Obviously the site makeover continues apace.  Please let me know in the comments here if you see things that don’t seem to work for you, background colors or text colors I’ve forgotten to change, or things that you just think suck.

Since I don’t have the time to integrate the one poll extension that’s available for BlogEngine right now, I’ll try one of these annoying freebie deals.  I really, REALLY need a way of measuring what people think, here.  For now, please to be voting in this here poll (you’ll need to be on the site at lowgenius.net for this).

Thanks much for your input.

[Edit:  Gr.  It doesn't look like the poll is working.  It may be blocked or something by some software I'm running, or it may not be working at all, so I deleted it.  Leave a comment please :( ]

In other news:  I still need to write that long post about Sarah, the girl in Cinci that I’m madly in love with and have been for years even though we’ve never met (no she’s not a hairy fat guy).  Still waiting to hear about my car insurance, something about a risk pool and so on and so forth because I’ve been uninsured…anything to add more money to the bill for those jackasses I guess.  I’m supposed to work in like an hour and a half and I don’t want to.  None of my regular customers will call me, it’ll be dead all night, I won’t make any money, and I’ll end up spending money I don’t have to get to work and then drive back out to my house in between calls so I can actually try to do something productive, like keep working on the rebuild of this site and adding more content.  Or getting people together and working on this whole music scene thing.  Or making music myself, and new videos, etc.

I feel incredibly unattractive lately.  Like I couldn’t attract a woman made out of iron fillings if I was a magnet.  Then again it’s hard to even bother trying under the current circumstances.  Funny thing is I could probably sleep with a quarter of my customers if I tried (lol not YOU guys, I mean the ones who aren’t reading this), but I can’t bring myself to take advantage of amateur drunks for sex.

I do, however, occasionally wish I could.  Damn my conscience.

I guess that’s it for now.  I still haven’t decided whether I’m calling in sick tonight.  I want to.  BAD.  I feel like hell.