Well, well, well, it HAS been a long time, hasn't it? Last time we had a chat I was still bloody and freaked out after an SUV nearly ran over me in my own place of employment.
But I healed up nicely. The cuts on my forehead are gone and the cuts on my ankle are getting there. I lost a few trinkets that once decorated my desk, not to mention a good pair of knee highs, but I can deal with that better than my body being crushed and broken.
Speaking of broken, they're finishing up the repair work on our building. We have windows again. The outside masonry doesn't look too hot now but that repair is also in the works. We're still waiting on replacement computers. My iMac at work has a soft LCD screen, and it sure has a purdy texture now, what with all the glass bits that went slashing across it. I have a hole about 1/16" of dead pixels that makes working in Photoshop a real bitch, but I'm managing.
In the meantime, I had a blast watching the Inauguration today via CNN/Facebook. It's nice to know that the rest of the planet doesn't hate out guts anymore.
Yes, you read that right. I said, "Facebook." I know, I know, I swore I wasn't gonna join any more web communities, but peer pressure from a select few wore me down. Plus, MySpace is getting so juvenile. If the assinign survey don't make me feel old, the overpowering flash ads keep crashing my browser.
I've hooked up with old Spymac pals from a couple years ago on Facegroup. (For those of you Spymac Old-Timers who didn't know, there is a Spymac Old Skool group there). And some other people from my very distant past have reached out across the lines.
Facebook has become addictive. So if you're looking for me, you know where to start.
And I have a plethora of goofy links:
I personally thought this stuff tasted like crap, but damn, the bottle is so fucking cool.
First is was the lolcats, then came the loldogs. Finally, there is... oh dear god no...
What to do when the escalator is broken (turn down your speakers... music NFSW).
And you thought that cat had problems? This dog is defective as well.
Best recycling ever. Soylent Pencils is people!
Guess what you bitches are getting from me next year?
Poetry for everyman, alive or (un)dead.
Ok, folks, everybody sing along!
Forget Prada, Chanel or whatever scent Liz Taylor is hawking these days. This is the fragrance to drive your man wild.
I know this late, but you can still enjoy a little creepy Christmas all year long.
Attention spooky people. Go here, big fun.
The most charming, dainty and sweet-natured ladies you'll ever meet. They've become my new heros.