Archive for November, 2006
2006
2006
All-white tribal tattoo
Girl’s a bit skinny for my taste, but the ink… wowza.
(NSFW — n00ditude.)
2006
Who the fuck names a dog CLAIRE?
Aren’t border collies supposed to be SMART?
If you happen to be a (mostly) border collie named Claire, what possible culinary allure can there be to EATING A MAGNET?
Some days… HONESTLY.
2006
I’ve got to stop smiling at people. It’s making me feel sketchy.
Not real smiles, mind you, not even some of my finer fake smiles, but my every day mostly-at-work utilitarian fake smile. It’s not even a good one anymore. I can’t imagine it’s fooling anyone, or sending any kind of positive message.
Y’see, back in the [...]
2006
The second picture. So sultry, so fierce… Rawr: http://perezhilton.com/topics/cameron_diaz/sourrouded_by_fug_20061130.php
*swoon*
Jude Law is hot sometimes, but I’d photoshop him out of that picture in a heartbeat.
2006
The TinyUrl Creator has finally been updated to work with Firefox 2.0. (With this your TinyUrl functions are menu or shortcut accessible, so you don’t have to open another window to go to the TinyUrl site.)
I had had this just long enough to grow to love it passionately when Firefox released 2.0 and it stopped [...]
2006
Andrew has been in Belgium for work for a couple of weeks now, and has been making the best of his weekends by visiting exotic foreign lands. Two weekends ago he hit Amsterdam, and last weekend was Paris.
His photographic record of things is… very him. As is the commentary, which I find quite entertaining. [...]
2006
I had an… unpleasant online soap-buying experience recently. But then, who among us hasn’t?
Fortunately, it is all a fading memory now, as I have new soap! It arrived yesterday. Man, I love packages. (Heh.)
This soap is from Alchemic Dragon, the proprietor of which just happens to be a friend of the foxy and fabulous [...]
2006
This is what I get for being nice. Well, actually, it has nothing to do with being nice. I’m blood type O-, which means Canadian Blood Services would hunt me down and take my blood by force if I didn’t show up every 56 days and give it to them.
This is my left upper arm. [...]
2006
The Six-Word Memoir Contest.
What would yours be?