I don’t read enough blogs these days… i feel as though i’m illiterate when it comes down to pencil in all the things that occur to me during the day. As such, i am on a great-blog-hunt for witty writing and fun talented people… and i’ve found that surfing from Blogger’s “10 most recently published blogs” list just helps me find the people who aren’t witty or talented. Do they all use MoveableType now? Anyhow, I will report my findings as i find them.
The first is just a hilarious story on a blog i’ve read before (and some spectacular destop publishing at another). In fact, just about every story is hilarious. Go there. Also, blogged from the link-laden Eclectica, Google’s year-end Zeitgeist… perhaps the best cultural indicator there is? Just one look at the Gaining and Declining queries should tell you. Also, i’m already sick of all this Trent Lott crapola that everyone is blogging about, but through it i discovered Eschaton, which is named after the game in Infinite Jest that makes Quidditch look like pong. Oh, and, i like him (read the starbucks post).
Trio: Season 3, #5
trio: season 3, #5
Up & Down, Untouchable Face, So Hard
Up & Down, Untouchable Face, So Hard
After a year and a half of sitting on my ass doing absolutely nothing to aid you in your exploration of archived Trios, i have finally updated archive. It’s probably ugly and semi-functional right now. Don’t hate me.
Rectal Prolapse — whereas my mother just speculated that it was a severe GI bleed compounded by an open wound. The internet knows everything.
My hamster’s ass fell off.
I don’t know how else to explain it, really. In the day and a half i was gone she apparently escaped twice, and maybe she licked up some Clorox or ate some mouse poison, but when i picked her up tonight her bottom half was a mess of fur matted in blood and strange inside out shapes and i put her back into the cage before Gina came back out of her room because i couldn’t look anymore.
I took her out just now, and it seems to have gotten even worse… she just gave me a blank hamster stare from her black marble eyes as i tried to discern what was the matter, but i quickly gave up and let her go back to sleep.
I hate this day already.