a second protestive acquiescence

I bet you're all relieved that I've moved on from the famous face recognition...

I've decided to submit to blogger's pestering and switch to the newer version. Stupid beta.

Not only has my internet been down for the past two days (apparently a wire was cut in Malibu, so even the campus was affected), which meant no blogging, no email and no phone (stupid Vonage); but also annoying was the last day it was working, blogger was freaking out on me. I couldn't post, I couldn't comment, etc. So frustrating. But those who had beta seemed to be fine. I guess it was just a problem with the old and obsolete version.

So I'm old now and I'm going to switch. I'm nervous, because I'm worried that it won't let me fiddle around with my site's html and junk and I'll be locked into a set template. I'm done protesting (for now). Now I go to acquiesce, as alluded to in my title. *sigh*

PS- speaking of being old, some guy stopped me at Costco and said, "You look too young to be that kid's mother. How old are you, 12?!" And just like everyone else who has said similar things, I'm sure it was just a compliment... like asking what year I was in school and when I said a senior, they automatically assumed it was high-school... or the one time a lady told me that I would appreciate in 20 years how young I look, when I was 15, to which I replied (in my head), "So what makes you think that a teenager right now, wants to be told how young she looks? Save your comment for twenty years and then we'll see how I feel about it!" But I am old, according to blogger. So I'm off to acquiesce in beta-land.