Nothing much, just:
- Brian Atene on personal, thespianal, and alcoholic brand strategy
- Sophia Books 40% off sale
- Noam Chomsky missed his big chance
- Malcolm McLaren RIA
- Christy Turlington reverses herself
- Saturday Caption Contest: JLo and entourage (TT you will want to check this one out)
Discouraged a half-dozen or so people from attempting to pull the broken glass out of the door of the office and break in. I have some powerful stink-eye. A junkie kicked the glass door in the other day, but we have bars too, so even if you did scabble with your paws and get all the broken glass and the glass patch and the vinyl patch out of the frame, you’d just be stuck standing there looking in, only with you’re own blood all over your hands, and wouldn’t you feel stupid then, eh?
Watched an old lady get helped out of her wheelchair so she could root around in her bag for her crack pipe, and then watched as she dropped the pipe and the burning crack onto her slipper socks and then tried to suck the crack out.
Declared a moratorium on talking about dead people. Until BusyBeeBlogger pointed out that would give VanityFair nothing to talk about, so I said it was okay as long as the people were dead, fabulous, and not of my circle of acquaintances. Which describes most of the people they write about to a T. Or even an I.
Read Gawker and got depressed.
Pre-posted for the next couple of days. I’ll have to do a linkpost and something for TrueSlant Monday, but otherwise can take a day and a half at least off without feeling guilty.
Realized that, of my top ten posts, only one is less than a year and a half old. And got more depressed.
Self-diagnosed (probably accurately) with this fancy new, imported death fungus (25% fatality!). Have to get myself back to the doctor; maybe I should just camp there? I have every one of these symptoms INCLUDING the one only reported in animals so far. And I’ve had these symptoms for two months now.
Dealt with the post office, the bank, the other bank, Fido, the Sister, the Shebeen Club event on Monday, and American Apparel, who apparently wishes to send the Manolosphere some shoon.
On the plus side, when I go over to Victoria to speak at WordCamp Victoria, they’re putting me up at the Fairmont Empress. Yes, you may now envy me. Oh, AND the afterparty is going to be a gin tasting at Clive’s with a representative from Victoria gin and perhaps another gin which hasn’t been released to the public yet. Gotta hand it to that Dutch Courage: it works. There I was snarking about how you could use the stuff to strip paint and BAM! They ping me on Twitter and offer me another sample to see if it hasn’t improved. That takes courage of SOME kind, for sure.
Victoria gin is the third gin company that’s offered me a bottle, but it should be noted that Beefeater hit me up on Twitter and offered, but never actually came through with the goods. Bombay, of course, did. Not that I keep track of these things.
I submitted my blogs to Zemanta for consideration for inclusion in their devastatingly clever little linking system.
I offered up my services as a linkblogger: if I’m going to spend two hours every two days doing this, I might as well resell the end product: doing so will actually increase the value of each link, as it’ll be coming to any particular post from an increasing number of blogs. So, if you know a gossipblogger who’s got better things to do with his/her time than read and link, let me know. The more people who buy the service, the cheaper it gets.
Checked and re-checked Google and Bing for why they’re not indexing Lolebrity properly: I think it all comes down to this topless Helen Mirren photo. Hell, I even photoshopped out the nipples AND covered them with @ signs: what do these people want from me????
And, of course, did this post.
well haven’t you been busy as a beaver? I haven’t done any of those things except for the gin drinking part.
And I haven’t done any of that lately either, alas. Payday is Monday.
Oh, and then I called ING to find out why my bank card hasn’t arrived when I opened the account almost 20 days ago. They replied that they no longer give out bank cards to new clients, but at some point in the future they’re going to be releasing a new kind of card that is totally awesome.
I, not unreasonably, asked how I was supposed to get my money out of the bank then. They said I could just transfer it to my other bank, ie the Royal bank, the bank which caused me to open the ING account so I could get away from them, the Royal bank.
And ING cannot connect to Paypal, which is how I get paid, so the only way to get money into the ING account is to tranfer it from the Royal bank. And it appears that the only way to get money OUT of ING is to transfer it…yes, to the Royal Bank.
So what do I need ING for? Come Monday, I’m off to VanCity, I tell ya.
Hey, death fungus is the name of my new music group – – –
ING are NOT my managers!
Nor mine, as soon as I can find a non-abusive bank that will work with Paypal.