So, I’m happily typing away… typetypetype…  Email everyone and their brother regarding making it into the Sweet Sixteen at Loose ID.  Then it dawns on me…  What are all the other steps called… 
 
Me:  Baby, the college basketball thingie.  It’s called the Sweet Sixteen, right?
*He stops playing with his computer and gives me that “you’re seriously asking me this?” look.*
Mr. Kyle:  Yeah.
Me:  And then it’s the… *checks compu* Elite Eight.
*He sighs*
Mr. Kyle:  Yeah, baby.
*I am undeterred*
Me:  Then the Final Four.
*He’s given up and gives me his undivided attention*
Mr. Kyle: Yes.
*He’s getting short now*
Me:  But what about the final two?
Mr. Kyle: It’s the finals.  They’re the finalists.
Me:  But what are they called?
Mr. Kyle:  The finalists.
Me:  But what’s their cute name?
Mr. Kyle:  FINALS
*Swear to God, he spoke in all caps. I want to learn how to do that.*
Me: But they had the alliteration thing going…
 
He got disgusted then and turned back to his compu and I was left with no answer.  It’s sad, right?  The guys who did the whole alliteration/naming thing for the NCAA tournament should have come up with something better than finals or finalists.  They’ve got the Sweet Sixteen, Elite Eight and Final Four… How about the Tornado Two cause they swept the competition or something?

Ce

Adventures in Stupidland…  Population: Celia

So, what happens when you go grocery shopping without a grocery list and you have a mind that tends to wander?  You end up buying steak sauce for the steak you wanted to buy when you walked into the grocery store before deciding half-way through your shopping that you wanted to have cubed steak with white gravy instead.  Um, yeah.

Write lists people.

Ce

So, I’m sitting here thinking, “I should do a blog post!” I open up my little web browser, get to the page to start typing.

Me: Ooh! I have a Woot! It’s Wednesday post I never finished. I’ll finish it up and throw it out there. Sweet!

Few seconds later as I’m typing away….

Me: Is it Wednesday? *checks calendar* Damn! It’s Tuesday.

Yeah, population of Stupidland: Celia.

Ce

Yes! Stupidland is a REAL place! And I was sooooo there. Ugh! Sometimes I wonder how I make it to work each day.

So, I run PCD (The Pink Chair Diaries). While it’s not my brainchild, I keep it going day to day. Anyway. Jet Mykles posted a story a couple of weeks ago and I kept seeing comments posted, but I wasn’t getting comment notifications. Being the admin, I expected them to pop into my inbox. I thought “WTF?”, but let it go. We weren’t getting any spammers, so I thought it was ok and possibly related to upgrading. Again, Whatever.

I posted my story and woot! I was getting comment notifications. Hmmm… it must have fixed itself, right? Wrong.

Maura Anderson posted her story and suddenly I wasn’t getting comment notifications again. W. T. F? Right?

Then it dawned on me…. The post authors get the comment notifications… NOT the admins. Sometimes… my stupidity amazes even me.

Celia