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As 95% of you are visiting because of a link on her site (the other 1% being my parents, leaving the remaining 4% being me from different office computers to artificially inflate my hit count… I mean, nothing), you probably know that I was posting Mighty Girl’s blogs for her while she was in the wilds of Bali. As most of you also probably know, you can add people to your “team” in Blogger so that they can post stuff.

So here it is, first day back, and she has already unceremoniously kicked me off her team! It’s 4th grade all over again, picked last for kickball, and that because the PE coach didn’t want me sitting next to him on the bench. After all we had together, you think it would have at least warranted a phone call, if not a face-to-face separating. There wasn’t even the indecisive back and forth over the next several weeks, slowly weaning me out of her blogging life. I know what you’re thinking, maybe she found someone else. Well, I only wish, because at least then she’d have someone better than me to throw in my face. But no, there isn’t anyone else, I’m simply out. *sigh* Remember kids, it’s a cruel, cruel world out there, and you’re pushing it if you even get out of bed.

CNN reports that “Consumer Confidence Falls”.

How do they know that? Am I that obvious? I thought I hid my low self-esteem behind over compensatiory pursuits, like welding and competitive spelunking, rather well. Besides, I don’t think I’m that bad off. I have no problem with public speaking; and, have no perceptable symptoms of agoraphobia. Sure, talking to the fairer sex can require the kind of confidence I have difficulty mustering, and, don’t even mentioning answering the door for that newspaper salesman. Besides that, though, I’m reasonably socially resolute. It just goes to show you that the more you think you have the world fooled, the more you wear your heart on your sleeve.

Foods I Used to Dislike, but Now eat, on at Least a Semi-Regular Basis, Listed here under An Oddly capitalized Title:

– tomatoes
– cheese
– mustard
– avocado
– eggplant
– mushrooms
– broccoli
– barbecue sauce
– fingernails, umm, I mean, errr, what?

I went home for lunch, watched two episodes of Kids in the Hall and inexplicably changed all my clothes. So far, no one has noticed. Should I be depressed and insulted by that, or, chalk up “inattention to surroundings” as a social ill?

This is super cool. It’s a site that tells you what song was #1 in the US (or UK) the day you were born (or any day for that matter). The premise being that whatever song was at the top of the charts on your birthday is the theme song for your life. That stands to reason as mine is Barry White’s Can’t Get Enough of Your Love, Babe

An awesome friend of mine came over tonight bearing gifts. She’s a toy designer for University Games and apparently appreciates my immaturity, as she often brings me something toy-related. She was at Toy Fair (which, to my fellow dorks, is like CES for toys) this last week and picked me up a “Hatchmon”. I unfortunately couldn’t find this thing anywhere on the net, and there’s no company name or branding on it at all. It may have been a toy concept that was abandoned, or something just not yet complete. I have no idea where it came from, or where I may get another one (she doesn’t either) but it’s totally rad.

Basically, it’s a clear plastic egg, inside of which is a creature (there are twelve different kinds) encased in goo. You pull the glob out, seperate the animal (in my case a flying fish) from the gunk, and you end up with one sticky animal thingy and a handful of cool ectoplasm. According to the pictographs you can use the goo in a way analgous to Play-Doh (although it’s way more mucusy), and just kind of squeeze and throw around the sticky creature thing. Again judging from the pictures, and based on the name (Hatchmon) we surmised that you basically had a baby-thing in it’s egg, encased in placenta, and ready for birth and fun family playtime! This may have something to do with it’s apparent failure as a mass-marketed toy.

At any rate, the best part of this thing is the warning label, recreated here for you with the exact spelling and punctuation found on the package:

CAUTION
May stick to or stain fabric and other surfaces Avoid prolonged
contact with hair carpet.
uphlostery. walls, clothing and any Vamished unvamished
surfaces Do not use pro-washed or chlorine
bleach wash immediately with detergent and water repeat it
necessary Dry cleaning will not move.

Somehow, one of my referrers was this page. It’s a MD’s site all about diagnosing a multitude of personality disorders. In one section, the good doctor attempts to either lighten the mood, or admonish the media, by listing TV characters that have certain disorders. Some of my favorites:

Depression
Eyore – Winnie the Pooh
Charlie Brown – Peanuts
Rosie the Maid – The Jetsons

Generalized Anxiety Disorder
Daffy Duck
Lucy – I Love Lucy

ADD
Lucy – I Love Lucy
Homer Simpson
Kramer – Seinfeld

Of course, mental/personality disorders are nothing to joke about, and, seeing how a number of people have told me I need thereapy, this may have been a subtle hint from someone. If so, let me just tell you that the voices have mostly stopped.

I am totally addicted to Squirrel Bait. It documents the trials and travails (in blog form) of Meghan, an interesting psuedo-goth who totally knows what Sandman is. All I know is that I now understand the relationship between stereotypical housewives and their daytime “stories”. I came to this realization when I was obsessively checking Meghan’s page for updates a few nights ago and said aloud to myself, “I can’t believe Alex didn’t call!” Give it a look, you’ll understand…

There used to be a Forbes billboard ad that I would pass on my way to work in the sporadic occasions that I would take the 101. It was a simple design with a bright orange background and hot-pink lettering that proclaimed PROLIFERATE CAPITALISM in big bold letters. I always found this sign to be deliciously apt for the Silicon Valley in which I live, and I would make a point to always repeat it aloud in an awesome Marxist monotone drone. Eventually, some apparent bourgeois rebel burned the ad beyond readability, and it has since been replaced by a more friendly, albeit less powerful, Forbes campaign. I miss those carefree days when I really felt like I was communing with the warm, happy bosom of advertising, and, I sometimes repeat my mantra when I pass what used to be the sign. It’s not the same, though, as these things never are. After all, summer days and anti-Communist dogma can’t last forever…

Evhead looks cool. Bow before him because he is The Creator…well, co-creator anyway. In fact, if bows are being passed around, give props to Megnut, too.