Argh

First, the internet connection here at work this morning is going up and down faster than George W. Bush's head at an oilmen's convention. But it's mostly down. Sorry I couldn't think of a funnier metaphor.

Second, here's something painful:

http://advicenators.com/qview.php?q=424406

I dispelled an urban myth, only to have the next person who answered confirm it. She's totally wrong, of course.

Argh

First, the internet connection here at work this morning is going up and down faster than George W. Bush's head at an oilmen's convention. But it's mostly down. Sorry I couldn't think of a funnier metaphor.

Second, here's something painful:

http://advicenators.com/qview.php?q=424406

I dispelled an urban myth, only to have the next person who answered confirm it. She's totally wrong, of course.

Memeories

Finally, a meme that I don't hate.

From peaseblossom & jeregenest (got it via unquietsoul5):

"Chances are people you don't even know are being introduced to your journal every day, either randomly or through someone else. In addition to recent entries, people can get to know you better by what you posted in the past.

With that in mind, post a link to your entries on this day six months ago, nine months ago, a year ago, and two years ago."

Six months: No entry

Nine months: http://bobquasit.livejournal.com/2005/07/27/
Excerpt:

Fnib norb glup
Advice: I've been going a bit insane with the advice column; it's really kind of addictive (obligatory joke: "Now I know how George W. Bush feels about wine and cocaine". Updated version: "Now I know how George W. Bush feels about wine, cocaine, lying in order to send poor young people off to die in Iraq, and shredding the Bill of Rights"^*).

Anyway, I've answered 44 questions so far.

One year: http://bobquasit.livejournal.com/2005/04/27/
Excerpt:

YOW - Secret [DELETED] stuff!
I'm in a fix. There's some stuff that I HAVE to talk to someone about, but I can't without breaking a confidence of sorts. So I'm compromising by putting it in a friends-only post here. I can trust you all, right? :D

It's about [DELETED], so if you don't care about that sort of thing you may want to skip this post anyway.

Two years: http://bobquasit.livejournal.com/2004/04/27/
Excerpt:

Where I've Been
For the past month something has been hanging over my head that was so terrible, so terrifying, that I couldn't bring myself to write even a single word about it here. I could hardly talk to my friends and family about it, either. It was as if talking about it would make it real.

Memeories

Finally, a meme that I don't hate.

From peaseblossom & jeregenest (got it via unquietsoul5):

"Chances are people you don't even know are being introduced to your journal every day, either randomly or through someone else. In addition to recent entries, people can get to know you better by what you posted in the past.

With that in mind, post a link to your entries on this day six months ago, nine months ago, a year ago, and two years ago."

Six months: No entry

Nine months: http://bobquasit.livejournal.com/2005/07/27/
Excerpt:

Fnib norb glup
Advice: I've been going a bit insane with the advice column; it's really kind of addictive (obligatory joke: "Now I know how George W. Bush feels about wine and cocaine". Updated version: "Now I know how George W. Bush feels about wine, cocaine, lying in order to send poor young people off to die in Iraq, and shredding the Bill of Rights"^*).

Anyway, I've answered 44 questions so far.

One year: http://bobquasit.livejournal.com/2005/04/27/
Excerpt:

YOW - Secret [DELETED] stuff!
I'm in a fix. There's some stuff that I HAVE to talk to someone about, but I can't without breaking a confidence of sorts. So I'm compromising by putting it in a friends-only post here. I can trust you all, right? :D

It's about [DELETED], so if you don't care about that sort of thing you may want to skip this post anyway.

Two years: http://bobquasit.livejournal.com/2004/04/27/
Excerpt:

Where I've Been
For the past month something has been hanging over my head that was so terrible, so terrifying, that I couldn't bring myself to write even a single word about it here. I could hardly talk to my friends and family about it, either. It was as if talking about it would make it real.

New Userpics

Just in case you were wondering how childish I am, check out my new userpics.

http://www.livejournal.com/allpics.bml?user=bobquasit

New Userpics

Just in case you were wondering how childish I am, check out my new userpics.

http://www.livejournal.com/allpics.bml?user=bobquasit