Ahhhhhh... so I have finally found some work.... I have been on this job search for months and it finally came down to me going to a temp agency to get hired on somewhere... it's a tough job market here and impossible job market in the real estate world... so I start tomorrow as..... the receiving manager at lumberyard/hardware-store/building supplier"

*fanfare*

Not a job I would have picked for myself but what the heck.... it will let me dig out of this financial hole I have buried myself in and it will get me out of the house and off the computer..... a good thing for me, indeed.. I've gotten lazy. I need a job that's going to make me bust my arse all week..... and then be too tired to get into much misadventure in my off time.

I will be busy. It's 45 hours a week... and it's an hour drive each way.....

so, alas my days as the ubiquitous Streamer are drawing to a close......

It's a blessing for me, no matter what the work is.

Cheers!

Ok. This is too cool!

Grab a piece of scrap paper...... You'll need it.

This little math test reveals alot about your soul and what makes you tick.

write down your birthday as a number ex. 09/21/1967...as

92167

then subtract the number of days left in this year.... how many is that?

Check a calendar... I know it's a pain... but this will be so worth it... I dont have a calendar here... sorry.

Ok. then add in the number of your siblings, past or present that you have...

Got that?

Good.

Now divide the whole thing by your current weight.

You will be amazed at what I will reveal to you about your resulting number in the comment section.

I'm sorry... I wish this was easier than having to do all this math but this was sent to me in an email and I couldnt get it to copy correctly for some reason.

Ok. After you figure up your answer (yes, you may use a calculator)

See you in the comment section!

WOOT!

Hi there my dour yet lovable Streamers!

It's time for another round of bad questions!

*fanfare*

1. Jordin or Blake?

2. Are you happy with your blogger feet?

3. Ever do the Macarena?

4. Ever made sweet love while at the circus?

5. Ever laugh and shoot a drink out your nostrils?

6. Can you play a musical instrument?

7. Ever been to Minnesota, aye?

Thanks for playing!

WOOT!

Um.... I was in the Hollow basement a little bit ago this morning and had found some random piece of garbage and had copied it, pasted it, edited it, added in the fluff to set it up, grabbed the mouse... was heading for submit... and!

The power went out.

Erasing all my hard work to slack off and mail it in for today...

It kinda made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

What's next?

Is lighting gonna strike the Blogstream mothership (which I assume is simply a Commodore 2000 sitting in Pioneer's garage) and completely wipe out the Hollow blog?

It could happen!

I'm tellin' ya!

Ya know...... I dont really know why I am tortured with thoughts like these...... Therapy might help...... might not at this point. *shrug*

I found this forgotten relic in the Hollow basement.... from last Summer....

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Dammit!!!!!!!!

Them dang blasted baboons showed up again last night!

First, they ransacked my kitchen looking for "Little Debbie" and when I tried to explain to them she was just a snack cake, they tied me up and forced me to listen to them sing the chorus of "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!" over and over again while they shaved my body and rolled me up in olive oil and then repeatedly shot me down one of those nifty "slip and slides" for the kiddos in the front yard.

Oh, the humanity!

Then they took turns squatting over my face while they forced me to recite the lyrics to the Barney theme song in Yiddish while some of them took turns throwing the fine china at poor Secret, who they had forced to wear a beaver turban, and who was running around the room like she was playing dodgeball while the precious china smashed against the wall.

I finally convinced them that there were better targets to vandalize over in the next hollow so they all piled into my car and took off down the road speeding and weaving on and off the pavement IN REVERSE!!!

What the hell do I tell my insurance agent about this???