAD IS SOOOO GOOOOD HAHAHA) when you suddenly get an avalanche of emails from people asking you to send them bras and panties by mail. I DO NOT WEAR WOMEN’S UNDERWEAR SO I DON’T HAVE "MOIST PANTIES" TO SEND YOU AND BITCH PLEASE, I AM NOT A FULL-TIME TRANNY! Hahaha! I only do it when I’m on crack. So yeah… here goes.
HAHHAHAHA! YUK YUK YUK YUK YUK YUK YUK!
I know that photo was taken back in the dark ages when I got OD’ed on everything Patsy Stone loved but what the heck, shitake happens to the best of us. Good thing I’m clean and sober now. NO WONDER I’M FUCKING FATTTTTT!!! I hope that photo will serve as a reminder that I am a boy, I love being a boy and I will always be a boy, then, now and forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever infinity ever, no matter how many pairs of Manolos, Jimmy Choo, Roger Vivier or Pierre Hardy shoes I’ll get to wear in this lifetime.
Mrs. Granny Bee is waiting!!!! Click click click click! I’m bringing SEXY BACK!!!!
Mail Call: Imelda Marcos Collection, NYC and How do I go to Alaska?
Parisians aren’t the only ones who mail postcards inside envelopes… Nueva Yorkers do it as well.
Postcard from Thomasco
Blond boys have more fun
Yes, you read that right. No, you’re not hallucinating.
I’m sooo depressed I thought I’d scare the shit out of people at the mall.
Love is a game.. it drives me insane
Love is a game… it drives me insane. I feel no shame and won’t take no blame.
Before I begin with my usual spiel, let me tell you that my "111" (one pill, one fruit cup and one glass of milk a day) diet didn’t work for me. It was terrible. It fucked my head up completely. I spent the entire time popping sleeping pills because I got dizzy all the time from the lack of food. That’s why I haven’t updated my blog recently. Well, that and the bollocking typhoon too.