Grisly photos of me downing a birthday shot Saturday night can be found at my good friend Erin’s site. Thanks, dearie! And thanks to all of you who could come that night, or at least seriously considered coming. It was a good time.
So I’m still overwhelmed at all the traffic that’s coming to see the Weight Watchers recipe cards. Jesus. And now in every blog entry I have to link to the Weight Watchers recipe cards until I have the time to put up a permanent link on this front page. But thanks to all of you who have donated to the bandwidth fund. I don’t know yet what the final cost will be, but the donations will help. You people rock.
I will put up a new entry soon. But I feel that with all these new people coming here I should say something that I wouldn’t usually say on my site. Well, I’ll say this to all the people from other countries who are reading: I think my president is an assmonkey. I’m going to make like a Dixie Chick and say I’m ashamed of him. Nobody I know here in the U.S. thinks this fucking war is a good idea. I guess I don’t know any of the reported 44% of Americans who are under the impression that some or all of the 9/11 hijackers were Iraqi, but if the 10,000 visitors to this site includes some of those folks, I hope they’ll click on that last link, because they probably need to see how misled they are more than they need to see jellied salads. No matter what you think about the war, that fact is way more fucked-up than fluffy mackerel pudding will ever be.