Me: Hey computer I’d like to visit www.livejournal.com
Computer: What www.livejournal.com? You’re fairly sure there has never been a website called www.livejournal.com and there probably never would be.
This is the conversation I’ve been having with my computer for the best part of the last week, or it’s the conversation I would have been having with my computer if it wasn’t an inanimate object or I was slightly unhinged. In reality I was just asking my computer to load livejournal and it was politely declining, for a given amount of politely. So in the end I decided that I was going to move over here onto WordPress at least for the moment. It’s all a bit weird and unusual and I don’t really understand what’s going on, but it’s something. All I have to do is learn how to press words and I’ll be all up and running. Pressing words is a bit like pressing leaves or butterflies into a book isn’t it? Do people really do that. I mean the pressing leaves I can kind of understand (in a I would never do that in a thousand years kind of way but you know what I mean) but have I just imagined the stuff about pressing butterflies into a book? Did I perhaps see someone maliciously squash a butterfly and assume it was a fantastic new pasttime? Either way it’s not making me any more adept at using this damn website… erm… I mean this damn fine website. Good old webby website. I’d totally be using this website even if I had access to Livejournal. Yep. It’s just that good.
