Surprisingly, Blogger is annoying me.

I've forgotten what I was going to post about, because I've now spent a considerable amount of time trying to figure out what's wrong with Blogger.


For instance, my stats don't work.
They just don't.
At first I thought it was just because no one had visited my blog yet, but then I saw a comment from this funny lady whose blog I'd visited earlier on, and then I realized, "Hey! Where's my page view???"
It isn't there.


And then I realized that even though I was following two blogs, my dashboard reader says I have subscribed to nothing.
But the links show on this page don't they?
Divert your eyes to the extreme right of the monitor. Right there. SEE?
But on my dashboard there's nada. Nil. Nothing.
And I tried entering them again, believe me.


I got so frustrated that I actually ran over to wordpress(Oh Blogger gods, I ask forgiveness).
And I made another blog(Please do not smite me).
But the interface with it's endless options and whatnot sent me straight to panic mode, and although I did try to figure things out, I finally decided that I'd like to keep stuff simple, and I deleted the account.


And now I'm back, in a decidedly grumpy mood.
This better sort itself out, that's all.

Here I Go Again.

Yes, I'm quoting White Snake.


And when I say "again", what I mean is that I've had blogs before. Relatively successful ones too.
The thing is, even though I have a journal for my really personal stuff, when a blog loses it's anonymity, I lose my will to post.


I haven't blogged in about three years though, so I figure I'm going to give this another try, and hopefully this time, not run my mouth about it.


First off, if you haven't already guessed by now, my real name isn't Syrah.
According to Wikipedia, Syrah or Shiraz is a dark-skinned grape grown throughout the world and used primarily to produce powerful red wines.
Or Read Whines.
Gettit?
Hey, it is 2.30 in the morning so I reserve the right to make lame jokes and puns and whatever the heck I want. I'm not generally conscious at this time, so there. 


And besides, I should probably warn you that everything you read on this blog may at any or all times sound like it was typed in a drunken stupor. 
I would ask for forgiveness, but seeing as how I've spent my whole life behaving perfectly sane in the public eye, if there's any time to break tradition, it's now. 


So, welcome.