Boo Movable Type
The lack of entries lately is due to my publishing software, Movable Type, giving me lots of strange error messages. More after this is fixed.
Oh, and I am so tired of interviewing for jobs. Just thought I’d add that.
Upgrade
As I’ve mentioned before, the last month or so we at Crazy Bananas headquarters have been in the process of upgrading this site. This included a couple of design changes, along with brand new elements. And when I say we, I mean I tell Trent to do something and he does it for me. That, my friends, is how I became the one who wears the pants in this relationship. A couple of days ago I asked my future millionaire husband if there was any way we could add an audio element to the site. Given that daily I am asking him for new things on the site, I didn’t think anything would come of it. But today he showed me a new section on the sidebar called Megan’s Music. He uploaded a few of my favorite tunes and you all can play them straight from the site. If you have any suggestions for new music, please let me know, as I’m not very cool and I’m always looking for new music.
Oh, and Space Cowboy was Trent’s addition. I refuse to take credit for that one.
Excuse our mess
We’re going through some changes here at Crazybananas headquarters, so while we’re in transition, you may notice some strange tweeks in the site. Let me know what you think of our new design, positive or negative, as we haven’t really finished it yet and are working on some changes as we speak. Please also note that the horrible cold bug has infested our home and my throat is swollen up into a big ball of grossness (I was going to say mucus, but that is gross. Aren’t you glad I didn’t say mucus?), so it may take a while to get everything completed. Thanks for your understanding.
Update.
In my hatred of work boredom I’ve updated my About page. You should read it becuase I was trying desperately to be funny and/or relevant. I think it shows. I’ve also realized I’m not very funny or witty. It’s a sad revelation for me.
I also just got a call from the woman I interviewed for last week. She wants to call me at 7 a.m. to discuss something with me. I’m about to poop my pants. If I don’t get this job then I will have to drink lethal amounts of rum to get through another day at current job. Someone better be heading to the liquor store.
Holy Crap.
Trent is helping me in a slight redesign of the site (which pretty much means changing colors/fonts/banners, which actually isn’t really a redesign at all) so excuse the strange color combos for a bit.
In other news, my site actually has people visiting it that do not know me personally, have not been solicited to visit via e-mail and/or are not family members (which is good because if the Chicken Nugget Queen found out about this site I’d be out of the will…and God knows I need zillions of shoeboxes of costume jewelry for survival).
Also, I can be Googled. True, you must type in CrazyBananas, just as it is written here, but still, pretty fucking sweet. I’m like a G-list movie star!
