wordpress is blogger greatness

sockparade

as you know, i'm at wordpress now. it's weird to even log on to blogger. it's not as pretty as wordpress. i just wanted to put up a post for old times sake. i miss the blogger community and the thrill of randomly stumbling across great blogs. however, i don't miss the lousy interface.

NEW LOCATION, for some

THE OFFICIAL URL of SOCKPARADE: http://www.sockparade.com

The much anticipated (probably only anticipated by me) move off of Blogger and into a Wordpress environment has finally happened. I checked out wordpress.com but was unhappy that I could not customize everything. So I decided to shell out the measly $6.95/month at bluehost.com and after tweaking with the myriad of wordpress options this past weekend, I only wish I had moved earlier.

What does this mean for you the reader? Check your bookmarks. Make sure you're not linked to "sockparade.blogspot.com".

Many of you may already be linked to the correct address because I purchased that domain name ages ago and have been forwarding you to Blogger all this time

I'm nowhere close to being finished with setting up the new website but it's functional as far as posts and comments go. So I'm making the move over there now instead of waiting until it's done and trying to maintain two sites at once.

Farewell Blogger, you have served me well.

wordpress

I had my bags all packed and ready to move to Wordpress today. Unfortunately, Hostway, the company that I originally registered sockparade under, is down for an upgrade. I know, I know that's not really a good excuse for not blogging for the past 3 days. Just thought you should know. Hopefully the move to Wordpress will be completed by the end of the weekend. Bob Schneider wasn't as charming as I had hoped (but he certainly is pretty) and I didn't get a chance to go to the Beats of Basquiat at the MFAH because the line was way too long and we were starving for sushi. We did check out Chrome, a supposed hotspot in Houston, where we ran into our realtor. It's strange how dim lighting and loud music suddenly makes it okay to hug your realtor when I've only shook his hand in daylight. The fiance hugged him too. Of course it was the manly kind with one hand still in the handshake (or fistshake rather) and the other pounding each other's backs. Stay tuned.