I can cook, damn it!

Today, someone found my website using the search terms "proofing the sponge".

And, what sort of sour, un-American kind of person doesn't like ice cream enough to put "none" as a flavor?  Why, you'd have to be a damned inhuman ...  Oh, right.
Never mind.

Oh, and I know I'm off to a dismal start on NaNoWriMo, but I did some research today and actually have a plot all of a sudden, so I have high hopes that my word counts will start to improve.  Of course, as I write this, I'm stuck at work, so, we'll see.

When I optimize a site, I do it with Google in mind.

"It was a dark and stormy night..."

Well, NaNoWriMo is almost here!

Gee, why do I feel like Linus trumpeting about the Great Pumpkin?
Anyway, the votes are in and I'll go ahead and write about magic as a blood-borne pathogen.  I think I even a have a plot idea or two that I can hammer into shape.  Eh, we'll see, I guess.  To be honest, I'd be happy to get a couple of workable short stories out of this, but I'll give it my best go anyhow.

Well, I'm off to set up my OpenOffice file and do some last minute research.  Good luck everyone!

You've got one last chance to vote on this year's NaNoWriMo project.

So, my television died yesterday.

I've had this old Panasonic 27-inch tv for somewhere over ten years and it's finally died.  Saturday night, when I shut off the cable box, the tv, which I usually leave on, went to a blue, video-feed-like screen instead of just going dark.  So, naturally, I shut it off.  The next morning when I went to turn it on, all I got was a weird, high-pitched buzzing sound, but no picture.  I tried unplugging it and letting it "rest", but that didn't seem to make a difference, so I have no choice but to assume that it's dead.

No, not my house.

You may be familiar with a metrosexual.
You may have met someone claiming to be an Ubersexual.
But, ladies and gents, I am here to tell you that I'm a retrosexual. (Okay, some folks might label me a technosexual, but, well, most of them are mean spirited, as well as wrong.)

Well, as you can see by the picture to the left, the phisher was at it again.