Yeah. Right. I’m sure all the Linux vendors are going to be sending SCO a check right off. I mean, they gotta don’t they? Since they’re all getting invoices and stuff.
I think there’s a picture of SCO headquarters near the definition of “chutzpah” in the dictionary.
Eight months down. You only have to put up with this silly series for a few more.
For those of you tuning in late, I’m running down the top 20 sites from which I get hits each month for 2003. This is not a reflection of who visits me the most *cough*Annessa*cough* or who I love bestest. It just sounded like a good idea at the time.
In this month’s installment of the Top 20 Sites From Which Nice People Came To Look At The Monkey In The Window
Bill the Cat Lives!
As Harry Knowles at Ain’t It Cool News says:
Beginning sometime close to Thanksgiving of THIS YEAR… Berkeley Breathed is creating a Sunday-only strip called OPUS. Now you might be thinking… What’s the biggie? If you are, you’re a ‘tard and need to wear diapers.
Squeeeeee! It’s time to fire up the ole Initiation Ritual Into The Mystery Cult of Bill the Cat.
ACK! ACK! ACK! PLBB! PLBB! PLBB! HAIL BILL!
*LIBATIONS AND TOASTING*
[ via The Gamer’s Nook ]
Last year, Robyn’s efforts to get Statia down to Florida for Thanksgiving kinda snowballed into something even more important. See, for those of 3 or 4 you who don’t remember, it all started with a friend who was going to be alone for the holiday offering to show her boobs to get donations for a plane ticket. From such small things (no offense, *snort*) great things come. The donations poured in. Then other bloggers started offering to show theirs to help. Soon it was apparent that Robyn was collecting more money than would be needed for the plane ticket. But being the Princess of the Blogiverse™ isn’t just a stupid name given to you by some tiara-buyin’ goofball with an extra ten bucks lying around. No! You only get that title if you have the royal generosity and sweet soul that goes with it. So, it was decreed that the remainder of the money would go to the Susan G. Komen Breast Cancer Foundation. Thus was raised $1,251 for charity.
It’s that time of year again.
On October 1, the 2003 Boobie-thon will begin accepting donations. The primary benefactor will be the Komen Foundation, but this year the $359 that went for last year’s plane ticket will be awarded to a deserving blogger charity. This is the “Bloggers-Helping-Bloggers” Prize. There will be a panel of judges to award the prize, and Zuly and I have volunteered to collect all the names of the worthy charities to be considered.
So, if you want to be considered or know someone who should be, make sure you let us know by leaving a comment.
And don’t ignore us when we e-mail you for confirmation! I know. I know. Frickin’ spammers have made you wary of e-mails with “boobie” in the subject line. Trust us. We’re from the government.
If/when I finish with this blogging nonsense, I hope I say goodbye half as eloquently as Timatollah.
Geez, I got bowled over by the number of birthdays in the past couple of weeks. I’m pretty sure I stopped by and said so in your comments, but I feel bad for not putting up a shout about it here. So, please, accept this lame excuse for an excuse and HAPPY BIRTHDAY to Statia, Les, Eric, Michele, Lisa, Todd, MJ, Kat and Brian. Plus, three or four others for which I’m about to get into trouble by forgetting them…
And, of course, today is Theresa’s birthday!
I finally got around to installing Gallery to hold all the pictures my wandering daughter took this summer. In fact, I went ahead and moved the whole darned photoblog to it.
It was (as I’ve heard many complain) a royal pain in the left buttock to get up and running, but it was really neat to have an easy way to upload all 236 photos. Yes, 236! She lost a memory card full of Greece and southern Italy pics. I’m not sure I’m sorry about that, actually…
Ooh! And there’s a slideshow mode. Kewwwwl… (I’m such a dork.)
Well, according to the terms of The Bet™, I have to give a link to the foul, evil, disgusting Yankee lover and say nice things about the Y-Y-Y…the Yan-Yan-Yank…I can’t do it!!!! Argh!
OK, deep, cleansing breath…
The Yankees are, obviously, the greatest team in baseball. They must be, considering they beat such an awesome team as the Red Sox!
Stop it! Be gracious in your loss. Try again.
I really think that the Red Sox deserved to lose. And fall almost 6 frickin’ games behind Steinbrenner’s overpaid bunch of mercenaries.
Will you quit it? You made the stupid bet. You’re the one who’s obviously insane. Now, pull yourself together and get on with it.
There is no team greater than the Yankees. The Yankees are wonderful. They don’t suck at all. They don’t stink. They aren’t a rotten, evil, disgusting, nasty, horrible, awful, terrible, sucky excuse for a baseball team.
There. Feel better?
Yes. Yes I do. And to prove it, here’s a great baseball joke:
