Sorry Sorry Sorry But I Gotta Be Brief

(It's a line from a song...if you can tell me the title of that song or the artist, two points for you.)

So this is a poll, a semi-public poll.

Scenario: You are not married. You have been dating your significant other for about a year and a half.

Question: How often do you speak to him/her? How often do you email? Text message? Instant message?

Related question: How often do you see each other?

This inquiring mind wants to know. Comments or email is welcome. Thanks!

Discovery of the day

Pepsi Edge (full flavor, 50% less sugar) tastes like nothing.

What I mean to say is, it has no taste.

I feel the carbonation, but I taste...well...nothing.

Full flavor my ass.

I SUCK at posting on this blog

Totally suck. Not entirely my fault - have actually had a lot of work to do lately.

My not posting doesn't mean everything is great in my life - nor is it terrible. I'm sort of in the middle, I guess. Just haven't had time to sit at work and think about what I'd really like to say, that's all.

I'm going to see a psychiatrist in a couple weeks to reevaluate my taking Prozac. I'll keep ya updated. Or I'll keep myself updated, anyway. I doubt anyone reads me anymore!

Anyway, got a lot to do - got to run. Miss you all.

Kisses.

Friday's Quote

And Now For Something Really Gnu, Here's Gary Gnu!

"No gnews is good gnews with Gary. Gnu." ~ Gary Gnu, of "The Great Space Coaster" fame

Oh, and if you're too young to remember Gary Gnu or The Great Space Coaster, you can bite me.

A Public Service Announcement

People, people, people.

Your vehicle is not an invisible shield. As you sit inside your vehicle, you do not become invisible.

I just thought maybe I should clear that up, considering that on my way to work this morning (a seven mile drive) I saw three, count 'em, THREE guys (in three different vehicles) all picking their noses.

No, of course this isn't some sort of new phenomenon, and of course I don't think it's really news I'm sharing here. I just thought I'd mention it for those in the crowd who may have stuck their fingers so far up there that they accidentally picked some brain matter out while digging for gold.

Again: cars = not invisible shields.

Carry on.