I'm Supposed To Be Thankful For This?!?

I know my neighbors (for whom I am dog-sitting, and thus have a key to their duplex) have a food processor (which I need to make my Cranberry-Apple-Orange Relish) somewhere, so why can I only find the fucking blender? Man, FWPs

"Talk About 'The Wrong Stuff'"

Stuck at a party where apparently no one else likes Armageddon? L.A. SPACE DEMENTIA.

A Blogger Must Know His Audience, Part Deux

Only just now did I realize that the Blogger stat tracker has an option that allows me to have it not count my own pageviews. If I had only known this earlier, I could have gained a much more accurate picture of my readership, and done a better job of giving them just what they wanted--nay, needed! Man, FWPs

Did We Just Make The Big-Time, Or Did We Just Get Scooped?

Plagiarism.* Man, FWPs

*Or, more accurately, someone having the same idea as us, but doing it way better.

A Blogger Must Know His Audience

I don't know whether the Heather McPhee who signed on as the first non-author follower of one of my other blogs is the US Winter Olympian Heather McPhee (about whom I said some rather unflattering things in one post), NFL Players Association Associate General Counsel Heather McPhee (who might be preparing a suit for libel against us), or another Heather McPhee altogether. And not knowing who reads the things that I write on the interwebs is kind of unsettling (I mean, isn't the internet supposed to be private or something?). Man, FWPs