Month: May 2002

Heather reminds you it’s not too late to share two truths and a lie about your life. Mine?

  1. I have written and recorded a song about my penis.
  2. I once sat next to novelist John Irving on a flight to New York.
  3. I was once part of the live television audience at the Grand Ole Opry and fell asleep on camera.

Can you guess which is the lie? Frequent readers are already a leg up on the competition.

It’s funny, but I don’t remember being this busy when my boss is here. Hmm. I’ve also been trying to imagine a job where I could use the seven vacation days I have saved up.

I’ve been inundated with spam lately. Most of it is annoying, some of it is laughably pornographic, and some of it is just…well, I don’t know:

“As recommended by the Robot Guidelines, this email is to explain our system and to let you know about the broken link on your site.” That’s an odd thing to say. Robot Guidelines? It sounds downright Asimovian.

They’re right, though. There are too many broken links on my site. I keep meaning to work on that and start updating the sections other than this weblog — the bio, the webzine, the caption gallery — but I never seem to get around to it. But if I’m going to start getting pressure from robots…