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Well, I’m still here. Whether that will be true at the end of the day remains to be seen.

This is the first Rebecca Gayheart article I’ve read that didn’t refer to her as the “Noxema girl”. Unfortunately this incident didn’t do a lot to dispel my image of her as your average Hollywood airhead bimbo.

Recently Matt was reminiscing about vintage high school and community theater production T-shirts. I’ve probably got half a dozen myself, so as an experiment I’ve set up a CafePress store. There’s only one design at present, and I’ve priced it at cost so I’m not making a profit. I know that 99% of the population could care less. But for you theater nerds, whaddaya think? Wouldn’t you like to have a shirt from a completely random production?

It’s pretty bad here. Every five minutes we hear another name, and several of them have been gasp-worthy “No, no him!” type events. Nobody’s doing any work. I’m not even sure if the people on my team have survived. Most of the people who’ve been laid off are already down at the pub. A lot of the bastards are happy. I’ve been hearing that the redundancy package is pretty sweet. Frustratingly, the Snook and I have heard nothing. We’re debating on volunteering, despite the fact that it wasn’t publicly offered. We’ll see how it goes.

Yahoo Serious, the Australian actor responsible for this comic gem is apparently suing Yahoo! for infringing upon his trademark. This is hilarious. Snookums (a big fan) just commented, “When he forces them to hand the site over, I’ll be his IT dude.”

This cheered me up. It’s a true story about the men aboard a German warship showing solidarity with their American Naval friends a few weeks ago.

The rumors swirling for the past few days have solidified. The e-mail from the company president has arrived. A “significant number” of people are going to get canned over the next few days. *crossing fingers* Australia, here we come!

Well, we finally managed to find some Dublin accommodation. It’s pricy… but the place looks really nice. I’m always torn between the student impulse to spend £14 for a cot in a room with 20 other people and the adult desire to have an en suite bath and full breakfast in the morning. What do you choose?

My University newspaper has a new column where a priest answers questions about Catholicism. This week’s entries are about holy water and pornography. Interesting.

(I think he left out a very important argument in his porn answer. The biggest objection I have to it is simply that by consuming it, you’re contributing to an industry that thrives on the degradation of women. Whether it’s morally right or not, you’re putting dollars in the pockets of rich old men and ensuring that further generations of women are forced into the sex industry to support themselves. There, that’s my rant for the day.)

Good God. Never ever try to book a spur-of-the-moment trip to Dublin. I can’t find a hotel room anywhere. Unless a miracle happens, we’re gonna end up sharing a dorm room with eighteen scruffy backpackers.