Posted on November 25, 2005
Well, apparently I think you smell. Or does the bunny think I smell? Difficult to say. Take a look for yourself:
Congratulations. You are the “you smell like butt” bunny. You’re brutally honest and always say whats on your mind.
Posted on November 21, 2005
As if we’re not filling up the Internet with enough redundant information, here’s a good small-world story from this morning… Slashdot had a story about the Top 20 Geek Novels, including a couple by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett, but alas, not my favorite: “Good Omens”. I felt compelled to post this comment and went about my merry way, happier for adding my 2 cents.
Imagine my surprise, then, when Grant IMs me this morning and has posted this blog entry after wandering across my original comment! Ah, the blogosphere. Wicked Cool.
Posted on November 19, 2005
Well, Joe got himself a new house! I’m sure I’ll have pictures eventually, but for now my camera’s battery is dead and the charger is in the wrong state. *sigh*. In support of Joe’s move, yesterday was spent, in large party, inhaling wallpaper dust as we scraped through 80 years of the stuff. Three layers… the green palm-frond patterend wallpaper on the bottom is my favorite, but Joe tells me he can’t save it. Shame, really. Now if I can just figure out what to do with MY house, now that he’s not living in it, we’ll be doing fine.
Update: This post was hacked somehow… I’ve removed the offending bits, but sorry in the meantime.
Posted on November 6, 2005
This time it totally wasn’t my fault. My car was parked on the street, don’t you know, and I was nice and comfy inside making little headway writing my novel when the loud crashing noise that inevitably preceeds ones car alarm going off happened outside.
Posted on November 1, 2005
National Novel Writing Month is November, which, if you hadn’t noticed, has just started. This year (in strong contrast to last year, when I first wanted to try NaNoWriMo), I’m actually sitting in front of my computer with my word processor open. Hopefully I’ll get further than that. If not, there’s always next year. In the mean time, I’ve got 50,000 words left to write (out of 50,000) so, ah, quit bothering me. Right.