Captain’s Log 6,140
Mr. Dangerspouse swears he could hear my eyes rolling when he kept asking questions about his new journal. This guy can make a 5-course gourmet meal in under 30 minutes but he cannot find the ADD NEW button on his handy-dandy WordPress blog. ADD NEW means push the button for a new writing screen.
Gads! These eyes really DO make noise if I roll them enough!
If you want to read his journal (which is irreverent as hell AND extremely well-written) go to the navigation bar on the right side of this page and click Dangerspouse on WordPress. He insists that he will still write on Diaryland, but I think that’s just….hooey. We all said that when we made the switch, and we did it for a wee bit. Then, we noticed the massive amount of cobwebs collecting in the corners of Diaryland…..and we stopped the hooey. It’s lonely in Hooey-Land.
Andrew, the guy who runs Diaryland is always there to take your money but he is never there to fix and issue or solve a problem. It was a good training ground for us, but alas. It sucks. You cannot have comments unless you pay. You cannot have photo hosting unless you pay. It’s like having to tip in Las Vegas. Everybody has their hands out for everything.
“Have a nice day!” I thank the doorman and give him a dollar.
Sometimes, we forgo the talk entirely and I just give him the damn dollar.
Speaking of tipping…..one night in Vegas my sister tipped the waiter/seater dude (also called an usher) $20 for better seats at a drag show. We were right up on the runway. We could look up their dresses and ponder where they put all their junk. That close.
All of that was fine until Kenny Kerr, the star (who passed away a few years ago) decided to sit on a stool and get up close and personal with the audience. The person he chose to tease was….Big Sister Mia!
Kenny Kerr. Brilliant and gifted entertainer. Advocate. Philanthropist. Father. Grandfather.
To this day, it was one of the funniest moments of my entire life. Big Sister Mia hides so well in plain sight that she rarely gets chosen as the center of attention. Not only did he pick on her, the spotlight also found her. OMG!
That’s what she got for tipping $20 in Vegas.
It might be a whole lot safer to just hand the doorman a dollar every time you walk out of the building.