I've finally broken down and subscribed to Blogrolling. And, since I've got absolutely nothing to do at work, that leaves me more time to blog, update my diary, and search for more interesting blogs. I'm addicted to Nextblog!!

LMFAO!!

Check this out. it's a winner.

So, I used to wonder how people spent all their time blogging and reading during the day. I used to think, "Don't these people have jobs to do?"

I don't wonder anymore. These people must have jobs as boring, mundane, and easy as mine. I'm gonna miss it.

SUGGESTION BOX TIME. . .

Although in my recent wanderings with NextBlog, I've noticed that among bloggers, James Lileks is a god among men (I'll admit he's become a favorite of mine), someone who I wish would join the blogging or journaling craze is Dan Savage. Apparently, he likes nudity as much as I do. Sweet!!

HEH HEH HEH. . .

We're all guilty of it. . . Googling someone's name to see what trouble they've gotten into or what kind of life they lead. I've done it in this blog.

Well, apparently, now the world knows of the supposed horrors of google.com, and the lack of privacy it can cause.

Did people believe that the Internet could be used as a shield of anonymity?

I'M GLAD I NEVER GOT SO MUCH FLAK. . ..

... for sleeping with my "brothers."

Well, I got a little bit, but you know what I mean.

Beware the Oompaloompas:

OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DOO
I'VE GOT A PERFECT PUZZLE FOR YOU
OOMPA LOOMPA, DOOMPADAH DEE
IF YOU ARE WISE YOU'LL LISTEN ME
WHAT DO YOU GET WHEN YOU GUZZLE DOWN SWEETS
EATING AS MUCH AS AN ELEPHANT EATS
WHAT ARE YOU AT GETTING TERRIBLY FAT
WHAT DO YOU THINK WILL COME OF THAT
I DON'T LIKE THE LOOK OF IT
OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DAH
IF YOU'RE NOT GREEDY YOU WILL GO FAR
YOU WILL LIVE IN HAPPINESS TOO
LIKE THE OOMPA LOOMPA DOOMPADEE DO
DOOMPADEE DOO

Poor Augustus Gloop.

"This dude standing by my desk is wearing a real fucked-up jacket. . .Can I cap his ass?"

Get your war on.

Feckin' hilarious.

I've been reading more of the parody of Betty Bowers, and with this "exclusive" interview, I've come to the true identity of Betty Bowers, America's Best Christian: Obviously, Betty is a huge drag queen. Think about it. . . pretentious, snotty, bitchy, well-dressed (in Prada, no less), opinionated, and stubborn. Hmm. . . maybe I should retract that statement, lest someone accuse me of being a drag queen, by the above standards.

For a quick laugh from everyone's favorite Christian, check out this homophobic Harry Potter review. Laughter is good so Jay doesn't fall asleep from boredom.

Aha! Once again, Salon has helped make sense of my world. .. . I'm Metrosexual!

For those of you who, like me, just wear clothes because they're comfy, and you don't *think* they clash, I've found a program that won't let you make that mistake with your webpages. It's called Color Schemer, and it uses the color wheel to help show what complimentary colors work with any specific color of your choosing. Unfortunately, the colors that I really liked had all these warm pastel colors. I say "no thanks" to the easter egg blog.

New changes to the template. Hopefully, it's a bit easier on the eyes. . .

Now to work on the archives. . .

Bored. Bored. Bored.

Woke up late this morning, as neither John's nor my alarms roused me from sleep. I got up at 10, called in sleepy, and showed up at 11. Despite getting to work around 3 hours late, I was finished with everything by 2 again. And Pat, my boss is off till Monday, so I'll be horribly bored if I come in for a few hours tommorrow. I'll sacrifice $30 to enjoy my day, and sleep in late.

Alrighty. Well, I got a new template, and there's going to be some major tweaking with the colors and such, but I like the layout. Besides, the colors fit my mood, from having to explain myself to Mom this morning. grrrr.......

Changes will be slow and infrequent, so bear with me until then.

So sleepy. . . only got about three hours of sleep, followed by an emotionally draining, agiatating discussion with Mom on behalf of "the Parents." See my Diaryland diary for more info.

If you work out the numbers, you come to the surreal conclusion that you can eat lard straight from the can and conceivably reduce your risk of heart disease.

Am I inherently evil to want to cause a catfight between Patrick and John? The answer: probably.

Does my already inflated ego need that extra attention? Answer: Probably not.
Speaking of my ego, doesn't it have perky tits? The answer is: undoubtedly yes, and my ego must be cold as well.

Ok, haven't smoked yet, but my stomach hurts now. Decided to try a new Grandma's Lemon Cheesecake cookie. Smelled like lemon, tasted like "White Chunks*."

For the love of pete, don't try these; take my word for it. You're better off sticking to a bag of pretzels, which I've never seen a company get them to taste wrong. Although I don't want to find the company that does.

*White Chunks are an actually ingredient, listed second, in the ingredient list.

I'm hungry and bored. Time to go smoke and get a candy bar or something. Here's hoping it's raining around 4 pm, so I don't have to cut the grass.

There are so many things wrong with this article:

First of all, by definition, aren't all Catholics antiabortion?

Secondly, why is anyone surprised that Bush "has put the lives of millions of women and children at risk?" Hello, the same possibilities are apparent with his fanatical "Wars" against Drugs, Terrorism, and Corporate Crime. Ok, so it's not always a physical threat, but definitely a psychological one: With a considerable chance that his judicial appointments will ultimately swing the ever-so swaying pendulum to the (Conservative) Right, don't women realize that this same type of extreme judgement could effect their reproductive rights? Ecch. . I hate when I'm spouting off and lose my point. Surprise, Surprise.

If you Google someone's name, and it comes up a blank, does that mean they're boring, or that they never get caught being bad?

When White Trash becomes Litigious. . .

Maybe Jerry could countersue each and every member of that day's audience for assault? The planted comments the audience makes surely caused emotional duress to his guests. It is true about making things up. . . .I've got two or three friends that have been on Springer (separate episodes), and they've informed me that the entire show is scripted. e.g., "Make sure you take you clothes off, don't forget to make out, etc."

The whole situation is amazing to me.

At work today, a pest control company had the nerve to place this sticker on their invoice. Great. A company can rely on it's blinding patriotism, and not resources, to keep america moving. Speaking of keeping america moving, heard that the unemployment rate is up in June. God Bless America, indeed.