You said you couldn't stand my face...
You know, I happened upon this site in my referrer logs some time ago and I've been reading it off and on...I really like it, actually...I totally dig her taste in music. I remember looking at the title for the longest time trying to figure out why it sounded so familar. Stupid, stupid Meg! Anyway, it's fun...and it's very simple, and real, and in that good way, and there's that je ne sais quoi...and sometimes, when I get tired, I like to dream about arms.
[She spake thus on Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 09:59 p.m.]
I see dead people.
The site that keeps us all from making really, really, really embarassing mistakes. Well, some of them. Nothing can help being pantsed. Except maybe really good suspenders. Is "pantsed" a word?
[She spake thus on Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 09:56 p.m.]
Mr. Knob-a-locker?
Dear, dear, dear. Sometimes there's something in me that just screams: "BE A SPORTS REPORTER, DAMN IT! NOT ONLY DO YOU GET TO HAVE LUNCH WITH FUN INFIELDERS, YOU COULD GO ON THAT SHOW ON ESPN CALLED 'THE SPORTS REPORTERS' AND SHOUT AT MIKE LUPICA OR SOMETHING!" Then I have to cry because my inner voice talks in caps a lot.
[She spake thus on Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 09:50 p.m.]
Hey, look who's not dead!
So pine-scented is pretty much shot to hell for all eternity, but guess who still lives and breathes? Why, that's RIGHT!
[She spake thus on Tuesday, October 12, 1999 at 09:47 p.m.]
eBay is the man.
I love these auctions...where someone's got a minimum bid of $2.99 on a free advertising piece. Sure, it's been "retired." I have a good fifteen of these lying around. I actually have one at arm's length. What do I win?
[She spake thus on Sunday, October 3, 1999 at 12:28 a.m.]
From the Department of Illegal Candy
Finally, real media attention is being paid to Peeps...the problem is that the news is all bad. What's all this rot about pumpkin shaped Peeps? Christmas tree Peeeps?! The purple bunnies weren't horrible enough? AUUUUUUUUUUUUGH!
Remember, kids. The yellow chickies are your friends. The rest are all illegal.
[She spake thus on Sunday, October 3, 1999 at 12:10 a.m.]
So he's great, but just how TALL is he?
It's impossible not to love Chris Berman. He just exudes this wonderful sports-guy quality laced with a special sort of pun-friendly wit. Some of these are way too wonderful...'Lance "You Sunk My" Blankenship'? 'Kirk "Devil In A Blue" Dressendorfer'? 'Chuck "New Kids On The" Knoblauch'? (Hi Ari!) And my personal favorite...'Scott "Supercalifragilisticexpiala" Brosius'! (I like this place so much that I'll forgive the misspelling of his name as "Brousis")
[She spake thus on Saturday, October 2, 1999 at 11:50 p.m.]
Bop bop bop...teeny?
Ooh, a test. I like tests. I think checkboxes are sexy. This one tells me I'm 93.7% teenybopper pure. I would have been completely pure if I didn't like "Titanic" (the movie). Damn me all to damnation!
[She spake thus on Saturday, October 2, 1999 at 11:41 p.m.]
Ooh...shiny.
I have nothing constructive to say about this page other than I'm listening to "Wig in a Box" and I sat looking at the index of this page for maybe a full minute, putting my mouse over and away from the graphic and making it flick back in forth in time to the music. I need a life.
[She spake thus on Saturday, October 2, 1999 at 11:25 p.m.]
Self-description is a blessed thing
I'm on the hunt for new pages, and that usually means lots of webring hopping. This is just a sampling of what I'll be paging through tonight in one of my MOODS. Very entertaining to see how people see their own sites. Lots of delusional people in the world.
[She spake thus on Saturday, October 2, 1999 at 11:20 p.m.]
