• SABRE2th Tigress: Book 'em, Dano.

    I Was Right!

    Yep, it was just barely 50 degrees today, so my wacky co-worker wore shorts. Nobody took much notice, as we were getting killed (office slang for long, time-consuming calls at a time when we have a lot of calls on hold). As she was heading out the door, someone else noticed and started to say “Are you….NUTS?” but she cut them off with a cheery “It’s 50 degrees!!” and bopped on out the door (not unlike the way PuppetAngel bopped across the office to watch “Smile Time.”) She is really quite goofy, that one. Heart in the right place, but…

  • Uncategorical Weirdness

    Ashcroft Scares The BeJebus Outta Me

    Thanks to a handy link via Making Light: here’s the full text of the Vanity Fair article profiling John Ashcroft, we can all read about how frelling scary the man is. It’s a likely copywrong… but for the right reasons. And I intend to buy the magazine while it’s still on the stands, anyway. Since the link may be dead soon, here’s my personal Scariest Thing About Ashcroft: Some 15 years ago, Missouri state senator Harry Wiggins, a Democrat and the spokesman for a bipartisan group trying to get funding restored for a Kansas City home for AIDS patients, met…

  • Parish: Holy Moly (ECUSA) - The Never-Ending Bloga

    Ways to List Links (Not Popularity Contests)

    In the past couple of days, I started fooling around with Bloglines – not to replace Blogrolling for keeping track of various sites I visit, but to make it easier to read more sites, more quickly. I felt a bit of concern over the fact that I basically had two identical blogrolls – and wondered if I’d commit a horrible blogging fox paws by dumping the duplicate entries in the Blogrolling list without first making the Bloglines one public. With me so far? Show of mice? Anyway, there were a few daily-read blogs that weren’t available for some reason via…

  • Uncategorical Weirdness

    Spammers: Know Your Market

    Okay, this is rich. I received my first comment spam today – a penis enlargment ad – on the entry where I describe events surrounding the death of my dad Sorry, chaps, your target market is a stiff, thus having no need of a bigger stiffy. (I can just imagine my sister trying to explain this to my mother. More likely, I can just imagine my sister blowing this one off, as it were. Heh heh heh)