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Why Does No One Tell Me These Things?!

So, I was just reading over an old post of mine. Actually, it's probably my very most favoritest post -- they're not all gems around here, by any stretch, but this one still makes me giggle like a ticklish teenager on ecstacy.

(Okay, maybe not that much. Still -- I dig it. Maybe you will, and maybe you won't. There's no politics or recipes or quotes from scripture in it, so if that's the kind of thing you're looking for... yeah, I'm gonna be pretty damned useless to you. But thanks for stopping by. So sorry.)

Anyway, back to the post -- which, coincidentally enough, I wrote exactly one year and one day ago; spoooooky, no?

So, I was reading through it -- it's about my (non-)appearance on Wheel of Fortune, if such things float your particular brand of watercraft -- and I realized, to my great chagrin, that only half the original post was there! I could read about the first round, and the second round... but round three and the bonus round were nowhere to be seen! What the fuck?

My best guess is that when I moved over to this site from Blogger, the post import had some kind of size limit. And I'm a wordy mother fucker. I'll throw a couple of thousand words around about a trip to the grocery store or a children's show I've got no damned business watching.

(Or about some post I wrote a year ago, apparently. This was supposed to be a short post, dammit. Curse this diarrhea of the fingers!)

(Yeah, I know. 'Ewwwwww!' My bad.)

Anyway, as you can imagine at this point, when I have a real live, actual topic to blather on about, I can go on for quite a while. Including a while longer than MovableType will allow, when plopping posts from Blogger into a new site. So -- I'm guessing -- my very most favoritest post got chopped in half. Bitches!

And then -- then! -- nobody told me about it. So it's been sitting there since March, or whenever I set up shop here, crippled and incomplete. A half a post. An unfinished symphony. Drivelus interruptus.

So, I fixed it. I searched the original down on my old Blogger page, and copied in the rest of the post. And not to try to send you folks diving into the archives or anything, but now that it's actually fully fricking available, I'll tell you this:

If you're interested in reading the post that I'm most proud of in my nearly year-and-a-half of slinging sass on this site, then feel free to have a look at 'Can I Buy a Damned Clue, Please?', seen here in its entirety for the first time in... I dunno. Months. Maybe ever. Goddamned computers, anyway. Why does no one tell me these things?! *sigh*