I like chickens. They make me feel god like as they offer up their eggs in exchange for me taking care of them. Does that make me a bad person? Anyway, I don’t actually want to go through the effort of owning them, so it’s fortunate that a company has taken the effort of caring for them. Introducing the Omlet!
Archive for April, 2004
Sherri, Dash, Aggie, and I took a trip to Hagg Lake today. The last time I was there was about 15 years ago. I got stung that time. I also found a bunch of keys on a keychain submerged in the lake, near the shore. My dad made me ask people if they had lost their keys. When I couldn’t find anyone who had, I got to keep them. But enough with the tangent. This time just came back with a bunch of pictures and a burning desire to buy some decent hiking shoes. Stupid Converse.
Some where in the muddied roots of my family tree, I am related to the Hatfields and McCoys. I’m glad to see my family heritage (:-) is now open to tourism.
Well, I knew it would happen eventually, but now that it did, I’m still a little stunned. This blog o’ mine is a part time effort that I post because I like to hear myself rant. Because it’s part time, it’s not very big. So, imagine my surprise when I checked my mail today to see a series of notifications from the blog telling me I had 10 different comments posted. Was my blog suddenly popular or was this the work of an obsessed fan? Had I come up with some literary wisdom that shook the world with it’s commentary? Nope. Apparently some fool out there decided that my blog had readers galore from which his or her spam would be read. Poor fool. Aside from me and you, I doubt anyone really reads this thing. Still it was nice to believe I was popular with the cool kids.
Now that I have deleted the comments, I kid of wish I hadn’t. There were interesting little excerpts from something. Here’s a sample: As the cloud of steam from the flat gulf finally subscribed the base-stealing surface from my sight, all the firmament transferred at a fascinated agony of hot-honey prilosec which shook the unimpassioned unlaced. The sun was blazing down from a sky which shone to me almost top-priority in its supercritical cruelty
Gotta love text generators .
I don’t like April Fools Day, mostly because I consistantly forget it’s happening till about the third or forth news story talking about black holes destroying the Earth. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good prank, but April 1st seems like a forced occasion. That and I never prepare a good prank!
Oh, and look, I added a random picture from the gallery in the upper right corner.