FlasshePoint

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Hooray For The WGA Strike

Day 12 of National Blog Posting Month (Day 14 of consecutive daily posts) and I’m hurting. Even though I’ve got the day off for Veteran’s Day, there’s a lot to do and I’m starting to fall behind and run out of topics. Plus the next several days are going to be really hectic.
Hey, [...]

The Fu(nky)ture Ain’t What It Used To Be

In the comments to yesterday’s post, Lurker ZuzuT said: I would like to hear your opinion of the recent changes at Funky Winkerbean. I was disturbed that the one-armed girl is now married to the comic book guy.
Good question! That is so totally unrealistic. Everyone knows that comic book store owners (not to [...]

When Is A Law Not A Law?

It occurs to me I didn’t say anything about the elections this week. There’s not much to say. My local city had a contentious mayor’s race for once. We barely escaped having a teenage mayor. Okay, so she isn’t actually a teenager, but she’s damn close (26). She was basically running [...]

Reach Out and Grope Someone

Got this from InfK a few days ago:
Speaking of alternate channels of communication, let me suggest a blog post topic for your next slow-news-day – how do folks keep in touch these days? For years, amongst my peeps, “everyone” was on AoL-IM (and to an extent, the Usenet newsgroup that bound us all together). [...]

This Is Not My Beautiful Blog

Now for another session of my favorite game, “How did you get here?” I love to look at the logs and see what search terms unknown surfers used to find my site. This is also a great NaBloPoMo filler post – easy to write and it satiates the appetite.
Infuriatingly, the #1 search term continues [...]

Infernal Beeping

Pet Peeve of the Day: Okay, I’m getting really tired of this. Someone keeps hijacking my wireless temperature sensors. First, it was the magic clock (the outside temperature display on my atomic clock always reads something real, even though I never hooked up the remote transmitter; obviously it is picking it up from a [...]

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