So I decided to see how many sites are using the “Oral Sex Donation” thing from The Brunching Shuttlecocks, so I go to Google and search for that phrase. The pages I find aren’t terribly interesting, but what just now got my attention is the Sponsored Link:

Um… Google? Is there something you want to tell us?

I don’t have many television programs that I watch “religiously.” Unfortunately they all fall on Friday and Saturday, precisely the two days during which our cable was turned off. So no Farscape, no Yu Yu Hakusho, no Cowboy Bebop and no Pilot Candidate.

Waaaaaaah!

Dinner for me, tonight, consisted of a can of Chef Boyardee ravioli. I used to love this stuff, but tonight required serious willpower. As I was in #KNRK at the time, I started making jokes about the cuisine at Casa Kerezman. Jokes like…

• Chef Innacan
• Chef Boyareyoudumb
• Chef Boyisthiscrapnasty
• Chef Boyyouregonnaneedastomachpump
• Chef Boywasthatbad
• Chef Boythisnuclearwasteissuretasty
• and one of my friends on AIM chimed in with Chef Boywasthatmydog, which is funnier than any of the ones I came up with.

This is how I kill time… and my taste buds, apparently.

I‘ve never been one for pranks, so I won’t bother trying to do one here. My brain just doesn’t operate that way, really. I’m more into verbal by-play than deliberate teasing.

In other news, today my good friend Heather is down in Cali at a job interview. If it goes well, she’ll be gainfully employed when she moves down there to be with her Darrell. Think good thoughts in her direction, please.

How was Easter? I’m glad you asked. I spent Saturday night hiding eggs both real and plastic. It was a blast, really. There were two eggs that escaped discovery for almost half the day. Alex and Erica had a great time, even if Alex wasn’t initally too thrilled at getting a plush rooster. (We bought Erica the bunny, we had to get Alex something, didn’t we?) On the balance side, last night the television was locked onto the broadcast of The Ten Commandments. Again. I hid in the bedroom with some McCaffrey reading. Pegasus In Flight and Pegasus In Space, if you’re wondering.

Once again I regale my audience with timely and relevant news like the following:

• I got my hair “done” this morning. Terece always gels it kind of funny, but it looks great the next day when I do it myself. I should talk to her about that next time, see if maybe I can get her to undertand a bit better what I want my hair to do. No biggie.
  
• I took two allergy pills this morning. Hence my current inability to concentrate or move very quickly. Damned antihistamines!
  
• Peach-Pit from #KNRK is going to be at a cool horse show this weekend. I don’t know what this has to do with anything, but this is just an example of how poor of judgement I am when I’m on allergy meds. (Gotcha, Peaches!)
  
• I got GnuPG signatures to work in Groupwise. Well, it’s a bit of a kludge but it’s better than not being able to sign messages at all.

There, don’t you feel all knowledgable or something?

Today’s just another nice day in the life of this little grey duck. Hey, I got Cocoa Krispies for breakfast! Mmmmm, Cocoa Krispies. They’re better than those silly Cocoa Puffs any day of the week.

Speaking of things that are better, I was treated to more NoHo’s yesterday. Mmmm, NoHo’s teriyaki chicken is the best on the planet.

Why am I obsessing about food lately? Probably because I keep forgetting to bring anything to eat for lunch. Idjut.