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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.