Intermission...

I know I promised the greatest list of feature stories ever spawned from a human mind, however I must admit that you've been ill-informed. It turns out that my super-awesome list of feature stories wasn't able to break the singular digit number of three.

Anyway, I thought I'd offer an intermission between these stories because it can be fun to rant once in a while.

Phase three - Ross's magical rant about the font spacing issues on blogspot

Much of the work I've posted on here (all of it actually) are stories and/or poems I've written in Microsoft Word 2003 (eff Word 07) so the copy and paste method of text transfer has been the preferred method of blog posting. My pal Mr. Blogger has decided that he does not like keeping text spacing consistent between text typed in and text pasted in. This means that the words (like the ones I'm typing right now) receive a different level of spacing than the words I paste into my blog from Microsoft Office.
One may not think this is much of a big deal, but in the hands of an anal retentive and potentially obsessive compulsive blogger this could be the straw to break the camel's back. Upon trying to correct the less than perfect formatting situation, said blogger could become so frustrated with the layout that he might actually shatter his computer monitor with any blunt objects in the room, assault the patron next to him in the computer lab with his portable thumb drive, scream vicious obscenities while storming out of the room where he'd find an office chair to pick up and carry outside to throw at the nearest car that just might happen to be the president of the university's at which point he finds himself expelled sending him into a blind fury causing him to summon a demon from hell (how sweet would it be if you could actually do that?) to wreak havoc on all of Bradford (or whichever city he might reside in) and burn down Fisher Hall. Thanks a lot Blogger, you've brought the city of Bradford to its knees because you refused to program the correct auto-format function into your blog. I'll see your ass in court.

p.s. Three cheers for run-on sentences.