Closing out the year with some LiveJournal fail!

If you're wondering WTF is happening with LJ layouts and your comments, raemia has an excellent FAQ here.

Pertinent quote:

IF YOU'RE WONDERING WHY LJ EVEN CHANGED THE DEFAULT COMMENT STRUCTURE IN THE FIRST PLACE:
The new default comment structure is only one of MANY changes planned in order to overhaul the look and function of Livejournal. CLICK HERE TO SEE PICTURES OF PLANNED CHANGES TO LIVEJOURNAL LAYOUT. Note that these were NOT posted on the English-speaking side of LJ. CLICK HERE TO GO TO A LIVE PREVIEW OF THE LAYOUT BETA (goes to LJ.ru). The new comment structure was beta'd for one week by Russian users, the majority of whom did NOT like the updated look. The release went through anyway.

Also, Dreamwidth has open accounts until the end of the year, no invite code necessary. If you wait and do need an invite code, I have a few kicking around.

It Came From the Back of the Fridge

In all the strange and varied ways in which I might potentially die one day, I'm sure that being eaten by a strange organic life form evolved from forgotten leftovers in my refrigerator is in the top ten at the very least.

In preparation for incoming Christmas dinner leftovers and my mother's snarkiness about my housekeeping skills, I cleaned out the refrigerator today. One plastic bag had apparently been pushed to the rear behind a couple of larger items (i.e. the kiddo's box of juice drinks for lunches). I, uh, can't tell you what was in it originally. I surmise it might have been some leftover cabbage, or possibly some other vegetable. Whatever it was in no way resembles what it is now.

Another fun discovery was a tupperware container full of leftover spaghetti. I remembered it upon seeing it because it was made on a night when Sam was working and I wanted to save him some for when he got home. That was at least a couple of months or more before. Oops. I feel slightly cheated that I did not have my own personal orchestra performing the score from the Psycho shower scene when I opened it. I managed not to scream, but it was a near thing. To think that something I had lovingly prepared could turn into, well, that is terrifying enough. Diamonds are forever. Spaghetti with generic pasta sauce is not.

At any rate, all the shelves and drawers have been cleaned, though now the entire thing is pretty bare. However, Sam's off to the store to purchase ingredients for Christmas dinner items and other odds and ends, and by Sunday I'll be complaining that I can't find anything again.