I visit Amazon’s website quite a bit. I have been selling items there for about four months. I have an associates’  account, and I like shopping there. All in all I spend too much time on that site.

Used to be that I haunted real physical bookstores. Hell, I even worked in a couple. Now, I find that booksellers don’t know their product and stores seldom carry what I want. It’s just become easier to log onto Amazon and check out what it recommends based off what I have reviewed or bought. It’s fairly accurate and I like the customer reviews. More often than not I trust them more than professional reviews.

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It seems like every time I figure something out it causes me to need to figure out four more things. I figured out how to set up my galleries, now I am trying to figure out how to use the uploaded pictures in journal posts. I would also like to get a random thumbnail to display on this page, but when clicked takes you to the gallery it’s from. And now I have a gallery to style as well.

Yuck!

I am so wanting this site to just be done so I can move onto one of my others. Right now I keep coming back to this one to make a quick change. It sometimes takes me a whole evening for this change. There’s too much tweaking to do (and not the good kind).

I’m pretty sure no matter how much I work on this site, it will never be “done,” but I would like to have it be further along. I was looking over my to do post, and realizing I haven’t been updating it as often as I should. I’d managed to knock several things off the list without paying much attention. But on the other side, I haven’t been adding in the stuff I need to.

Oh well, as long as progress is being made.

I’ve been playing with a crappy little flip camera, but strangely it seems able to do everything I want it to do. I may actually buy one. That’s just one more thing to add into figuring out.

All the time I get mail addressed to “Dear Christ…” I guess this just means my full name is too long. Every time I see this on Amazon though, it makes me want to log out thinking, No. No I’m not.