Props or is it Propz?
Saturday, January 2nd, 2010
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After months of fucking about, fooling around and figuring things out, my migration to a site that’s mine –all mine– is finally complete. This journey began when Wordpress blocked me out of my own site for “objectionable content.”
It is now, hopefully over.
So now I have to give some props.
First of all, to Danielle of Final Fashion. Without the use of her credit card, I couldn’t have bought a domain. She also allowed me to use one of her hosting accounts for a while and never interfered with nuthin’.
Also props to Anita of I Want – I Got. Without her technical expertise, I’d be lost. She spent a lot of time helping me set all this up and endured my stupid questions, boneheaded blunders and irritating know-nothingness. Anything annoying or broken on this site is my fault. That it exists at all, is hers.
Who says fashion is full of hypocritical, backstabbing phonies? Well, I do, but not today. Today, it’s full of helpful people. Thank you helpful fashion people.
And props, to you, dear readers, who enjoyed my brief hiatus but, if you are reading this, are back. I know how short your attention spans are. Coupled with the shallowness of your interest, it’s amazing any of you are here.
We’ll now be returning to our regular programming.
Thanks everyone.
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Although Ryan Oakley began his career as a simple rake (drunk) he has since become Toronto’s most renowned flaneur (no car) and notorious dandy (overdresses). A misanthropic composer of psycho-geographical fictions (bad science fiction), he is also a server of food, a tender of bar and a washer of dishes. While performing all these functions with efficiency and elegance (disdain and malice), he somehow finds the time to publicly criticize friends, strangers and cultural crap. He's a bit of a dick.



