"I'm your genie, I'm your friend, I'm your willing slave
Take a chance, just feed me and you know the kinda eats,
The kinda red hot treats, The kinda sticky licky sweets I crave,
Come on Seymour... FEEEEEED MEEEEEEEEE!!!!!"
-Audrey II, Little Shop of Horrors

April 25, 2007 - Feed Me

Oh how 21st century. How amazingly up-to-date. Because when I write I use dreamweaver and I don't use a bloggy tool or a cookie cutter program (often) I have not had any sort of RSS feed. My peeps don't be knowin' when I be updatin'. But. Thanks to the loving research of the Cool Librarian from Libraryland (aka Jessica from Rhode Island), I now have Feedity and you can subscribe to me, using bloglines or google or whatever floats your individual boat. It's on the front page of the site now. You can see a huge button there on the left above my navigational choices. You can click it and get the linky love, and know when I update and wait patiently when I do not.

So go ahead -- you know you wanna. Lord knows it has been long enough.

Normally, I do not use RSS or any other type of feed. I like using my links page and my favorites to navigate to the sites I visit on a daily basis. Sometimes, I visit many of you ... over and over and over during the course of the day. I'm not stalking... I'm just ... trying to stay awake at my desk.

So forgive me if you get a referral log that is filled with 15 clicks through from my page and you put two and nine together to come up with ... Jesus, what is she doing checking me again, I don't update hardly at all!!!

I check, cause I love.

Anyway -- now you don't have to check whether or not you love. . You can RSS linky love and life is good. Aren't you overjoyed? You should be.

And we all owe the Cool Librarian, Mrs. Steven Page, Guster fan, geocaching, curly headed Oh So Bershon Jessica a round of applause.

If you have comments, feel free to leave them. Let me know if it works or doesn't and I'll forward your complaint to technical support.

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In other news, Geoff broke three of his six guitar strings, forcing me to need to stop in at Guitar Center on the way home this evening.

I felt a little weird in my dockers and my pink blouse, with my little purse. I didn't feel all rock and roll, the way I did all weekend long as I celebrated the joy that is Guster and my Rock And Roll Lifestyle (a great song by Cake, if you aren't familiar).

When I walked in the door, I was immediately approached by a very tall red-headed young man who smiled and asked if I needed help.

I felt for a second as if he really wanted to say, with utter disdain, "Hey Lady... you're in the wrong store. The puppy store is across the way. And Wal-Mart is behind us."

But he spoke with absolutely no disdain or disgust. He was smiley and helpful, and leaned in politely and made eye contact.

It frightened me. This isn't what I expected.

"Um, yes. I need some guitar strings. My son broke three of his so I guess a full set of six is good. I'll take the Ernie Balls there in the blue packet (four bucks and change, thank you very much) and a couple of picks too while we're at it."

He looked pleased. Oh joy, the woman is in the right store and knows what she needs. The only thing I did wrong was ...

"Electric or acoustic?"

"Oh! Acoustic, thanks." I guess it makes a humongous difference, although the packet I got is clearly labeled nickel strings for acoustic or electric... but whatever.

I looked around the store and all kinds of rock star wannabe guys were there, some with girlfriends in tow. Some guys dressed similar to me in their dockers and work dress shirts were trying out guitars and being helped in a similarly fine fashion by the staff there. No "you're not pierced and inked so we will ignore you!" attitudes.

It was a very pleasant experience.

I got home and put the strings on the guitar and immediately broke one of them myself. Good lord. It wasn't even like tight or anything. Just ... sproing! broken. So I have to go back. I managed to tune the guitar via a webpage mp3 file, and even though he only has five strings, it sounds a lot better than it did just a few hours ago.

Now he wants a guitar strap. Jeeesh. I'm going to become some sort of Guitar Center regular at this rate.

Anyway -- that's about it for me. Good feed rss thing, good guitar experience. Good night.