Wednesday, February 06, 2002
I got hit in the head with the message bottle |5:32 PM|
Spam. spam, Spam. That's all I get in my mailbox anymore. I should harass some people. Maybe their lawyers will like me.
Someone found this page by searching for the file name of a pictogram. They were surprised to find this E/N crap, and wasn't sure if it was me or not. "Sounds like Cecil, kind of look's like Cecil's style..." they then clicked the about link, and though the picture looked almost nothing like they remember me, they knew that it could only be one person. Once again, my about page kicks ass.
I'd forgotten a lot of what
Cecil Adams had taught me. I'm still working my way through the archives, there's a lot of catching up to do. However, to quote an ex-girlfriend who watched me devour an entire P.J. O'Rourke book on a flight to Florida "Geez Cecil, you read
fast!. Yeah, toots, and it's expensive as hell.
How
green eyes are actually caused by fat cells. That article also covers eyes changing colors. I have a friend (a nemesis, I should say) who's eyes change color seasonally. Or at least they did, I don't know if he's even still alive. The bastard.
I knew I wasn't the only person who had heard of
Penile Fracture
My parents used to use
anti-static dryer sheets on my head, since they could never ever get my hair to be straight. Now I have a very short haircut and issues with doing the drying.
Where'd all the
Antimatter go?
And now, for a non Cecil Adams link, the definition of
piquant
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//That should close up the previous year.
///Say this is the swap from 2001 to 2002, that should close up the 2001 links.
///Problem is, we also need to close up the final month links too.
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