I figured I'd give this one a go...it's If... Doesn't look like it's been updated in a little while, but maybe the person just went on vacation or something. Or, on second thought, since clicking on the "post comments" link gives me the same error message I got when the database was down, maybe they're having the same problems the Snarkypants site had and can't update.
If you could have a servant come to your house every day for just one hour, what would you have them do?
Do the dishes, vacuum, file papers and clean the bathroom as needed. That would be a little slice of heaven. If they had time left over they could alphabetize my herbal and vitamin supplements.
Think I'll do Behind the 8-Ball today. [This may very well become its own blog quite soon, so be on the lookout for that.]
Here are the answers that the wise and mystic 8-Ball has deigned to bestow on us mortals:
1. Cannot predict now
2. Very doubtful
3. As I see it yes
4. It is certain
5. Signs point to yes
Here're my questions [post, or link back to, yours in the comments section if you like]
1. Is Soundgarden ever gonna get back together?
2. Well, how about Floyd?
3. Damn. Well, how about this: am I gonna be single forever?
4. hm. Will I be better off that way?
5. Oh, that's all right then. Is our ISO program gonna crash and burn like every other ill-fated project we've tried to haul off the ground?
Yeah, that's about what I thought...
It's nice out. I should go for a walk.
Ha ha. I need a nap, I've spent more hours working OT this weekend than sleeping. Maybe this afternoon. Same bitch time, same bitch channel...
Celebrity WTF for the day: After leaving a string of broken-up bands [Pumpkins; Hole, whose bassist he borrowed for SP's last tour a couple years after writing for Celebrity Skin, and which fell apart soon after; Zwan, which only made one damn record] in his wake, Billy Corgan is now reading his poetry for people. I'd provide a link, but the browser choked on Rolling Stone's cumbersome site and damn near cost me this whole entry, so I'm not gonna try looking for it just now. It's in the Johnny Cash issue. I always thought BC was a decent lyricist but a much much better composer, so all I have to say is WTF???
An even bigger WTF is that in the photo in the RS item, he's wearing a shirt and tie, like he just came from the office. What the flying fortified four-way fuck is that?? First it was the Hendrix/Morrison look, then it was the classic alt-rock look, then it was the Pinhead/Catholic priest look, now it's the Office Space look. I give up trying to figure this man out. And I feel sorry for anybody who has to figure out what the hell to buy him for Christmas. He must have bitchin' garage sales, though...
I'm gonna go set up my new lava lamp. Ta.
Posted by Frida Peeple at October 19, 2003 11:59 AM