Fad

I have a feeling that all those companies that put all their money into the development and marketing of "low-carb solutions" versions of their products are going to soon find themselves high and dry. Is it me, or is the advertising for low-carb this and that starting to feel a little desperate?
- posted by Laura @ 8:30 AM

 
Story Fodder

It strikes me that if I'm ever at a loss for a topic to write a short story about (perhaps the re-emergence of Storyteller?), there's a whole slew of material right from my dreams. Award-winning stuff, at least in potential, if some bigshot Hollywood type ever took an interest.

Yeesh.
- posted by Laura @ 4:53 PM

 
It's a Mystery

Weird. So I'm checking out my webstats, like I do on occasion, and I checked out the failure report in case I have broken links. There's one that has been coming up for AGES - a couple of years, at least. It's accessed multiple times a week, and I can't for the life of me find it on my website. ANYWHERE. It's snerkology.com/robots.txt. I don't remember creating this link, I can't find where I've reference this link, but apparently it's interesting enough, and in a frequently accessed place, so that it gets clicked on and registers a 404, multiple times a week.

Anybody have a clue? Have any of you seen and/or clicked on this link somewhere on my website? This is driving me bonkers.
- posted by Laura @ 2:50 PM

 
Spamusement

Link courtesy of TUS, I bring you... Spamusement! Poorly-drawn cartoons inspired by actual spam subject lines!
- posted by Laura @ 11:58 AM

 
Damn

I wish Rula Bula delivered. I have a craving for fish and chips and cider like nobody's business.
- posted by Laura @ 9:55 AM

 
Bad Day

About twenty minutes ago I stopped and admitted to myself, "Man, I'm having a bad day." To say it is to embrace it, so I pushed myself away from my desk, grabbed my water bottle, and walked the one-mile route through the buildings on campus.

I got up late, after spending a good fifteen minutes trying to convince myself that I could afford to miss a day of work. I look a mess, feel a mess, and got unwillingly put on a project that I don't care the least about. I believe I said in the meeting, "Crap like this frustrates the hell outta me."

We're defining our department's "Communication Strategy". God help me. Oh shoot me now. Why my manager volunteered me for this, when a) she knows I hate this kind of crap; b) I haven't got the bandwidth to spare for this nonsense, is beyond me.

I'm going to go home after my last meeting, work out HARD, cook dinner for Calvin and Marie (not a morsel shall pass my lips, I'm on the "starve myself and suffer" swing of the diet pendulum), and try not to snipe at anyone. PMS, here I come.

Gah.
- posted by Laura @ 2:43 PM