I downloaded a new WordPress app yesterday for the iPad, because the stock app is clunky and annoying. I appear to have gone the other way with this one; this new app, BlogPad Pro, appears to be able to keep track of every single damn thing under the sun but as of right now is impressively complicated. Plus I don’t think I’m getting WYSIWYG when I add images– unless the text on this post is going to be insanely tiny or the picture is way bigger than I think it’s going to be, it’s scaling the pictures much bigger than I think it’s going to be on the actual website.
I am also considering a new Twitter app. I know, I’m a rebel.
Right, the picture: On account of the aforementioned sick baby I’ve got in the house, all renovation work has been put on hold, which didn’t keep me from getting a couple of things done during nap time yesterday. I went through my clothes and got rid of a bunch of stuff that I haven’t worn all year. Neat trick: flip your hangers backwards at the beginning of the year; as you wear and wash clothes, turn the hangers the right way. At the end of the year, toss anything that is still on a backwards hanger, because you haven’t worn it in a year. Got rid of about a quarter of my shirts, believe it or not; there are two bags of clothes and such in my car to take to Goodwill and I’m probably going to be trying to get some old electronics out of the house one way or another sometime soon too.
I’m hoping to finish going through my comic books today, finally; we’ll see if that gets done because there are thousands of them and it’s a big job. Apparently “declutter” is also a plan for the new year.
We have no plans for New Year’s tonight, which should not be surprising to anyone; my wife and I are both old people now and we have a two year old and plus it’s bloody Tuesday night, which is not exactly optimal party time for anybody. Tuesday might literally be the worst day for a major holiday. Maybe I’ll get really crazy and have a glass of wine at 10:15 before bed. We’ll see.
Go do something crazy tonight and blame it on me, ‘k?