Category: blogs

Frappr

I made the jump to frappr. I’m never one to jump onboard just because “everyone’s using it” mentality so I tinkered w/it myself for a while and I like it. Feel free to add your pics or location but it’s not a requirement. I like it because it encourages communication. I mean that is the point of social networking after all right?

Don’t let the technology scare ya, it’s easy. If you are a frappr member just click to add yourself. If not, click add me and it will let you sign up as you add yourself. You can add your location as an overlay and/or you can just add an image (to the left) to show you visit often.

*disclaimer* You do need shockwave enabled thru your browser for it to work

I Hate Traineee’s!

. . . no I don’t but yesterday was a long one. 7am to 11pm. OY!

Another long day today but not like yesterday.

Btw, if you’ve been following The Aids Ride this year, you can hop over to Jack Hampster and see is photo montage. If you stop by, leave some kind words of encouragement too!

Happy weekend for those of you who work some sort of normal schedule. (who me bitter? naaaaaah)

Blogger Sighting III (I think)

I think I saw dunner today. And he totally snubbed me too! *sniffle* I broke down in tears. Oh the horror of it all.

Ok, I’m not even sure it was him. But if it was him, he was looking like hotness in his corporate duds. I was checking him out and thinking “this guy looks vaguely familiar“. Then as he passed me in the window of the Cove, I thought “wait! was that dunner?” Damn! Lost another one to Geico.

Dunner, if you’re out there, was that you?

Name Dropper

I’m having a “that current popular kiddy bimbo” girl moment…

I ran into v-hold in the castro today. Him and his sexy husband were there “representing”. *G* They really do make an adorable couple. *sigh*

homer also called and left me a quick message. I’m at work at the moment so couldn’t answer. Text’ing me works so much better.

Chad Fox is mia as usual and Kel found a place to live. I even noticed Dunner is back in town.

I had my 2nd “Body by Moby” installment all ready to post and clicked the back button and erased it by mistake. Arrrrrggh! Now I get to retype it all.

I wore a sleeveless shirt to work today and all the girls were cooing. Whatever. I didn’t wear it for them, it is hot outside today. And speaking of, what the hell are you doing sitting in front of your computer reading blogs…get outside! Go on, shoo!

Track This Back Biyotch!

Lately, the evil sp@mmers have gotten good at infiltrating blogs using wordpress and typepad w/trackback sp@m. Basically, they trick the blog into thinking someone has linked back to a particular post and wordpress will post what is called a trackback comment. Of course, the spoofed version is just full of crappy links and words that increase hits from the evil engines.

Today, I installed a new filter that will verify said trackbacks and automatically discard the phoney ones. Hooray!

(or at least in theory, check back w/me in a couple of weeks…)

Ooops

Remind me not to use dirty terms on the blog. The sp@m engines have been having a field day. Too bad, I’m well protected by WordPress. hehehe.

I got an email from some chick in Bulgaria claiming to have stumbled over my blog while looking for big weenies. Then I see brettcajun and n2d33p had similar occurrences. I wonder what Freud would say?

Housekeeping?

So Chad Fox came over last night w/his cousin from Chi’town. Little did I know they were just trying to ‘shart’ up my furniture.

*mental note – put out furniture covers when bloggers visit*

Actually, he came by after I got off work to return my helmet. I gave Chaddie boy a ride home the other night to the bowels of Northbeach aka crackaville. Like a good little boy, I made him wear a helmet. But I had nowhere to put it afterwards so he was kind enough to drag it with him last night from bar to bar until I got off work.

And if I were anywhere remotely close to being a chickenhawk, I would have been all over his little cousin. Cute and sweet, what a combo. Fortunately, the only chicken I’m into comes from Tyson. Hell, I never liked young boys even when I was one.

Drama 102

*Today’s little rant involves high school shinanigans so if you are above such things, feel free to skip it.*

I figured it was time to put my two cents in since everyone has been pounding my inbox for my views on it. I’m flattered so many of you value my thoughts. However, I encourage you to make up your own minds.

Some drama has been occuring in the blogworld as of late. And you know my feelings on drama. I stayed out of it as I felt it wasn’t really my fight. However, the fallout over it has involved me in a very real world way and I’m compelled to speak up. In a nutshell this little drama started over God of Biscuits feeling slighted by comments on Bent Collective’s blog. So, in return, he felt the need to strike back w/allegations of his own. Allegations that BC is a complete farse, it’s writers are one person and the blog itself is all lies. A tale w/all the makings of a high school bitch fight wouldn’t you say?
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At It Again

I didn’t really think people pay attention to post times but apparently they do. After a flurry of emails wondering why I was posting at 4 in the morning, I stand corrected.

No bitches it’s not THAT. Get your mind out of my gutter. *g* Every now and then, I get restless at night and I find sitting in front of the computer calms me and helps me get sleepy. Sure enough, after about 30 minutes of mindless surfing, I feel my eyes getting heavy and I’m off to bed again. I didn’t get up till almost noon so I guess I was tired.

Chad Fox stood me up for lunch today too. That rat bastard! I waited by the phone…I lost 15lbs….I’m so over him. NEXT! lol Just kidding of course, even though he did stand me up. Story of my life I guess. *sigh* That’s ok, Dan turning 40 is meeting me at the Eagle to help console me over a beer. And I can’t remember if I mentioned this but apparently a local porn star thinks I’m THE moby. Chaddie boy had a hand it that as well. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or not. I’m way cuter than THE moby. Or so I like to think. Although, at least he can sing. I couldn’t carry a note if my life depended on it. Oh, and I’m not very good at pulling off a british accent. That’s ok though, I’ll wait until aftewards to break the news to him. *eg*

What else? Uh…hum…Let’s see. I think there is a scandal brewing in the blogworld. Only time will tell where it leads but yours truly is optimistic as always.

And with that in mind, I’m off to be a dirty whore at the Eagle.