Monthly Archives: September 2004
All caught up
After 10 days of feeling like a dog chasing its own tail, I’ve finally gotten to a point where I’ve done everything I need to do for . . .well today. It’s 9:00 and tomorrow’s demands are waiting. <sigh> Bollocks. I won’t do it. And now I find myself with nothing to say.
Let the ranting begin!
At the risk of sounding obtuse. What can people be thinking? After seeing my first post up and in print, I was reminded to look into what MLW had told me had happened to the “Spoiler Slayer” site. To sum up: the author had spent three years updating the rabid fans of Buffy and Angel, and later Dead Like Me and Tru Calling. The site was a source of enjoyment for my wife during the halcyon days of TV when Whedon had three shows on at once. It seems that 20 Century Fox Hacks have sent this person a “Cease and
Disjointed Sunday
So I’m home on the couch. For a Sunday, that’s pretty typical, at least (TD PASS PEYTON) during the fall. This year, though, this is my last weekend for me until Thanksgiving. I suppose that that’s a good thing, in the long run – I know that MLW (my lovely wife) wishes I wouldn’t watch so much football. How do they do that cool hp digital photography commercial where picture frames become pictures of people. It’s a very compelling effect. In an effort to avoid work, I’m fiddling around with my first Live Journal. Part of it is rebellion; I
