The New Blogger

Is it just me, or do other people hate having to upgrade to a *NEW* and *IMPROVED* and *COMPLETELY FABULOUS* new Blogger?

For one thing, I didn't mind the old Blogger. In fact, I can't tell the difference between the old one and the new one except for some blah-blah about having to log in next time with my google account. So if you never see me here again, it's because I couldn't figure that bit out.

For another thing, I noticed that they changed their terms and conditions. Now, I'm not a "terms and conditions" readin' kinda gal... I clicked 'uh, sure', but really, I could have just agreed to assasinate the prince of Hooleybooleyland. I really don't know.

So yesterday Yoka and I went to the Royal Museum of Art and History to see an exhibit on South America. She's an archeologist and Asyriologist (sp?) and loves museums. I'm more of an Art Gallery person, so when I go to museums, I mostly go to look at pretty stuff and guess what it could be used for. But yesterday there was something particularly special there -- one of the heads from Easter Island. It is massive. And beautiful! It is so mind-bogglingly big that I can't imagine how they could have shipped it. And part of me was sad that it was there at all. Seems to me our museums are full of raid excavation articles.