You know what I love about being a drunk?
Every day has the potential to be April Fool’s and Christmas morning rolled into one.
Like the morning I woke up and my bedroom furniture had been completely rearranged. Not knocked over, mind. Carefully rearranged. (Okay, actually…that morning scared the shit out of me and I toned it way down for a while).
Today I got a package in the mail: a book I have no memory of ordering. It’s like a present from Drunken Me to Sober Me. Drunken Me has pretty good taste and knows better than to order anything over ten bucks or so, so I’m not bothered.
Looks interesting. Spam Kings: The Real Story behind the High-Rolling Hucksters Pushing Porn, Pills, and %*@)# Enlargements. Under three dollars, hardback, in Amazon buy it used. I love buy it used.
Though why they insisted on misspelling ‘$*!)@’, I have no idea.
February 14, 2007 — 7:59 pm
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Behold!
Yeah, I know. Going straight to hell.
So here’s the first draft of sweasel.com. There’s still a lot more I want to build, but the front page is (more or less) fully functional now, so I figured I’d go live. Maybe the tantalizing possibility that I might at any moment spectacularly screw the pooch will drive some traffic.
Which is currently nothing like enough to justify buying a domain. I couldn’t help myself. I really, really wanted to play with the code, and this is the only way. I’ve started with a band spanking new sitemeter set to zero, so you can witness my dizzying ride from invisibility to unpopularity.
I’d like to thank the ice storm that covered New England today, giving me a chance to stay home and make this blasphemous graphic. Start as you mean to go on, they say…
— 1:57 pm
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