DISCLAIMER: I'm pretty pissy right now. No, I don't have to piss. I'm pissed-off. (Keep the "better than being pissed on" jokes to yourself. They're as stale as my granny's stone underwear...& she's dead, anyway.) So anyway, yeah...I can't promise that harsh language won't occur...nor can I promise that name calling won't occur. If you have issues with either of these things, you're too wussie to be on my blog in the first place, so hit the bricks!

Now you're kinda wondering, "What the heck could possibly make Karen, an easy-going, all-loving, and the most peaceful person I've ever known get so irate?!" Right? Something like that?

Anyway, here is what!....



I got online this morning as I always do....crusties in my eyes....sipping the first cup of the Almighty Coffee for the day. I open my Inbox and I see something BLUE..."This looks out of place" I think to myself. I proceeded to scrape the cute little crusties out of the corners of my eyes and give it a moment so my peepers can adjust to the light from my monitor.





WTF?! You're kidding me, right? They did not slap a disclaimer on the top of my Inbox. I must be imagining it. Yeah...I'm psycho, we all know this. It must be another one of my moments of insanity screwing with my head.

I rub my eyes a few more times...take a HUGE guzzle of coffee and look again.



It's still there! They have littered my Inbox with this bullshit?!

You know what this immediately reminded me of, right? RIGHT?! Yeah - that pansy-ass little tight jeans wearing, emo hair stylin', pink polo shirt lovin' freakazoid known as Tom. That Astroglide addicted little fruitcake is incessantly leaving his drivel in little boxes on my MySpace homepage. CONSTANTLY. It's the days when there isn't a gay-ass little box that I go, "WTF? Is Tom FINALLY dead?!"

For those of you who were intelligent and had the where-with-all enough to refrain from signing up for a MySpace page, let me show you an example of one of these infamous little pain-in-the-keister boxes that Tom is constantly littering our homepages with:



As if it's not bad enough that he throws his drivel up on our page...he has to actually put his "I love myself more than cheese" picture up on it as well?! :shakes head in disgust:

So anyway, when I saw this disgusting BLUE box in on my Inbox page, I flipped my already partially flipped lid! Like it wasn't bad enough that they stuck it up there...but they just HAD to use that nauseating MySpace "I love penis although I'm a dude" color as well?!

Okay, so now this is where I will digress a tad. Don't get me wrong. I LOVE Opera and My.Opera. Seriously...anyone who has known me for even like 3 minutes already knows how much I adore Opera. It's actually almost unhealthy for me to love it as much as I do. It's basically an obsession. I wear the t-shirt, the button...write with the pen...bake cookies that look like the big O, create the big O out of sticks on the beach...I have an entire album dedicated to my love of Opera. I even created the My.Opera Short Bus, for cryin' out loud! So nobody could ever say that I don't loves me some Opera.

Now that I've completely over-done that, I just want to finish up by saying that the question isn't how much Opera rules or doesn't rule. We can all agree that it's the pwner of all who pwn. My concern, though, is that it's going to head down the same disgustingly obnoxious road that MySpace is traveling down. Please...PLEASE let this ugly BLUE box bullshit be the very last time they do something like this. I'd hate to have to write a bitchy blog post every time something like this happens in the future...and you KNOW I will. Crass, I be.

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I'm sure most of you noticed that I was gone for three days. You might not have realized how long I was gone, but I can imagine that some of you knew I was M.I.A. Here's the story:

Being the compulsive neat-freak I am, I decided I was going to clean up my computer and delete a bunch of files I never use or don't need. Everything was going along just fine. I had moved everything that wasn't a program file to my H drive. Well, in the process of doing all of this, I thought I had moved my picture folder to the H drive as well. I deleted the original folder - thinking I had copied it to the other drive.

I was wrong.

I lost about 15,000 pictures...give or take a few thousand. I totally panicked! I have a lot of them backed up to DVDs, but I haven't done a decent back-up since before we moved to Oregon! All the pictures and video of my Dad's visit were gone...etc.

Well, Lonnie ended up having to run some file recovery software on my computer. I wasn't able to touch my computer until it was finished. Three days later, here I am! It took three days to get about 75% of my pictures back. The other 25% are history, but oh well! I'd much rather have 75% of them than none of them! And yes - I got a lot of my Dad in there, so whew!!!

So there you have it. I'm not dead, nor is anyone else. I just pulled the biggest blonde moment of my life! DUH!