Blogs In Space


I found a link to a site that will send your blog into outer space. I guess this so the extra terrestrials will know who to probe the next time they come down for a visit. Bloggers like nothing more then talking about ourselves so curious aliens who no doubt will leave feedback and comments and ratchet up the old hit counts of those smart space bloggers. . Those smart space bloggers will also end up anally probed by those same curious aliens, us but that’s what you get for putting yourself out there.

Or not. I tried to make the site work and it wouldn’t take my URL. I don’t know what you have to do to make it accept it but I got tired of trying. If you want to be all Space Blogger, go to here and blog in space. Speaking of space, did you hear that Darth Murdock bought Myspace.Com? Or as I call it, MyFAUXspace.Com because I’m not ever going back there.

What else?

I am hoping by the time you are reading this that I will be using my own force of will instead of the postal services’ to not read my Harry Potter. They have not called me back to talk about my complaint either.

To change the subject,

At church on Sunday there was a woman sitting in front of me who had her hair styled to look exactly like the shag carpet that we had in our house when I was a child. The woman’s head looked like our entry way! It was just wrong. It looked like she had done it on purpose and probably paid someone to make her head look like a carpet remnant from 1978. Shag carpeting! From the seventies! On Your Head! why would you do that to yourself? The hair was black at the roots, then shifted to a white then ended up as a reddish color at the tips. It was just awful – it was all tufty! And carpety! Her husband and kids were sitting with her and they seemed to be totally oblivious to the carpet remnant happening on her head. I looked to see if she was wearing a patient bracelet on her arm or a day pass hanging around her neck or some other external sign that the poor woman was legitimately out of her mind but if she was ( if? If?) She had hidden it well. Except for her hair. That was a dead “I am crazy!” give away.

To change again

Dogger and I managed to just miss the rain and we got our first walk of the week in. Every evening at about the same time it begins to thunder and become all kinds of threatening and then it spits on us and clears up. It doesn’t actually rain or anything, it just puts on a show. I wonder if the weather needs Viagra or something. The computer knew capitalize Viagra all on its own.

Dogger seems to be feeling better. We can walk down the hallway and she doesn’t need to stop for a scratch along the way. Tonight we are getting our second bath of the week and I know she will be just thrilled to jump into the tub again and be bath for the second time in three days. I’m thinking that tonight in an attempt to bribe her into the second bath that I’ll bring her up to Dix Campus for her walk. Its much nicer more interesting then the neighborhood and we haven’t been up there in a while.

I haven’t told her she is going to stay with Uncle Broskey and Aunt Alphagal yet but I think she might get the idea when she and her bedding and crate and her toys and her dish and her water bowl and her food and her cookies and her doggy first aid kit and all the stuff that lives in her back pack go there this weekend and I drive away into the sunset. I usually don’t bring everything when we just go for a visit and all that stuff might give her the impression that she’s going to be there for more then the afternoon.