In that, it seems, technology itself is my nemesis. Which, given that this is a blog, is somewhat self-hating. Still.
It seems every time I open a new window I get a security warning which blocks all images. Not only that, but today I spent three hours listing this blog on every blog directory and bloody pinger I could find (manually) and, after all that blood, sweat, toil and/or tears, the stat counter (which I was loving at this new blog, since it counts hits in realtime rather than once a day – quite addictive!) the stat counter, I say, ladies and gentlemen,
THE STAT COUNTER is DOWN!!!!!!
Yes, that is an actual ad. Over 12 billion served…what enquiring minds want to know is: just what were they served? And is there any truth in the rumour that when you cut a Big Mac in half it crawls in two different directions?
“I feel safer in New York knowing that Phoebe Cates is looking out for me.”
It seems that former delicate flower of brunettitude and current Keven Kline spouse Phoebe Cates has turned ass-kicking vengence machine. Here is the whole story. I guess we can all sleep a little better, knowing that Phoebe is out there in the darkness, waiting, watching.
“I asked his mother’s name, and he didn’t know it. He told me, ‘I just call her Mom.’ They were pretty stupid.”
Peggy, take note!
For what it’s worth, blog posts featuring Margaret Atwood are half as popular as posts with Gay Pirates, which are themselves half as popular as posts featuring Giant Squid, which are in turn half as popular as posts of Stephen Hawking’s Christmas Album.
But none of them approach the media Juggernaut that is The Feminine Hygene Post!
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