It's almost funny.
[Note to Typepad users: If you are in "compose post" mode (ha, I originally typoed "compost post" - yeah.) and you accidentally hit F5 -- POOF! Post gone. Composted. Hey, shit happens.]
Bloody hell. So here's the thing: I was writing a post with the title, "There Are No Coincidences."
Would you take that as a metaphysical bitch slap, if ever there was one?
I was talking about the latest medical fuckup for my sister that actually turned out to be a good thing on a number of levels. (As MamaCate would say, "Fuckup, The Sequel.")
And I was talking about my new cast-on for Crocodile Totem socks -- and the fact that I had decided to adopt the crocodile totem. And that perhaps crocodiles eat doctors for breakfast.
Well, anyway. I then accidentally hit F5 (or was it F4? I don't know -- it was an accident.) and the post page .....uh REFRESHED. Blank slate. And given the title and all, well, I think I'm done for tonight. Perhaps now Typepad should get a piece of my mind. (could there maybe be a fail-safe that says, "Are you SURE you want to delete this post?" Just a thought.)
But I'm saving all my ire for the doctors. So maybe one of you could tell Typepad of my concerns?
*defeated shrug* (but don't worry; I'm laughing. It IS funny. And my sister is NOW doing fine. -ish. Now that she has told them all to go take flying leaps, and she'll find some decent health care on her own, thank you very much.)
For your lame visuals, here's a picture of the Opal Crocodile yarn I'm using. I obtained it in a swap with Stalker Angie a while back.
Yeah, yeah, I know: Lots of WIPs to round up. And there is the story about Norma The Sexist, which is really losing its edge now, with all the other drama, I'm afraid. Sorry to disappoint.
This is Super Agent F5, codename "The Croc," out.