Published on September 20, 2005 @ 5:43 pm .
Tagged by Poppy…
1. Delve into your blog archive.
1) Okay, let’s see what’s down here…. Necrophilia, necrophilia, necrophilia… uh-huh… okay! Here’s something else, it’s… oh. It’s just more necrophilia.
2. Find your 23rd post (or closest to).
2) Got it. It’s old and smelly. I don’t like touching it.
3. Find the fifth sentence (or closest to).
3) “Wherewithal, in this case, would have been some semblance of a spine, or, alternatively, nuts.”
4. Post the text of the sentence in your blog along with these instructions.
4) I already did! Just look up above. Sheesh.
5. Tag five people to do the same.
5) Oh hells no! If somebody feels like doing it, they can tag themselves. Especially if they remember that if they tag themselves more than twice it’s called masturbating.
6) Funny little side note. The 24th post actually mentions necrophilia.
Published on September 20, 2005 @ 4:46 pm .
that the internet really takes a turn for the crap after about 4:30pm eastern time. Not a damn thing has been updated on my regular scourings, irregular scourings, and even new scourings. People are just not updating anything.
Somebody, and when I say “somebody” I mean “you”, should write me a program that tracks updates to websites per hour, per day of the week, from this moment onward. It would be nice to see if people hit the wall all at the same time based to the ridiculosity, or lack thereof, in the talking head news cycle, or if it’s related to something else entirely, like the days the government poisons our water with fluoride.
Published on September 20, 2005 @ 12:24 pm .
It’s noon and I haven’t done a damn bit of goofing-off today! Unless you count the 30 seconds it took me to make the earlier post! And the few minutes I spent on Messenger with my buddy Joe talking about the time I trained my friend Jim’s dog, Bones, to answer to the name “Testicles”! Now, I can’t stop using exclamation points! It’s really annoying!
I actually do have something that I’d like to post about, but it’s going to take more than a few minutes to pull that post together, plus there are some pictures I need to get off of ACWF’s phone for the post.
I also have a story that’s not worthy of it’s own post, so I’ll put it at the bottom of this post, to see how fast it takes to go from boring to boringer.
I was reading “Prince Caspian” in the bathroom earlier (this doesn’t count as goofing off because I was actually using the bathroom at the time) when the baby-changing station fell open next to me (I was in the handicapped stall because I prefer the luxurious, wider space) and I noticed piles of newspapers and magazines. It was all Time, Newsweek, Baltimore Sun, Washington Post, etc. I guess someone is working on making that stall their little reading room.
I was tempted to pick up a copy of Time, but my brain said, “No! Somebody touched that with the same hand they used to touch their genitalia and/or filthy butthole! It’s crawling with disease!” So, instead I finished my reading, my business, washed my hands, and left the library where it was.
There you go. Boring to boringer in 5 sentences.
Published on September 20, 2005 @ 9:54 am .
Me, at my desk, all day long.
