NOBODY TOLD ME
I am ashamed to admit that I had left an egregious error on this web page for far too long and nobody told me. Yes. I know. You all think my layouts are minimalistic, starkly effective and all-in-all brilliant, but the limitations of software here on my loving home, Blogger.com, forced me to tag five months of posts with — and I am loath to admit it — incosistent numeric date formatting.
I know, I know. Surely we can blame evil Blogger for visiting this blight, this festering, pestulant eyesore upon the informational integrity of my blog, can't we? No! The blame falls squarely upon my shoulders for giving evil the chance it needed and therefore fulfilling an ancient prophecy — no, wait, that's Shujinko. But the sentiment is the same. I have visited this evil upon myself.
And what is this evil, you ask? I know, I know. If it has consumed this much space in writing about the magnitude of it, surely it must be dread, indeed. And you would be more correct than you know. Imagine my horror — much like going to work with no pants on — I was inadvertantly tagging my posts with M/dd/yyyy dates.
Outrageous, I know. Why Blogger saw fit to format the dates using such an irregular format is beyond comprehension. But what's worse is nobody told me. Can you believe it? I know from the hit counter that at least somebody is reading this drivel now and then, so why is it that nobody thought to send a discreet email? Hmmmmmm? Drop a little note to let me know? Clue me in? Wouldn't you pull a co-worker aside and tell him he's not wearing pants?! Isn't that the nice thing to do?
The indignity of it! Maybe you all thought it was funny, is that it? All laughing at the idiot who doesn't understand the time-honored, simplistic, and decidedly American standard MM/dd/yyyy format? Well, fine, then. You've had your laughs. The dates are all going to be spelled out longways, because now with my kick-ass 24" widescreen flat-panel monitor, this fits all on one line: