Oh my, I'm going to hell for this one. (Warhell--where I'm sure Andy is keeping everyone very well entertained.) But it was all too delicious not to use once it came to me. (I was attracted to this rendition of The Last Supper by Philippe de Champaigne mostly for the dark wall, which I was going to fill with a Warhol, but this was definitely a case of Less is More.)
Well, I finally created a blogroll (look to the right!). I am amazed at how confusing and unintuitive the instructions for this stuff can be. Would it be so hard to write: "Add a Page Element," and then in parentheses, put "(Blogrolls, etc.)" How is it clear whether something like a blogroll is part of "Settings," "Layouts," "Templates" or "Styles?" Why can't they state clearly and unequivocally "Cut and Paste this code in {TELL YOU WHERE, EXACTLY, AND DON"T GIVE ME 'IF YOU HAVE JAVASCRIPT' HOW THE HELL DO I KNOW?}.
I bitch because I don't like to feel stupid. I've always thought computer documentation was awful. It presupposes A LOT. You can just hear the engineers saying, "Oh c'mon Sanjay, everybody KNOWS what a widget is" or "Who doesn't know how to lay in some HTML?" That we've figured out as much as most of us have is actually pretty impressive when you think about it. In the last 10 years, ninety-five percent of us have gone throught the equivalent of graduate school without ever having taken a class. It almost gives me hope.
I spoke to my Mom about the Slip n' Slide memories I shared yesterday, and as we talked about the house I grew up in in Rockville, Maryland, she also reminded me that the blackboard I remembered in the dining/tv room was actually a wall my Dad had painted with a special black paint so that we kids could write directly on it.
My parents also wallpapered the walls to the stairs both up to the second floor and down to the basement with maps. While playing hide-and-seek, I learned where the Gulf of Bothnia was.
My own ironic historical disconnect echoes that of Warhol's Marilyn Monroe convening The Last Supper. I couldn't imagine my present without the internet and computers, and I can't imagine my past with it.
MCO 2008
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Clearly, you're going to hell in a rowboat! I don't know where that saying comes from, but I've heard it all of my life. I don't know if it's peculiarly southern or also common in other parts of the country. My good friend Jenny and I, upon gleefully sharing some bit of mischief about the nefarious activities of another friend, who is continually up to something nefarious, always end the discussion with an acknowledgement that we're both going to hell in a rowboat for being such eager gossips! Of course, Marilyn is a fitting and believable center of attention for all of the supper guests.
Kudos on the addition of the blogroll! I share in your wonder at why instructions on blog management are not more straightforward. Perhaps, it is a form of purgatory here on earth. Maybe it'll save us from going to hell in a rowboat; we'll have paid all our dues on the Internet.
Rowboat! No, no, no, it's Hell in a Handbasket!
Oh well, you do things slower in the south. As slow as molasses in January, I believe.
We've warned you before, Marc, and your grace chits have run out. So straight to HELL for this blayus-phimmy aginst thuh Laweruhd! And Jesus' LAST MEAL at that! So say your prayers and bend over now for your punishment. There ya go:) I think we all agree you deserved that!
Seriously, I enjoyed this best of all your Hy-Art (what I have seen that is).
And holy moley, you grew up in Rockville? Whereabouts?
I lived in Silver Spring for 11 years. Know pretty much every 'hood in Rockville!
I love your spelling of Laweruhd and blays-phimmy!
I grew up on West Richie Parkway, now Glenora Lane, in Glenora Hills! Right next to the Lakewood Country Club---we used to collect golf balls from the fields! It was heaven for a kid back them, very Wonder Years!
I know that area, and we used to have work luncheons at the Lakewood. I worked near Montrose Road and Rockville Pike for six years.