Some funny unintentional URL mishaps. #9 is my favorite.

1. A site called ‘Who Represents‘ where you can find the name of the agent who represents a celebrity. Their domain name… wait for it… is www.whorepresents.com

2. Experts Exchange, a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views at www.expertsexchange.com

3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at www.penisland.net

4. Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at www.therapistfinder.com

5. Then of course, there’s the Italian Power Generator company… www.powergenitalia.com

6. And now, we have the Mole Station Native Nursery, based in New South Wales: www.molestationnursery.com

7. If you’re looking for computer software, there’s always www.ipanywhere.com

8. Welcome to the First Cumming Methodist Church. Their website is www.cummingfirst.com

9. Then, of course, there’s these brainless art designers, and their whacky website: www.speedofart.com

10. Want to holiday in Lake Tahoe? Try their brochure website at www.gotahoe.com

Blurker (BLUR-kur): n.
1. One who reads many blogs but leaves no evidence (such as comments) of themselves behind; a silent, passive observer of blogs.
2. One who reads many blogs but has no blog of their own; a blog-watcher or blog voyeur.

I know who you are.

Here are some pictures I took down at the Twilight Criterium last saturday. I got bored with watching these guys going around in circles pretty quickly, but the breeze they brought with them as they zoomed by was refreshing, considering it was one quazillion degrees that evening.

So I was out to lunch with my dad and he was telling me how when he worked at a big company and they'd take the corporate jet somewhere, they could sometimes talk the pilots into doing barrel rolls and loops and all sorts of cool tactical fighting manuevers. I thought how rad that would be. He also said that the pilots would call the corporate jet an "executive delivery tube."

We then got on the subject of my grandfather, who was a doctor. He delivered the first daughter of the Lear guy who started Lear Corporation, makers of fine executive delivery tubes. This guy obviously ruled because he named his first daughter "Shanda." Her name is Shanda Lear. You can't make that shit up.

1. I got a new camera. I think it is pretty sweet so far. Still figuring it out though. It's a Sony DSC-H5. It looks like this.

2. I was thinking...there is only one person stupider than the girl who tries to convince the guy she's with that those HPV warts on her "whathaveyou" are from cancer treatment. That person is, of course, the guy who believes her. C'mon...

I am sorry, but you are going to have to try harder than that to lay my fears to rest Lynda Carter.

Me, last weekend (while flailing my arms around to accentuate my agitated tone): "Oh yeah...cancer. Sure! Next you are going to tell me you flew all night to get here in an invisible pla..[whack!]... Um... Wow... Hey, sorry I ever doubted your story. Let's do this. What? In the plane? Oh, okay!"

3. My life has taken a turn for the comical lately. The latest proof is the new neighbors I have at the office. For those of you who are too "swamped" to come visit me (even once), the way the building is set up is basically like glorified cubicles. I have my own office with a door and lock and all that, but the ceiling is open air. That means sounds, smells and other things can easily transfer from office to office. For the most part everyone is pretty quiet and my headphones help out when it gets a little noisy. However, my new neighbors have disrupted the nice sonic climate to which I have become accustomed. So, "what kind of business is it that has you reeling?" you may be asking. They are auctioneers. Yes, auctioneers. The "Do I heartentenhayatentendoihearfifteenfifteenayahumanahummana" kind of auctioneer. It rules. I'll try to record some of it so you can hear it. It's remarkable.

4. A game I have been playing a little this afternoon.

[Update: they took the game from #4 down; I am looking for another site that has it. It had a Zidane image you could control with your mouse and you'd move him around and headbutt as many Italians as you could before you got red carded. It was fun. Looking...]

i'm becoming less defined as days go by
fading away
well you might say i'm losing focus
kind of drifting in the abstract
in terms of how i see myself
sometimes i think i can see right through myself
sometimes i think i can see right through myself
(sometimes I can see right through myself)

less concerned about fitting into the world
your world that is
Because it doesn't really matter anymore
no it doesn't really matter anymore
none of this really matters anymore

yes i am alone
but then again i always was
as far back as i can tell i think maybe its because
because you were never really real to begin with
i just made you up to hurt myself
i just made you up to hurt myself
yeah, and i just made you up to hurt myself
i just made you up to hurt myself
yeah, and i just made you up to hurt myself
and it worked
yes it did

there is no you there is only me
there is no you there is only me
there is no fucking you there is only me
there is no fucking you there is only me
only
only
only
only

well the tiniest little dot caught my eye and it turned out to be a scab
and i had this funny feeling like i just knew it's something bad
i just couldn't leave it alone
picking at that scab
there is a doorway trying to seal itself shut
but i climbed through
now i am somewhere i am not supposed to be
and i can see things i know i really shouldn't see
and now i know why, now
now i know why things aren't as pretty on the inside

there is no you there is only me
there is no you there is only me
there is no fucking you there is only me
there is no fucking you there is only me
only
only
only
only
only
only
only
only

Never afraid to kick a man when he is dead, I encourage you to take a look at this article about Ken Lay. I won't hammer on this too long, but I find it remarkable how much power the Bush administration really has over the media. A convicted serial corporate scandal conspirator who ruined the lives of millions of investors who trusted him? Sure. But a really great guy nonetheless, according to this article. Now, I am all for mourning and putting someone in a favorable light when they die (what about when they commit suicide because they are too chicken to live the rest of their life in jail for a crime they committed?), but I don't think it is appropriate to rewrite history. Many people (i.e. Steven Colbert, a real journalist) believe that Bush has a squadron of historians waiting in the wings to rewrite the country's recollection of his administration. It appears to me that he told them to practice up on this Lay thing.

This afternoon I got really lazy, which means I left work to come home and work instead. Some of the perks about working from home include: 1) peace, 2) quiet, 3) the sun, 4) the pool, 5) toys for the pool, including scuba gear like fins, goggles and snorkles, a floatie thing with a palm tree and sunset on it (with cupholders) and an inflatable alligator that I float on, 6) wireless internet access that reaches out to the pool, and 7) lots of sunscreen for my pasty white skin while I enjoy the previously-mentioned perks. Needless to say, work was enjoyable today. I listened to my iPod while noodling ideas back and forth with Cartwright (the alligator) and reading a great book I found called The Cluetrain Manifesto (it's about the internet, so don't go looking at it in hopes of finding the next (or first) great novel of your life. For that, go here.

I actually got a fair share done. Hell, I even got a blog post in.

It's a movie I watched this weekend. It is about denial, guilt, depression, bitterness, forgiveness and understanding (with a little bit of sex, drugs, "rock and roll" and dark humor thrown in for effect). In other words, it's right up my alley. Zooey Deschanel plays a girl who basically ran away to New York City (how novel, right?) because her famous writer parents ignored her her entire life. She comes home because a lady in New York wants to buy some letters that her mom left her before she died. I won't ruin it by telling you any more. Check it out if you are in the mood fore something a little bit different than the usual Will Ferrell movie (who is awesome in this movie by the way, albeit a little out of his element).