Friday
Another week comes to a close.

All-in-all, it’s been a good day. Despite the sleep-deprivation that came from playing CoH last night. (But, I had fun… so it’s all good.) I probably should have had two shots in the frozen mocha this morning, rather than just one. I’ll keep that in mind for future reference. Nodding off – repeatedly – at one’s desk after lunch is not a good thing.

After work, I took a much-needed 30-minute nap before heading off to Clitorati. Tonight’s gathering was small. Very small, but good. And we even had a special guest star: Land dropped in and stayed through dinner.

Stray Toasters

  • I need to replenish my cotton candy supply. Soon.
  • By way of IRC: She Blocked Me.
  • The second paragraph of this article from the Salt Lake Tribune floored me – not too many journalists would feel comfortable putting the phrase “wacky tabacky” in an article.
  • I think that this is one of my – if not THE – favorite strips from Chugworth Academy:
  • The bass riff for I Want a New Drug…. I mean Ghostbusters…. I mean I Want a New Drug…
    Oh, Hell…. The bass riff from BOTH songs (since it really is the same riff – Ray Parker, Jr. copped it from the Huey Lewis song) just ran through my head. Fortunately, I had The Ramones’ (I Want To Be) Sedated loaded up in Winamp to purge it.

  • “So we’re agreed? We flush Paris’ body out the airlock?”   –   
  • C is for Cookie.
    That’s good enough for me.
    And if it’s good enough for Cookie Monster, it’s good enough for me, too.

  • I feel his pain…

I think I’ve hit the wall. Yep, that was it. And that means… It’s time to make my way upstairs and into bed.

Namaste.