Soon

Coming soon...

New Website

End of an era?

Looks like its just going to be easier for me to get my own domain and keep things going from there.

Target start date 1 Jan.

Will post the new addy here.

Blogger blocked at work

Blogger and all websites containing blog as keywords, meta tags, etc have been blocked at the place I work. I am currenty deciding whether or not to swith to wordpress as it currently is not blocked.


-Ben

Further down the rabbit hole...

What started as a post about OJ's book deal has now devolved into a Ben-debunking-the-conspiracy-theorists over on Thought Mechanics. Come join in the fun.

Wierd dreams and tacky apologies...

Apparently my apology last post was slightly tacky. Perhaps more than slightly. On a scale from zero to Hooters it got a 4.

In keeping with the theme;

"If large chested women work at Hooters, where do the one-legged chicks work?"

"IHOP"

Five dollars Emo-Mikey and Chad tell that joke 100 times before tomorrow. Brandon thank Moody for me.

Then kill him for that damn Krispy Kreme calander he sent me.

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So last night I had this wierd dream. I worked at a pizza joint in Toronto owned by Ramyi and Fil--called Dough Raymi--it was kind of a music themed joint. Lots of bloggers worked there. Chad got fired for not paying for the scotch he was guzzling of the tap. Tony Pierce stood outside with a funny sign and danced. Come to think of it, I don't think he was paid for that.


More tomorrow, if I can think of it.

A year ago today on the brightblog...

Edit: Is Chuck back?


I didn't write a damn thing.

Here, however, is something written the next day.

A piece from the period sometimes referred to as the "golden age" on this blog. More often though it isn't. It was an era where I posted a crappy entry every other day, rather than say, every other week or month as has been the norm lately.

The piece is also a work of pure fiction, as has been many of the things read here over the year and a half of its existence. Though most of you know that, thanks to one embittered former reader, whose response in revealing much of what they did was only in response to an overload of my ficticious nature. To her I gracefully owe an apology.

To you the reader I probably owe some too, though probably too many to specifically give, so I will sum them all up in one.

I'm sorry.

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Good times. I always liked feel good moments. Do you, the reader, feel better now? I do. If you don't please leave a comment, with your name and/or blogging alias and a clearly, properly punctuated response stating what I can do for you.

Odds are good I won't, but it'll be out there if I ever get around to it.

No monies will be paid out unless they are already owed, unto which they will be paid as soon as I am able.

Which, as we all know with me, takes forever.

Sorry again.

Bridget///Erin///"The Don"