Took Amy to Malibu Grand Prix yesterday. 6 laps is definitely enough. My left butt cheek hurts today.

You can't go wrong with a domain name like deliciousbutt. Pants off to you!

Interesting way to spam someone: email them about a broken link on their site, then offer them your service (for a fee) to keep checking. Kinda creepy.

My birthday is going better. Had a phine lunch that included a birthday beer from Andrea. That's love. Unrequested beer when I needed it most.

Stopped at home to give Alice her new allergy pill. We didn't have any cottage cheese, so I put it in peanut butter. She looked exactly like the dog in the milk commercial, couldn't stop licking. It was *so* worth it.

Just when I think my life sucks, I find this:Infant Peddled on Videotape. I hope this little girl never finds out that her dad tried to sell her for $60k.

Why is that adopting a kid today costs about $20k, but sperm only costs $300?

My lovely co-workers did a nice job decorating my door in a South Park theme. Thanks!

Things are looking up, I'm about to head to a phine birthday lunch with parts of the crowd from the good old days of Beyond, and of course the visiting dignitary, Amy. I'm sure to consume some green beer.

When I was little, I had stellar birthdays, with parties and all the trimmings. When I was a teenager, birthdays were full of angst. Being adopted, I would spend my birthday thinking of the mystery woman who had shared this day with me, then entrusted me to my family and dropped out of our lives. I'd wonder where she was, what she was doing, if she thought about me. I'd get so caught up in this long-distance drama that I'd often end up in tears, unable to celebrate because I was so worried that she was out there somewhere and sad on my account.

These days, I know who she is, where she is, and that in fact she is thinking of me. In fact I got a really stellar gift from her! Just knowing that she knows I'm okay makes it easy to stop the melodrama and enjoy my birthday once again. So hey, thanks for sharing this day with me 27 years ago, and for trusting my parents to do right by me. And for the genetic predisposition to fart jokes. Now *that's* a legacy!

Some birthday. I've already had a fight with Andrea, (we made up, though) then got to listen to my mom tell me that I've made her life miserable since she only adopted Ben (the new dog) because she wanted make me happy. Now that things are more hectic since he's home, (and they've tried to return him twice) she's decided that everything wrong in her life is my fault.

Yeah, happy fucking birthday to me.

Amy is on her way. Through the miracle of the Internet, I can see that she's at 31000 feet and her speed is 419 knots. I love the Web.

Finally found a soprano sax that I have a shot at getting on ebay. I won't link to it, don't want to jinx it, but it's a beauty. I'm so stoked but trying desperately not to get my hopes up.

I think I'd like one of these for my birthday. (size XL please) Hard to believe I'm going to be 27 in 2 days. It's like I'm really a grownup. Or something.

In honor of Amy's impending arrival via a priceline ticket, here's a lovely tribute to William Shatner.

If she doesn't get red carpet treatment at rock bottom prices, I'll call Mr. Shatner himself!

You can't make up headlines like this: Hajj pilgrims prepare for ritual stoning of devil.

Who-eee! A new look. Not that I had time to do it, but once I get started, it's hard to stop.

Found a really interesting blog from a lesbian writer. She's way ahead of me in rejections, I'd better start submitting more writing to catch up.

Yes, I changed the name of my blog. Why? Because I can. Unlike work, where I have to worry about diluting the brand, changing the name of my blog doesn't affect my market share.

It's also freeing to know that I can design my own sites to be as cheesy as I want. After all, they're my stuff, not professional stuff that the stockholders are going to be scrutinizing.

I wonder if the guy in the office next to mine can hear me fart.

I'm so looking forward to Amy's arrival tomorrow. Not only did her ticket come through William Shatner, we're sure to have a weekend full of drunken debauchery. It all starts with my birthday party Friday (no gift required, just be ready for some frozen girlie drinks), then we're off to Reno for free drinks at the one-armed bandits. I can't wait!

If these kids saw the virgin mary in the Coke machine instead of a busty woman, they'd call it a miracle.

It's so easy to type eee instead of www. Maybe there should be a new set of domain names starting with eee.

Who knew that My Little Pony and porn stars shared the same names? See how many you know here.

One day at beyond, we were all a little loopy and conducted a meeting where we called each other only by our porn names. (according to this method, it's the name of your first pet and the first street you lived on) Mine is Daisy Essex, the best ones were Nibbles Chilton and Chickens Johnson.

I've been trying to buy a decent soprano sax on ebay for a while and keep getting outbid to a point where I don't think it's worth it. I'm so ready to have one so it's driving me crazy.

This seems kinda cool, but like so many other sites out there, it's way too complicated for me.

I must confess that I love Reno and Vegas. Filled to the brim with cheesiness, they are everything that America can be. Non-stop action and tacky rooms. Ahh, the stuff of life.

Thatched huts!

While Amy is here this weekend, we're headed to Reno. Originally this was going to be for the day, but my brother has volunteered to Alice-sit so we're staying at the lovely Atlantis Casino Resort, which has thatched huts!

Ever wondered what's happening in the exciting world of clogging?

For the love of Julie is the creepiest, most addictive creepy thing I've seen in a while.

The other day I went to a beyond alumni party. Two VPs were leaving and had this classy bash. It was like a high school reunion, but better because the people I worked with at beyond knew me as a more fully-formed person than the kids I went to high school with.

Amy found this lovely site instead of blogger:Carl�s Clogging Supplies.

How I found this, I'm not sure but I couldn't help linking to it.

FYI: Did you know that it's illegal to withold a reference from a former employee based on what that employee thinks or says about the company?

Quote from Andrea: stop trying to send me your toilet!

My IM icon is a lovely animated toilet. Tee hee.

Still at work. I just took a moment to enthusiastically zone out, I think it paid off. I feel refreshed.

Taking Alice to the vet today. She has a lump on her foot that keeps growing. Part of being a 10 year old dog does entail various lumps and bumps, but after my mom's dog was diagnosed with terminal cancer last year, I'll go the extra mile to get each and every one checked out.

Trying to work and stuff but I'm in a holding pattern while the (most excellent) COO runs my site past the board. I'm sure I'll have to change everything after they talk.

The COO is excellent because she said to me "at a certain point, we have to get out of your way and let you do what we hired you to do." Which is all I've ever wanted. After that, I've vowed to follow this woman in any direction she chooses.

Amy asked me to update the link to her site to include her new fames. There ya go, missie!

Had a little karmic goodness last night. We went to the Pho place for dinner. At the table next to us was a fine lesbian policewoman, fully decked out in both her police and lesbian uniforms, so all the world knew exactly what she was. The white trash family across from us noted her appearance and laughed as she left the resturant. Classy.

Even classier -- when they went to pay their $25 tab, their credit card was denied!!! The trashy parents had to beg the trashy kids for money, they all got flustered and embarrassed. Who knew that karma could work that fast?

I am so in love with ebay. Where else can you find an LP of PROSTITUTES, PIMPS, HOMOSEXUALS?