I did that Acrophonology thing brigita recommended. It was mostly crap, but check out this sentence from the analysis of my first name: “You enjoy being stroked verbally and physically.” Ewwww. I feel icky.

This is a really cool web application that maps the distribution of your surname across the United States. Not surprisingly, Kentucky is the jackpot as far as “Howards” are concerned.

My free ISP has crashed one too many times. You may experience some disruption in web-goddess‘s service over the next few days… I’m movin’ to a new home!

I was checking my referrers and found a new blog called eremophobia. The owner implemented my comments system!

Huh. I was just reading an article at Fametracker that mentioned the actress Bijou Phillips, who was in “Almost Famous”. I just finally saw that film on the airplane back from Australia, so I went to the IMDb to see which groupie she was. Imagine my surprise, then, to be reading through the trivia section and see references to a section of the movie (a near plane crash?) that I didn’t even see. I guess they must’ve cut it so people who don’t like flying wouldn’t get freaked out. Have you seen the movie? What happens in the scene?

Salon’s article about McDonald’s and mad cow disease really turned my stomach. For the past year and a half I’ve been congratulating myself on not giving in to paranoia and fear (I bought some hamburger just last night to make chili… yum!), but even I begin to crack when faced with phrases like “mechanically recovered meat.” Tell me again why I should be a vegetarian, brigita?

Tube strike! Stuff like this makes me happy I live within walking distance of work.

Snookums and I were discussing this experiment at AOL London today. Apparently all clocks and watches were covered up to see if people would work more efficiently when they weren’t stressing about how much time they had to finish their tasks. Unfortunately I don’t think such a thing would work for me. Ever since college, I’ve had a pathological inability to get anything done unless I have a deadline staring me in the face. (Which reminds me, check out my new watch!)

I was just chatting with my mom on IM and expressing my disgust at the fact that Dubya is apparently going to give this year’s commencement address at ND. She responded with the perfect encapsulation of what I hope 50% of the American public are currently thinking:

Mom: yeh, well, he’s kinda turning into a weenie or else I was pretty blind before

Ahh, the remorse of the Republican voter. Is it too early to start chanting “Gore in ’04”?

Do you watch EastEnders? Do you hate Phil Mitchell? Now you can shoot him yourself. (Unfortunately I keep hitting Pauline.)