PhotoProzac

This has been maybe the most stressful two days of my entire career — relying on other people to make a deadline is really, really hard for me, and this one was very bumpy. It turned out ok (so far), but only by scrambling. Oof.

Hate scrambling.

Anyway, I can’t believe something just shook me completely out of my funk.

I’m not going to link it, because (a) she’s a not-often-vocal liberal, and (b) if you don’t read her regularly, you really just won’t get it — and she gets enough crazy hate mail without me risking sending her more.

But if you love Heather Dooce (yes, I really do that with bloggers’ names, a la David Treppenwitz, Erica Swirlspice, Heather and Jessica Fug), go look.

(1/27/09 entry, for future reference)

I’ve been back twice, and I still laugh so hard I have tears in my eyes.

Last Chance

Don’t forget to vote, vote, vote for me! Early and often, and all that stuff like that there.

The Weblog Awards contest ends sometime tomorrow today, I think. So check the other categories, and vote for your favorites there, too. And please, can we try to keep Andrew “Two babies in eight months” Sullivan from beating Hot Air? Please?

Ugh. The humanity.

[bumped a couple times]

Update: Thank you so much, you guys! I was hoping to not get completely decimated and come in last place, and I actually managed sixth place. Which is pretty amazing since I’ve only been at this url since last March, with no forwarding address from my old site. Those of you who came from the voting page, I hope you’ll stick around. And regulars, I obviously couldn’t have done it without you.

Speaking of Whoring

Don’t forget to vote for me in the Weblog Awards.

I’m getting killed. I mean, I’m getting killed by perfectly lovely, entirely deserving bloggers, as far as I can tell. Which is nice. But killed, nonetheless.

Oh, that.

I guess I need to check my stats more often.

I’m apparently a finalist for a Weblog Award, in the category of “Best blog no one’s ever freaking heard of.” I checked the nominations, and didn’t see this blog anywhere, so I’m thinking it’s either a mistake or a token nomination to fill out the ten spaces.

So, um. Vote for me?

I’ll try to make a “best of” list for you nice folks that are coming from the voting site, so you’re not wasting your time. Or so your wasted time is more entertaining. Whichever. (Regulars, feel free to recommend posts if you’re feeling inspired.) The Palin and McCain ones were pretty popular, I guess, for starters.

Update: Hang on, I found a banner.

There, now I’m all official.

Update 2: I checked with Kevin at the Weblog Awards, and he said it’s legit. So go vote for me, please. I’m getting my butt kicked. (You can vote once per day, I think.)

Ten Year Blogiversary

Wow. So, ten years.

That’s like two ice ages and forty miles of tectonic drift, in blogging years.

Hello world!

Ok. Trying this again.

Because I’m a masochist.

Fight For Second Base

It’s Breast Cancer Awareness month, and the 2008 Boobiethon has officially begun!

The link above will always be work-safe, so you can read about how it works and how much money has been sent to Komen. The other pages on that site, not so much.

So go check out all of the lovely blogger breasteses, and then make a donation to Komen (and send your receipt to the boobiethon for access to a very special photo page). The life you save may be mine.

Nice Surprise

Hee. I won last week’s caption contest at Outside The Beltway. Go me.

(This week’s challenge picture is here.)

Stat Weirdness

As those of you who know me already realize, I never check my stats. I know that’s weird for a blogger, but whatever.

Anyway, I just did, and in the past 24 hours, I’ve been flooded with google searches on Ivan McGuire, from all over the world. Can one of you tell me why? Was he in the news or something?

I hadn’t thought about that in years.

[The link at the original entry is broken, but here's the article at the Wayback Machine.]

A Friend In Need

So, it seems Chris Muir has lost his day job.

We’ve all been there, I think, and it sucks. Run over and help him out, if you can. He’s giving away cool stuff with all donations, including sexy pictures of Sam (you know you love curvy redheads) and original script sheets.

Day By Day’s been with us a long time. I’d hate to see it fade away.