Day: July 10, 2003

I stuck around the office for another hour, read my book, and had an early dinner, since I’d set an appointment to donate blood this evening. Or so I thought. Except, I just checked the reminder the local Red Cross e-mailed me earlier this week, and it turns out I was supposed to be there yesterday. Blood drives that run past 5 PM (and are conveniently located) have been surprisingly difficult to come by. It’s been almost five years now since I last donated, and I sometimes feel guilty about that. Luckily there’s another blood drive that fits my schedule on the 21st, so I scheduled a new appointment. Hopefully, I’ll remember which day it’s on this time.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I very much need to leave this office and go home.

You know, when you write sketch comedy like this, you shouldn’t be too surprised when people discover it by searching Yahoo for “penile dwarfing”.

Although, in all honesty, most of my hits continue to be from this sketch and people in search of naked firefighters and pirate porn. Of which, shiver me timbers, I have none.

The spam just keeps on comin’. But y’know, I can’t think of any circumstances under which I’d be tempted to open “a special nice game” from someone named pottyscan2.

The weblog of Galactus, courtesy of Peter David’s weblog. (And a quick refresher course if you’re for some reason not familiar with the character.)

Wanna see sometimes blurry 360-degree Quicktime virtual reality movies of Penn State? You know that you do.