Proving that I really can follow through on a threat… er, promise. Here’s the second installment of the Weekly Recap.

• We’ll start this week off with Sar of Dragon Ink, who almost died Monday. It was something of an aquatic misadventure, and she’s all better now. She then deliberately endured a cavalcade of bad bridal fashion, then felt the urge to share a really really long multipart survey with her readers. And finally, she shares with us the song she sings when she thinks nobody’s listening. We all have a song like that, don’t we?
  
• The good Captain Rooba has a very busy schedule, a portion of which he detailed for us early in the week. And then he had a brief brush with greatness, which all agreed was damned cool.
  
• On the downside, Madame Sinister‘s uncle died this week. Among the things that she finds depressing about this event is that at this funeral, her uncle won’t be the one providing levity during a time of sorrow. We also get some examples of family foibles during get-togethers, and a happy recap of the vacation the good Madame recently returned from. There’s also a reaffirmation of the fact that some salesfeebs are just plain evil, no matter what business you’re in. (Disclaimer: I work with a building full of salespeople. Many of them are not people I would describe as “salesfeebs” but our building has been cursed with such from time to time. Luckily they tend to get weeded out fairly quickly. You can now resume breathing evenly, if you are offended by my terminology.)
  
• The proprietess of Argephontes has gone on some sort of vacation or trip, though we did get to see her frantically prepare at the last minute for said trip.
  
• Jessy had one hell of a blogging week. For one thing, she more-or-less survived the Blogathon; the evidence is all there. Lots of evidence. She seems to have catnapped fairly often, which apparently doesn’t count as cheating. There was also a bad-karma moment when someone took verbage from the private part of her website and made it public. Bad person, bad! No biscuit! And I won’t even go into detail about Mango or Vanilla wipes. Eewww.
  
• Our friend at debris.com didn’t post anything this week. At least not as of about noonish Pacific time. On a similar note, Q Daily News was also not updated this week.
  
• Melpster, on the other hand, had a banner week for posting. She started by participating in the revival of the mash note, then gave us a detailed list of 80’s songs that remind her of her youth. She then took a whole slew of surveys, one of which taught her that “Scottish Fold” is not a sexual position. Her work schedule was posted again, more for her benefit than ours, and she finished up with some more 80’s songs. Because you can’t have too much nostalgia, baby!
  
• Emily dreams a lot. Okay, so we all dream a lot, but she writes her dreams down more often and with more detail than I could ever manage. She also takes good pictures, some of which she shared with her fans this week. We are also treated to another round of “stream of silliness” AIM chat, as well as some search-engine queries of no small strangeness. I’m now going to bait Google by mentioning one of them here: rocket power orgy.
  
• The fluttergirl is finally off on her latest road-trip, but she made sure to burn oodles and oodles of entertainment material before she left. I think I’ll let someone else tell her that KaZaa is evil. She shared some sweet memories of past silliness while bubble-bathing, then obsessed over Our Lady Peace just a little. And Jay Mohr is an ass. Who gave this guy his own TV show? Again?
  
• Snappy the Clam is still having medical misadventures, laments the lack of Flash 6 for Linux, and is considering the creation of an essay on the topic of weblogs and journalism. Seeing as how he’s a keen follower of such issues, I highly encourage him.
  
• Firda, the Weblog Wannabe, discovered that she’s 70% dateable and 46% geek. She also found some more games for us to play as well as various kinds of furniture.
  

As I promised (or was that a threat?) recently, I’m going to take a stab at a Weekly Recap based entirely on Argephontes‘ Weekly Round-Up. If nothing else, this will give me something to work on all through the day. I have more sites to cover than she does.

• Since I stole it from her, let’s start off with Argephontes. Or Tempest Moaner, to use her Porn Name. Her week consisted mostly of headaches, coffee of low quantity or quality, and the pursuit of decent drinks. Ah yes, and probably weaseling out of showing up at a wedding. Can’t say as I blame her.
  
• Cruising across the tabs at the top of my Mozilla screen I come to Captain Rooba, who presumably experienced a miscommunication with that new girl in his life, and who’s been too busy to post all that much. Too busy, in fact, to post a Rooba’s Remix this week. (Correction, he did too post one! Sorry ’bout that!)
  
• At debris.com, the intrepid homeowner (and the developer of Monaural Jerk) endured odd-hours realtors, BocaBurgers, and mountains of business cards. Last week. This week he reminds us that we should be reading real books, too.
  
• Snappy the Clam is just glad to be out of the hospital and feeling somewhat better. To say that he had the worst couple of weeks out of everyone I know would be a gross understatement. Stop by his site and wish him better health, please.
  
• Emily took lots of photographs, as is her wont. She also was introduced to something called “1000 Blank White Cards,” or 1KBWC for short. Maybe Matt of debris.com should send her all of those business cards as BWC stock.
  
• Meanwhile, Jessy is preparing for her stint in the Blogathon, as well as enduring the final couple of weeks before her move. She’s both anxious to get moved, and anxious to do some things before she leaves her current home.
  
• The general mass-migration to Movable Type continues as Q Daily News prepares to leave Manila in favor of the now-ubiquitous MT. He also exhorts us not to send video email, a plea I can agree with wholeheartedly. And lets not forget new species of centipedes. Of course not.
  
• Our favorite truck-driving fluttergirl is preparing for another long stint on the road. During some downtime she and her friends concocted some movie abuse along the lines of, “Weekend at Bernie’s 7: The Bernie Witch Project” and “Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Bone.” She also names her computer machinery after South Park characters. I don’t feel so bad now for using Tenchi Muyo names. Nyah!
  
• Firda, the Weblog Wannabe, got some fansign but is also suffering from design theft. (Anyone who uses a duck motif gets points in my book. As if you couldn’t have guessed.) Her collection of blogged links this week ranges from online games to “100 albums you should remove from your collection immediately.”
  
• Madame Sinister of Sinister Tales is in Houston by this point, but the first half of her week provided plenty of journal fodder. The biggest irritations in her life both involved customer service… one on the part of hospital staff, the other on the part of understaffed grocery stores. She may have managed to convince herself to actually spend her vacation in vacation mode, not in “check my office email occasionally” mode. More power to her. Turns out she has three degrees of seperation from J.R.R. Tolkien, who liked not to talk so he talked about the weather.
  
• I finally got through to Melpster‘s site, where she continues to suffer the lingering nasty cough that just won’t die. She’s also computering in the dark, when it’s dark. Her life lately is an odd combination of dream interpretation, working at Wherehouse, watching tapes of Vance DeGeneres and trying to keep her spirits up.
  

Wendi IM’d me this cute little link this morning. It’s clearly satirical, but cleverly done. Enjoy.
Advice For The Young Bride

And now we bring you an overview of what Microsoft’s “Palladium” nonsense is all about. Read on, follow the links, and learn to cast a jaundiced eye upon this so-called security initiative.
Devil And The Deep Blue Sea

What on Earth could be so funny about four panels depicting a girl and a pig? I’m not sure, but I’m going to start following “her!” and try to figure it out.

(My favorite strip so far: her matrix!.)
Chris Bishop – her!