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melts in my brain
04/02/2006 = 04:08 PM

Today's the last day to register for the Bahamas contest. All the clues are up. Good luck.

http://www.bahamabreeze.com/messagebottle

In case you hadn't guessed already, Blog in Space dangled a small carrot in front of my nose to push this contest. Which I fell for, because I am Just That Pathetic. So now I get to be the featured Blog Most Likely to Be Contacted by Aliens on Monday the 10th. I only had to work for it a little bit harder than everyone else who's already had that honor bestowed upon them without having really to do anything other than being themselves.

Not that I'm bitter.

I didn't get punked once yesterday. A lot of people tried, but I was on my guard and mischief was not managed.

Today, on the other hand, I did get punked by Eminem.

I was writing my first beer review in three months (I'm finally off the stuff with the alcohol interaction warnings, so yay) and I opened Merriam-Webster's website to look for a synonym and it opened up with an Eminem popup that slipped out of the way when I tried to close it, snatching my half-written masterpiece from my clutches and leaving me staring in frustrated horror at the vapidness that is Marshall Mather instead.

I used to love Merriam-Webster, but that's just not right. I mean, I so needed another reason to believe Eminem is the Suck. Wiktionary all the way from now on.

Note to Eminem-lovers: I've already covered this in years past, because my hetero-lifemate lurves the M², but I'll review in case you missed it. Yes, I did go to the library and listen to his music before formulating an opinion, and I have formulated that opinion, and no amount of your arguing is going to convince me that he is some sort of genius. I'm fine with the genre, I just don't like his take on it. Oh-PIN-yun. Okay?

I couldn't decide whether or not to do poetry sorts of things this month, which is, indeed National Poetry Month.

Last year I did thirty haiku, and they were all equally wretched and unappreciated.

I think that, what I'm going to do, is that at the end of this month, I'll cull a selection of random phrases from this month's posts, arrange them artfully, and call it poetry.

Doesn't that sound interesting?

Should be pretty good, assuming I actually remember to, you know, do it.

I think Santos is going to win the election on West Wing tonight, but:

• I hope they'll find other things for Vinick to do in what's left of the plot. 'Cos I do love me some Alan Alda.
• It's going to be awfully interesting to see what happens, politically and plotwise, if a vice presidential candidate dies right before the election.

drinking: ice water
watching: Plague
if they have leo die in flagrante: i will be highly pissed. leo (and, for that matter, john spencer) needs to be remembered with more dignity than that