Sunday Afternoon Stuff
? I've switched to "Blogrolling" for my blogroll. It's supposed to be easier to add URLs. It is. I also like the "new post" flag. Unfortunately, this only seems to work on certain blogs. So I'm still stuck actually clicking through to others. It bothers me that they're all in alphanumeric order now. I had grown accustomed to the mishmash order of before. It was beautiful in its randomosity.
¶ It's cool if you feel you have to de-blogroll me because we don't agree on everything. I understand it. I, however, prefer to have all kinds of different people listed. Just like the Small World ride at Disney. (Click for Video! I love Ride-Through Video!) I'm sad that Wintermute thought I wouldn't blogroll him. Why not? I love lawyers. I'm the spawn of
¶ Yes, Nashville Knucklehead, the Seifert's Potato Chip Factory is one of the hallmarks of Fort Wayne Field Trips. That and the Archway Cookie Factory. When I was a kid there was also the Eckrich Meat Factory--but they've gone out of business. Oddly enough, childhood obesity was not a problem in the 70s. Perhaps we ought to let young children see exactly how their food is made. That might convince them to eat less.
¶ I'm meeting Ivy for lunch tomorrow in an undisclosed location. But it's definitely not as trendoid as the places where Aunt B. meets her lunch people. I hope that Ivy can excuse the fact that my hair is not coloured. I mean, yes, it has a colour (brown). But that colour is liberally streaked with "silver". I've had "silver" hair since I was 17. I'm long past the point of colouring it. Except I should to make a good first impression. But I won't because I'd probably end up messing it up totally.
¶ So glad I didn't see United 93 in the theatre. Six Meat Buffet linked to some guy's review wherein he described another patron leaving to throw up. I am not keen on movies that induce vomiting. Come to think of it, I'm not that keen on anything that induces vomiting.
¶ Lee (Digital Nicotine) wrote a good piece on YA novels. I miss the YA novels of yore. Nowadays they're all boomshackalackamowmow.