They mustn't carry out their evil deeds.
When Eddie said he didn't like his Teddy
You knew he was a no-good kid.
But when he opened your thighs with a dick this size
What a fag!
Makes you gag!
Und I did.
Sorry, had to get that out of my system. Don't think anyone here in Chi is running RHPS now, and I'm suffering withdrawal. . .
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Will make a note on the Buffy calendar over my desk at work to remind me of this, so I actually have one on the proper day next time.
Was a bit worried about putting the calendar up, since this month features a large, bare-midriff Alyson Hannigan pic, but so far the only comment has been, "Hey, cool Buffy calendar."
Have I mentioned that I actually like my job and the people I work with? Weird, I know.
From that previous link:
In July the web hosting fees for AHC cost me $tons more than usual due to bandwidth overage. How many of you can afford to run a fansite out of your pocket for a mere $200+ a month? Nope, I can't either. Putting in ads or popups is not an option because it's ugly and won't recoup the operating costs anyway.AHC has a 100GB (giga not mega) bandwidth limit on its current hosting plan. Few web hosting plans offer more than that at any price. The cost for bandwidth over the limit is $6 per GB. AHC would have done 140GB in August. Easy math tells you that's $240 in overage charges in addition to the regular monthly fees. I can't afford to pay that every month. I prefer to pay the rent and buy food. So, I had to stop the bleeding immediately. All the content was removed and is being reuploaded slowly as the site is reorganized.
Which shows what an asshole I am for linking them, really. And ties into recent thoughts from Team Murder:
The irony, of course, is that the Slashdot story is about the destruction of an academic web server by massive linkage (by clicking on the Google logo you were taken to a results page where our victim was listed near the top) and being the freshly lobotomized 800 pound gorilla that /.is, linked the same fucking page. Heh, heh, snicker, snicker. It never ceases to irk me (and therefore I never cease to rant incoherently) that a site with actual financial backing and paid memberships is still whomping the crap out of hobbyist or otherwise underpowered servers, without warning, this many years later.
Luckily, I got nowhere near their traffic. Not sure any bloggers do, actually; anyone heard of a server getting bashed around from an unexpected link from Instapundit or one of the other majors?
Which I mention to keep things in perspective. The names Glenn Reynolds and James Lileks mean precisely nada to the overwhemling majority of people on the web, let alone the overwhelming majority of humanity, but due to that whole incestuous linkage thing. . .
Sorry, another half-formed notion. And I should choose a topic and stick to it, shouldn't I?
Um, there's a Camryn Manheim page at Les Toil Big, Beautiful Pin-Up Gallery, and her autobiography Wake Up, I'm Fat passes the "causes reader to laugh out loud on the El, making other riders perceptibly inch away" test. So that's all right.
Previous link includes an excerpt and also video and photos from the play of the same name, and is therefore also worth a visit.
And I'm afraid the chapter that provoked the laughter was the one on dating. I expect I should start doing that again at some point. And also expect that mentioning how unthrilled I am with the prospect will go over really well when potential dates look me up on Google. I shut up now.
The last time I (privately) asked for advice on this, I received all sorts of helpful suggestions (such as, "Maybe you should try hanging out with straight women," or "You should definitely mention the modeling," or "For the love of God, don't mention the modeling."), so I'll try publicly asking.
Which, again, is probably going to go over well.
Rambling. Coffee. I think I shall make some coffee.
Weird. I was just writing a post about RHPS - it was on Bravo last night and I once again got sucked into watching the whole thing. It's amazing how, after all these years, I still remember every audience line.
Michele, you just keep getting cooler.
So, RHPS audience-participation screening if we're ever in the same place?
And I knew there was some reason the lyrics were stuck in my head; saw a mention of the Bravo showing in the paper yesterday. And like you, too many of my brain cells are carrying around that instead of, you know, working on a cure for cancer or something. . .
If that indeed was a public plea for dating advice, I have entirely unuseful advice. I had a picture of me in a retro go-go outfit on the web, and this certain someone saw it and looked up my crappy poetry I posted online and decided he liked me. Three years later I'm living on the other side of the world, all because of some go-go boots. Sounds like a sitcom or something, doesn't it? Gosh, how embarrassing. Plus I don't think that'll be useful for you, but it might be entertaining to see you in a polka-dot mini dress.
Oh, and if it wasn't a plea for dating advice, I'll keep my yap shut and apologise. :-)
I think the moral of the story is that dating advice never works anyway. Apply quantum physics instead. Schroedinger's SO both exists and doesn't exist simultaneously until the first date?
ARJ, not entirely unuseful advice, no.
But I don't think I have the hips to carry off a polka-dot mini dress.
Schroedinger's SO, though? That works. Thanks.