I am having a hard time adjusting my body clock to DST. I had really settled into a routine, falling asleep just around 10:45 or 11pm and waking up at 6:30am. I was so into this schedule, that I would fall asleep midway through The Cobert Report and wake up without even setting an alarm, even with my having to get up and pee more than once a night.

My morning was an efficient Seizing of the Day. An entire hour of cleaning the house, running loads of laundry and enjoying a cup of tea while reading PerezHilton.com. I could guiltlessly put my feet up at night and watch TV, as my day was done and I had gotten plenty out of it.

This week? Up at 7:30am. Emails not sent, bills not paid, laundry not done, hair not washed. Getting out the door on time, but not liking it. Puttering around at 10:30pm because I AM NOT TIRED YET.

Why did they switch it back almost a month? To exploit the illegal migrant farm workers? To "save" the energy we are fighting so dearly for? BTW, how about Halliburton moving it's corporate headquarters to Dubai? Nice.

I do like it being light out when I leave work at night. I'm sure once my body clock adjusts, it will seem like Endless Summer. A margarita would help...

I like to read magazines. There are a couple I actually have subscriptions to, The New Yorker and Oprah, and participate in the lively trade from friends' recycling bins of many others. Mostly fashion and gossip rags, but I'm not turning down Harper's or Rolling Stone when I find it.

They all have fallen prey to the fold out page, and it drives me insane. I hate the fold out. I don't know if it's supposed to inspire a sub-conscience thrill, the sense memory of the naughty centerfold pictorial, but all it makes me think is "I don't have enough room to fold this stupid page out!" Usually I choose to read a magazine in a tight space. On a plane, curled up in bed, perhaps sitting in a waiting room somewhere, but never, ever at a table or desk where I could feel free to spread out. If I had that much room to spare, I'd be doing something else besides wasting time reading a magazine. I have just enough room to open the magazine, and that it. It's probably even pushing it for the larger fashion tomes.

At first, I'd always try and unfold it a bit, in case I was missing anything. Oprah and In Style tended to put splashy layout on those kinds of pages. Mostly it turned out to be an ad. Then it was always an ad. Now I don't even bother.

HEY, PUBLISHERS! ADVERTISERS! I'M NOT LOOKING AT THE ADS! As soon as I feel that slightly thicker, recessed edge, I just hook my nail under and flip, without even giving it a glance.

I don't mind the ads in magazines. I actually do look at them. But I don't want to be inconvenienced to do it. I don't want to play Giant Folding Pieces of Paper. I don't want Physically Clever. Save it for the pictorial or the actual product. It is almost as annoying as the 27 unattached subscription postcards. Yes, I'm looking at you, New Yorker! How hard is it to affix them somehow to the spine?

Are people bored at magazines now that so much of the labor is done on computer? I would have thought that would be more work, not less. Do they sit around trying to come up with clever designs to draw in the reader? I love the idea of that brainstorming session! How about more articles? How about focusing on clean and interesting layout? It's terribly charming that you took Pop Up Book 101 at art school, but do it on your own time, please. Generation Z doesn't even read magazines, so save the bells and whistles for some other medium. Go work on the website or in the cell phone content division. Ads on your cell phone are Wave of the Future (tm), and I'm sure they will love your cutesy paper art over there across the hall.

I'm not really thrilled with this new version of Blogger. In general, I like the new bells and whistles, and it's much easier to do stuff with it. But the two things I don't like are big.

First, it takes forever to upload. Or it uploads, but it tells you it couldn't at this time and to come back later. Then you check your blog (not through their link) and it's all there. Then why tell me it's not?

The Second annoying thing is I haven't been able to leave comments on other people's blogs without signing in all the time. I can't be bothered. Perhaps Blogger is trying to tell me something, but how do people know you are reading them regularly if you don't leave a comment every once in a while? Smaller blogs may only have a readership of 10 or 20 people. Hey Collin at Fizzle and Pop, I tried! In fact, that what inspired today's post.

And tell those kids to keep their ball off my lawn!

P.S. Hats got finished yesterday and went away. Yippee!

I'm currently in the middle of the switch over from regular Blogger to Beta Blogger, and it irks me to no end that Blogger thinks I'm Steve. I changed the setting, and it should even think Steve is me. There is a bunch of stuff my computer does that thinks is Steve. Steve has his own computer at home, and another at work. This one is mine. I use Mac, Steve is PC. He is much more computer savvy, so perhaps the machines like him better. Clearly, this computer has never had to witness the destruction of other less expensive pieces of technology as an example to all the other machines to get in line.

Ha! After the initial posting of this entry, they now all say "Robyn." That's right. Do as you're told, and no one gets smashed with a mallet. I'm looking at you, 7 year old printer...