Oh god. I’m so, so sorry for that one. But I had to: it was there. I’ve been hanging around FFE and Archie too much, obviously.
Here is a pretty and unaltered photo of Alaskan volcano Mount Augustine erupting on March 27, 2006.
Mount Augustine Eruption
By Cyrus Read on behalf of the AVO/USGS the via Paul LeBlanc on Twitter.
Didn’t get the pun in the title? Click here.
Yep, these ones are pretty good I must say. Why, that’s the font with which I learned to type! And the tea I’d be drinking right now if I didn’t have to go to sleep in fifteen minutes!
You Are Courier New |
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You don’t eschew modernity, but you do have a deep reverence for the past. You are very literate. It’s likely you enjoy writing and reading. Some people may feel you’re a bit cold, but you just have high standards for who you hang out with. |
You Are Black Tea |
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You have the courage to speak the truth. You are fearless in your actions. You come off as a bit intimidating and unapproachable. Only confident people are attracted to you. You don’t try to scare off anyone. You’re just an intense person! |
and every night someone complains about it.
Nonetheless, every time someone clicks Play on this YouTube, a new blogger gets her keyboard.
It’s true. It’s a fact.
If you haven’t looked out at a crowd of your friends and family and thought, Ah, material! you’re not really a writer.
Every Day I Write the Book, by Elvis Costello
Lyrics over the jump: Continue reading
Do I need to explain why?
Seriously, though, I’d have thought he’d have been a little snappier. If he’d had to compete with all the famewhores out there stuffing their blogs with memes, he’d have stepped up his game a bit.
Check out the August 10th entry:
Drizzly. Dense mist in evening. Yellow moon.
Yeah, ACTUAL diaries are never as interesting as blogs. For one thing, fewer amusing YouTubes. The premise is, one post per day, taken straight from Orwell‘s actual diaries. If it weren’t George Fucking Orwell I wouldn’t bother, but I have faith there will be something other than a haircut blog in it eventually.
We’ve now gone a good, solid step beyond asking what happens to a blog when somebody dies (see Theresa Duncan and Olive Riley) and gone straight into blogging for the dead by proxy.
Yay! My baby took her first unassisted steps today.
Well, okay, I may have had an assist in there, but she got the goal all by her own self. I didn’t even notice till the second Gawker thread had 84 comments on it.
Previously, she’d been held up by my daily links from Ayyyy and the occasional act of charity from AgentBedhead, but this past week she’s gotten two links from CelebuWreck without my even begging or linkbaiting for them, so she’s starting to toddle along nicely for a baby, or so I thought.
Until today.
Until she hit a new high of 1662 1718 and counting, with 12.55 hours left in the day, thanks to the fact that (I think) Nick Denton doesn’t yet know I own lolebrity.
Referrer stats:
I’m unsure whether it’s good to get a ton of hits just before I stick ads on it, thus inflating my going rate, or get them just after, thus assuring the ad company and clients of my worth; do I feel guilty or clever? Ah, this is always my dilemma!
Also: Double Gawker Media Whammy! direct link from Defamer today, stuck waaay down at the bottom of the post and good for exactly zero hits so far. I didn’t even link to the NYT, for which I got the “via”; I linked to Valleywag. Is there a Gawker internal spat going on that I don’t know about? I GOT on Facebook; what more do I have to do to get in the goddam fucking loop? Eh? I ask yez.
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