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The Thrill of Small Accomplishments

I get a bit irritable when there's something that I try to do and I can't figure out on my own how to do it. By figure it out myself, I mean using my own vast supply of logic, a bit of try this and try that, perhaps a Google search or two and then it better work. By figure it out, in no way do I mean to open a manual or read any type of directions.

My recent quest to figure out how to underline, I mean scratch out a particular word when I'm blogging has kept me particularly annoyed. This particular skill has eluded me for a couple of months now, and taking my too-busy-to-mess-with-it schedule, I've been going around in a state of silent irkdom whenever I have a lovely spot in which to use this little trick and I can't figure how to do it.

Enter today, just by happenstance, Bloggingbasics101 which very well could be a blogging newbie's best friend. I was perusing the site just to see what small morsel I might pick up and I was feeling quite smug, if I do say so myself. I pretty much already knew everything I was reading in each entry. Until....at the very bottom....was how to cross out, or 'strike through' a word in your blog!!!

You'd better watch it now that I know how to do this because it's going to be turning up everywhere. Now isn't this just grand??!

Comments

Mary Ellen said…
OK, I'm probably showing my ignorance here but why would one want to strike out a word? Underline I can understand but when writing the 'ole fashioned way we strike out a word because we don't have a delete button on our pen - but why strikeout a typed word you can delete? I must not know something about what it means...please inform....
Rochelle said…
You're moving right up there with 'Miss Zoot' now Jen...getting to be a blog queen yourself!
Unknown said…
COOL BEANS and how rewarding to get that figured out all by your lonesome!

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