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So, there's the Year In Review meme everybody's doing, where you cruise on over to your archives and post the first sentence of every month's first post.( The Year In Review. )

Not very informative, but oh well. Conclusions: My job eats my life. I have no life. I blog every goddamn day. Wow.

In other news, I'm suddenly inundated, one or two at a time, with all kinds of random comment notifications. I hadn't noticed I wasn't getting them, because I was getting most of them. At this point most of them are for long-dead conversations. Sorry! Didn't mean to ignore them. Eh well. It makes checking my email a bit of an adventure.

Went with Z to see a free showing of The Santaland Diaries, which was an amusing monologue ostensibly by a man who takes a job as a Macy's elf. It was pretty funny.

Today I didn't get much done, but I did order custom photo calendars from Snapfish for various of my kinfolks. I resisted the temptation to just do Twelve Months Of Scout!, and put in various of my other good photos of people instead (only three months are Scout). So there's a couple awkward relatives sorted. I feel virtuous because the more I spent the more I saved. Snapfish is kinda like that. It was fun. I feel smart.

Aw fiddlesticks, Z just drank the last of the Crown Royal.

Work tomorrow. Don't wanna, don't wanna. Why must I be fated to forever whine about work? Meh. No matter what I do, I always whine about it.
I wish I had some idea of what I wouldn't whine about. Cuz then I'd do it, instead of whining. But I don't know if there *is* anything.

I have a precious few hours of Goofing Off time left. I don't really know what to do with it... Might read some old drafts of fanfic. How have I written so much and finished so little?

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From this week's News of the Wierd:

In November, NASCAR announced it had contracted with the romance publisher Harlequin Enterprises to arrange for steamy women’s novels with car-racing themes, beginning with Pamela Britton’s forthcoming book “In the Groove.”

LOL: killerwhaletank beat you to it! Although I don't know if they had RPS in mind. But still.

I also like this one:

Police said Higginbotham argued with his wife because she had not cooked anything. When she began cooking, he started making spaghetti while eating crackers and squeeze cheese. They argued, and he squeezed cheese on the kitchen floor. She squeezed the cheese on his truck, and he squeezed the cheese in her hair before fleeing in his truck. The wife said she washed her hair before the officer arrived to take her complaint.

If I were the officer, I would've been all, "Bitch! Call me back when he squeezes your cheese!"


In other news, Z has just installed a new spam filter at work. As it is new, he's taken to reading everything it filters, to be sure it's not misclassifying real mail. So he's reading spam to me. "Suffering from pain, depression, or heartburn?" opens one. Another one appears to imply that Cialis will give you a 36-hour erection and that this would somehow be a good thing.
Heh heh. Ahh. Good times.

In other, other news, I think I need more icons.