Nobody likes a post about the blog itself. We can only take so much navel gazing.

On that note, I'm surprised that people are actually still checking this site regularly, despite that it's been static for almost six months now. I received comments within twelve hours of posting, which must mean you people check here daily. You need lives.

Then, Blogger blew up on me; it seems it can't resolve my domain or the host's domain anymore. What's up Blogger? Having DNS problems?

So Joey, yes, I received your comments. Since they had nothing to do with the topic of the post, they were filtered as spam (ha ha!). You mentioned your solution right there in the comment, so I don't know why you were telling me. Just do it. It worked for me using the same conditions and settings I suspect you have, so it must be all those porn sites you visit. Go ahead and repost your comment; I promise I'll approve it this time.

While I'm at it, for all you super-paranoid types out there: you need to turn java and javascript on for my site to work properly. If you're using Noscript or some other java plugin for Firefox, then at the very least allow shekleton.com, haloscan.com, and rsscalendar.com. Trust me, they're safe.

In the spirit of meta, I open up the comment forum to any and all topics you wish. Go ahead, tell me exactly how your browser behaved when you visited my site. Tell me who IM'd you at that moment. Let me know how that hamburger tastes.

I forgot an important milestone in my recap of the past five to six months.

I joined a band. This could be a good or bad thing depending on how it sounds - I've always said the day I perform music on stage is the day rock dies. I guess we'll find out November 3 at Quencher's on Western and Fullerton Avenues.

Like how I fit that plug in?

Where've I been? Here's an update.

In the past six months I've:

1) Moved a half-mile away into a crappy apartment in a crappy neighborhood.
2) Got a part-time (ha) job that takes up sixty hours a week.
3) Been robbed.
4) Gone to the emergency room at a cost of over one thousand dollars.

Seems, the only thing that stays the same is that I'm still poor. I guess that's just as well, since I don't have any time to spend money anyway.

I want my life back.