Lists! Lists! Lists!

Anyone who knows me knows I am a sucker for lists. (I heard that sarcastic “Not you!?” wifey-poo. Bite me.)

Well, I’ve found List Heaven at a place called Lists of Bests. They’ve compiled all the “Best Of” lists for books, movies and music in one place, letting you check off which ones you’ve read, seen or heard. Here are my stats so far.

As you can see, I’ve not read nearly enough, but I knew that. The scary part was on the music lists. Note that I have heard 52 of the Virgin Top 100 Albums, and yet count the number from the Top 100 of the 1990’s… That’s right. ZERO.

Damn, I’m old.

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He is a Geek Goddd, after all.

This time Solonor’s Aortal Site of the Week brings you GeekGasm(DOT)NET, home of Speaker. (Quick! Where’s that from?)

Anywho, Mr. Speaker (or Speaks, as we call him) is beyond geeky. He reeks geek. Or maybe that’s his socks. It doesn’t matter. Because we’re here to pay tribute to Speaker: The Man, The Myth… the owner of the Mordor Mimes (who are currently kicking my computer baseball arse).

Go. Visit. Annoy.

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Yakkety Yak

Had a wonderful time conversing with the gang at Cuppa Tea: BatChat!. We talked about life and love, crapping caterpillars, lesbians with hooks, and all manner of hooha. It was a blast.

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One Dingy Wingy

This evening’s to-do list:

1. Listen to Wing.
2. Realize her CD’s are sold out.
3. Kill self.

UPDATE: My sadistic family (actually just my wife, whom I call Mistress of PAIN) insisted on listening to everything Wing sing. That’s how I learned that Wing is a subtle master of irony. Just listen to what she says at the beginning of Do-Re-Mi. Comic genius.

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She Needs Her Friends, Now!

Well, due to technical difficulties, this didn’t get much air time yesterday. So, I bumped it back to the top, where it belongs.

There is nothing wrong with giving others your time and money. Ever. Charities, trips, sick pets, tip jars, whatever… We have all chipped in a buck or two to help out a fellow blogger. Now it’s time to step up to the plate and help a friend.

I’m not going to sugar-coat this. Kat has finally seen a doctor about her back. She has severe damage to several discs and a cyst growing on one. Go check out the pictures and the x-rays on her Backblog, then give her some damned money!

She’s got two kids, can’t work, needs an operation in a city that’s 6 hours away, and the government in its infinite wisdom has decided to cut off one form of assistance in anticipation that she’ll “probably” get another. (I know what that last part is like from personal experience, and it sucks sweaty donkey balls.)

Don’t tell me you don’t have it. Skip that second (or third) showing of the Matrix and give her the twenty bucks.

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Hosting Matters Outtage: The Culprit Revealed

What will it take to convince you people? Does he have to take down your blog, too?

“Solonor’s just a raving lunatic,” you said.
“He’s just jumping up and down to get attention,” you said.
“Monkey,” you said. (Actually, that was Whiny, who’s feeling MUCH better, thanks).

I detailed the threat to the Blogospheranetiverse when Gretchen resorted to pie in a vain attempt to ward him off. Robyn and I uncovered who we thought the ringleaders of the terrah plot might be. We even raised the alert to Code Orange. But, unless it’s a cunning ruse to throw us off the trail, Michele and Christine were both hit by this madman today, as well.

I warned you, but did you listen? No. Of course you didn’t. You know best. And today we paid the price. 9 hours and 11 minutes of blog blackness.

One more time.
With feeling.
9 hours and 11 minutes.
Get it?

Nobody listen to poor Zathras.

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I Didn’t Miss It Much

The horror!

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We Can’t Even Think Of A Word That Rhymes

And now, please, a moment of silence. Today is the last day of school.

It doesn’t have quite the “Oh my God the rugrats will be hanging around the house whining about being bored” impact that it used to. Whiny will be looking for a summer job and learning to *shudder* drive. Pepperkat will be traipsing all over this country and Europe starting Friday. But for all you busy moms and dads with busy young ‘uns, I remember. This valium’s for you.

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Super Geek

52.66272% – Super Geek. Super Geek. He’s super geeking out.

If you have about an HOUR to kill, go take The Geek Test.

And, as Dragonleg so kindly pointed out today, I am evil, too.

I dunno. I think the Geek Test has a flaw. There is no way that I’m 18.93491% more geek than this guy.

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Update On El Sicko

It’s strep. Boy and monkey are resting comfortably.

The biggest deal was his dehydration. The IV took care of that, and the penicillin should knock out the rest. He’s probably going to sleep all day.

It’s amazing how fast these things sneak up on you. He was fine Saturday night. Sunday morning – WHAM!

According to his mother, he braved the whole blood-sucking, IV-pumping ordeal without a problem. (I have this thing about needles. I don’t go near them. I expect them not to come near me.) Whiny is about the least whiny kid I know, actually. He only got that nickname after I started this blog and thought “Whiny the Elder” sounded cute and witty. He liked it, too, so it stuck.

So, the “All Clear” can be sounded. Thanks to all who were worried. Everything is fine. Nothing more to be seen here. Please, move along. Ignore the fact that Pepperkat is headed to the doctor this morning… and that Mrs. Rasreth woke up with a sore throat…

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