Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It’s Home From Work I Go

To do tonight: Mari is dragging me off to the gym for the first time in heavens knows how long. Ack! Perhaps her enthusiasm for taking me means that my indulgence in Boursin has become… noticeable? *shudder*

Note to self: make icon for tonight with lots of hot opera singin’ animation.

What I did at work today: researched black comic artists and superheros for Martin Luther King, Jr.’s birthday on Monday.

Current joy: Justin made a link to my Geek Appeal article on his Silver Snail homepage/weblog, Dec 29th entry. I think it got me (and therefore )about 120 additional hits. Woo hoo!

8 thoughts on “Hi Ho, Hi Ho, It’s Home From Work I Go

  1. Did you know that a search for Cow + Brain + Boat will bring up your livejournal on the 4th search page in Google? Ask me how! I ask you, why?

    -caellum

  2. shhh…… bTW, the musesbitch no longer comes up in that search *casts speculative glance at Chrissy*

    -caellum

  3. Now that you’re supertriplemegapopular and THE big draw of the site, clearly it is time for you to publish another article! So… come on. Hit me with your best shot!

  4. I sent you an abundance of pictures from which to create your masterpiece of hot opera action.

  5. Aww… and here I was getting all excited that you had taken the time to really, thoroughly get to know *the real me* with some vigorous webstalking. *sniff*

    Now that it’s just Chrissy, the wind’s all taken out of my sails.

    Cow brain boat… the only LJ interest other than my ex-boyfriend Chip Z. that nobody else has listed. Huh. Sadly, I’m not really all that passionate about Tom Green anymore; I just harbor a soft spot for his gentler, more innocently madcap Rogers cable days, back when he was genuinely hilarious and not just pulling his pants down for MTV.

    My current silly comedy passions are divided between ‘Clone High’ and ‘Space Ghost: Coast 2 Coast’. Yup, it’s a big ol’ mud-wrestle for my love between Nelvana and Adult Swim. Winner takes all.

    Boy, I sure do get tangential past midnight these days.

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