BAAAAA
7:42A

Elise found my inflatable sheep on eBay! Sheeposity got the better of me and I had to go lookin:

Here's Kathy swimming with her inflatable sheep.

At Syd's Shear Gladness there are links to everything you may or may not have known about sheep.

BLOGGED OUT
8:38A

I thought I got it worked outta my system yesterday, but here's more blog stuff (bingeandpurgebingeandpurge...):

Weblogs: A Personal Opinion. This guy's on top of it.

Power Bloggers. A list of the most active blogs.

About.com: How to Build a Blog. Quick and simple.

Eatonweb. See 'Roll Your Own' for several companies that let users build their own blogs.

Weblog Madness. Covers topics ranging from 'Psychology of...' to 'Weblog Resources'...to 'Roll Your Own'--popular title.

Swallowing Tacks. Nice people swallow. What can I say?

Fire Bad! Weblogs Good. A weblog that reviews other weblogs.

Kottke.Org. Nicely designed blog.

Precocious.Org. Warm and cozy blog.

Web Log Scoop Index. This site measures how often a web log beats other weblogs to a link. Hmmmm...I'll have to see where this one takes me.

BLOG RINGS
Blogsters.
Blog Girls Web Ring.
Wetlog-Linksluts Webring. Such a slutty attitude. I like it. ;)

HOPE IS A FOUR-LETTER WORD
9:30A
Joined www.dreamless.org discussion board today. Was drawn in by Jeffrey's topic, Keep Hope Alive.

12:40P
Continued Web Experiment No. 297: waiter.com. Ordered lunch from work at the LeBoulanger. This time I chose the cash option. When I went to pick up my order, it wasn't ready and I waited 10 more minutes. So it seems the advantage of emailing vs phoning in the order is that you get to see a menu and earn those waiter points. (I'm up to 13225 now which will get me...well, another 1775 and I can get a $5 gift certificate to Chili's.)

I went kinda crazy looking at blogs. It's something I had to get outta my system. I know they've been around for awhile, but I must've been cooking spaghetti or something. Now, tell me again how they differ from a Web journal?

I went to coolstop which led me to Vicious Thinks which led me to powazek... And somewhere along the way, I came across non-negative blogging; and that Cocky Bastard's blog; and shelbelle's new blog (she has to be a Michelle or Michele. ;)

LAZY BUTTS
...that we are, Honey and I decided to order breakfast online for the first time at www.waiter.com. There's a Coco's a few blocks away, and, yes, we could go down there and eat, but I haven't taken my shower yet and I'm working on my web pages, and we are so-o-o-o connected that we decided to make use of it.

So, Web Experiment No. 297 is now underway...
Registered...
Logged on with new User Name...
Coco delivers...oops, $80 minimum order...
back up...
Take Out Menu...
Funny they have like 'Sausage and Eggs - Add to Cart' (and yes, you can chose how you want your eggs).

For future reference, when you check out, you can have it ready for another time, or date even. After the order has been sent (you get a reference number), you can save it for later. Handy for those of us who are somewhat habitual in our eating. Well, the order's suppose to be ready by 11A. Let's see. ...10:44A

11:35A...
We arrived at Coco's (the card is in my name) at 11A and the order was ready. Next time Honey will put the card in his name. I mean, if I have to go too then that defeats the whole purpose. ;)

The food was hot. Everything went well. The only problem from a user viewpoint was that I had to fill in my credit card info (making sure to choose the 'secure' site), but I still had to give them my credit card when the food was picked up. Maybe waiter.com doesn't have a credit card authorization system in place.

WHY A SHEEP
Since 1981, I've been playing Dungeons & Dragons with the same bunch of rowdy hack 'n slashers. Most have gone on to get married/divorced and have begun sprouting offspring for D&D: The Next Generation.

Last year Herrick finally decided to make an honest woman of Heather in Reno. He asked me to be the Best Man (Thomas was the Made of Honor). Time was short for planning a bachelor party, but at lunch the day before we were to leave for Reno, I talked a co-worker into coming with me to the smut shop next to the Pink Poodle strip club to find an inflatable sheep.

The shop wasn't nearly as sleazy as I had envisioned, except what was that stuff the guy out front was scraping off the sidewalk? Eeeewww. The woman at the counter was friendly and helpful. Of course, I left her one of my Stupid Penis Tricks Calendars as I was leaving.