The Ninth Strange Day

I just bought a car.

So I’m told that yesterday was some sort of a holiday. Felt like a Tuesday to me. One with no work. I watched “The Dog Whisperer” a lot and decided that it irritates me that the National Geographic Channel calls itself “Nat-Geo”. I guess its friends call it “Nat-G”.

Should it fall in love with the History Channel, can we call it Nastory? Histional?

Actually, I think I took Histional for allergies, once.

More tales of woe on the MTA.

I am so getting a car. I’d rather take my chances with the other drivers. They scare me less than 14-year-olds.

A psychologist would have a field day trying to profile me. I’m afraid of what they’d decide.

You can see what I’ve read this past year and see the sort of things I bookmark and the things I want to own. It’s stalkery goodness, kids!

In further geeky news, I’m thinking about making some minor changes to the site. It’s nearly the end of the year. Nothing drastic. Mostly things to make my life easier, but just consider yourself warned that things might go a little weird here and there. More so than usual.

A friend and I were both nominated for silly, meaningless fanfiction “awards” (basically just a chance to get 30 seconds of fame and a handmade graphic) on LiveJournal.

We’re laughing about it and calculating our odds (zillions to one against) but still, we’re both kinda pleased. It’s a pleasure just to be nominated yadda. Because it means that people read our stories and liked ‘em.

Click this to increase the population of my Mini City.

You can do this every day, and I’d love it if you did. It’s got no purpose other than it’s kinda cute.