A Fact

You can't reset felines for Standard Time.


*throws pillow at cat, tries to go back to sleep*

Random Internet Humor

forwarded to me and shared with you...


People spend a lot of time thinking up their children's names. It's just a pity they don't always think as hard about their domain names.

Firstly there is Who Represents?, a database for agencies to the rich and famous:

http://www.whorepresents.com

Second is the Experts Exchange, a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views:

http://www.expertsexchange.com

Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island:

http://www.penisland.net

Need a therapist? Try:

http://www.therapistfinder.com

And there is an Italian Power company:

http://www.powergenitalia.com

Finally we have the Mole Station Native Nursery, based in New South Wales:

http://www.molestationnursery.com

Halloween meme. Sort of. And a quiz.

I haven't been able to properly celebrate Halloween in a long time, due to WFC, and it's not the same holiday it was when I was a kid, anyway (shall save y'all the rant about 'when I was a kid, we...'). But I still fondly remember the great work-up to the actual day, crafting and creating the Best Possible Costume, and hoping against hope that the weather would co-operate...

So what was everyone's favorite-ever costume? (Convention Masquerades don't count, sorry Terri)

I have two -- in high school, a group of us went as gangsters and gun molls. I got an old suit from someone's dad, a slim-line chalk stripe, added my own fedora, and used the gangster-traditional violin case (sans violin) to hold out candy-loot. We kicked some candy-collecting ass, we did.

In the 'solo' category, my punk unicorn outfit (some of you may remember a more mild version from the Hartford AIDS Walk some years back). White bodysuit, black leather boots, white mane with a purple streak added, purple-black horn with a horn-ring, black leather finger-gloves and various other accessories.

my least-favorite was in college, going as a Cat-from-"Cats." The costume was lovely (a tabby-patterned leotard and tights, and had a friend in theater arts do my makeup) but the skin-unhappy aftermath from said makeup made it not a good memory. Skin is sensitive. Skin must be coddled. Skin does not think theatrical makeup=coddling. Lesson learned.


And the quiz -- ( How Scary Am I? )