I don’t know why I didn’t ever bother to look for something like this earlier. Because a plugin for WordPress that automatically crossposts to MySpace had to exist. Now you losers who don’t bother to look at my website (okay, it’s not as if I ever update it anymore) don’t have to. As long as this works. This should eliminate a huge source of annoyance for me.

I don’t think that anyone I know on MySpace is this particular brand of nerd, but for those of you reading this outside of that craphole, I’ll link yer to the script: myPress. There is a hack needed to get it working (search the text for “Line 188” to find it) (MySpace has added a hash to the blog entry page — asshats).

My first attempt to crosspost (without the hack) resulted in the deletion of my last two MySpace posts (I deleted the rest of them myself, because I’m crazy like that). Oh well. If you missed them, the first one can be approximated by typing “Patrick Stewart Sejanus” into a Google Images search. The second one linked to The Passion of the Benny Hill. Yays.

Can I return it? I don’t need a refund.

I read today in the Chicago Sun Times that 74 percent of urban and 67 percent of rural people think that in general, people are are ruder today than they were 20 or 30 years ago (link will probably die — deal with it).

Well, I will agree that a lot of people are pretty damned rude. But I have to wonder, how much does the frequency of rudeness vary from year to year? My guess? Not much. Social norms evolve over time. Grandparents are always going to be shaking their heads at their grandchildren, and comlaining about “kids these days”. So, what is the perceived frequency of rudeness in the present in comparison to the perceived frequency of rudeness in the past (not in retrospect)? I’d bet that the numbers aren’t that different.

Who’s to blame for the fact that young people don’t have the exact same social norms as old people? Why, their parents, of course! (Also, the media. It’s some kind of vast ______-wing conspiracy orsomething.) Boo fucking hoo. Plato thought that certain kinds of music would lead to terrible terrible death and destruction and evil and the downfall of society at so on and so forth and whatnot and yadda yadda yadda. Does this sound familiar? (My parents never tried this shit, so I was a little bit stumped on ways to annoy them sometimes…)

37 percent of adults in a survey said that they had used a swear word in public. Wikipedia says (no, seriously, Wikipedia is indeed taking over Google — it’s within the top five for any search I try.)

The offensiveness or perceived intensity or vulgarity of the various profanities can change over time, with certain words becoming more or less offensive as time goes on. For example, in modern times the word piss is usually considered mildly vulgar and somewhat impolite, whereas the King James Bible unblushingly employs it where modern translators would prefer the word urine (2 Kings 18:27; Isa 36:12) or urinate (1 Sam 25:22, 25:34; 1 Kings 14:10, 16:11, 21:21; 2 Kings 9:8).

(The entry also reminds me about how much we used to enjoy talking about seals in French class…)

It’s all just bullshit. Fuck.

(P.S. I’m one of the 13% of people that will admit to making obscene gestures while driving…)

I wonder… was anyone, upon returning a book to the Library of Alexandria, ever charged a fine for neglecting to rewind?

Still didn’t manage to get those stickers for my windshield, so I had to park on Mars all this week to avoid my car being mysteriously disappeared. Stupid Cubs and their stupid night games! Even when I’m parking somewhere that it’s legal to do so, I feel ridiculous amounts of terribly terrible paranoia. Because the only reason I can ever think of that somebody wouldn’t be parked in a nice big spot already is that the spot is the most illegallest spot in the universe, and they’re watching me park there at that very moment, and are going to mysteriously disappear my car as soon as I round the corner. I’m pretty sure that’s what I’m going to find out when I go outside today. I don’t enjoy being preoccupied with parking my car, and this is why I really wish it would no longer exist. Plus, parallel parking still makes me anger. Whatever the secret is that allows people to do this amazing feat, I have yet to discover it. I blame the driving instructor that “taught” me these things. His method involved lining up the back of the other car so that it would be in a specific position in the window. Yeah, that works for your car, mister. Too bad I don’t have the same kind of windows in mine. Bastard.

It’s not all that bad here, though. Ha! I moved here from Indiana, are you kidding me? The grocery stores here sell a few President’s Choice products… and since I am Canadian, and there is no Zehrs in the area, I find this quite acceptable. I am eating me some PC cookies at this very moment. And also, they had Heinz baked beans without disgusting brown sugar and/or molasses (or any kind of pork product) added in order to ruin my delicious beans on toast experience. Sean says “What are you, a hobo?” He does not understand how I can be excited about beans on toast. More for me! I saw some Nestlé chocolate bars that I haven’t seen since I’ve moved to the U.S., too (no Smarties, though). I found a few of these things in the “International” aisle, in what seemed to be the British section. At least, I must assume that only the British could be responsible for something as disgusting sounding as “spotted dick”, which was right next to the beans and the HP sauce… Then again, I guess they’re also responsible for beans on toast, so I forgive them.

Comcast only took three hours to get it working, WTF. But it works. And I am still unemployed! Therefore: look forward to regular posting again. For a week or so. Until I start slacking and find myself a new excuse.

Imported my old Blogger entries. It wasn’t fun. Had to go into MySQL and delete all of the imported entries a few times because the formatting settings in Blogger were causing nastiness to my layout. And then I realized that I never gave titles to my posts. Argh!

Also set WordPress to notify me when comments are moderated. It’s a useful thing, really! Some comments had been sitting around for quite a while.

And I don’t have links in my sidebar set to ‘block’ in my CSS anymore. Internet Explorer was adding whitespace to my link lists because of it, and I couldn’t find any good way around it (because I’m lazy), and I don’t think there’s any way to get WordPress to stop sticking tabs into the lists it outputs. Methinks I’ll switch back to Movable Type one of these days.