So anyway…

Tom Cruise is even less popular than Saddam Hussein.
 
The Mission Impossible star was voted the person people would least like to go camping overnight with in a recent poll.
 
The actor took a massive 41 per cent of the vote in the survey, conducted by Stuff magazine, ahead of the Iraqi dictator.

Auto-generated, possibly related posts:

1. Study Finds Pattern in Drivers Who Ignore Cellphone Laws
2. Why stock scammers are losing the game
3. The Cruise
4. Photos from the World’s Greatest Shave Event

I like Oprah. I don’t like Tom Cruise. But I did get a laugh out of this movie.

Auto-generated, possibly related posts:

1. Band Just Notices That Run DMC Sampled Their Song Twenty Years Ago; Files Lawsuit
2. The Cruise
3. Speaking of Tom Cruise…
4. Photos from the World’s Greatest Shave Event

I just took this pregnancy test and it seems I’m pregnant, I’m going to have a green eyed baby boy with black hair, and the father of the child is Bill Clinton. Amazing what they can do on the net these days, isn’t it?

Auto-generated, possibly related posts:

1. Pregnant pause
2. Neurotypical Syndrome
3. Dressy Ups
4. Cat on a cold tile roof

I’m going to have to put a CAPCHA (Completely Automated Public Turing Test to Tell Computers and Humans Apart) on my mailforms. I keep getting automated spam for all kinds of complete crap. I’ve started banning IP addresses (because my mailform tells me the precise IP address the mail came from, making it easy to do), but I can’t keep doing that indefinitely.

It’s ticking me off, it really is.

And it’s not even that my mail isn’t filtered, because it certainly is. It’s that when I see the header from a mailform I instantly recognize it and, previously, I was able to know what it was about AND that it wasn’t spam. Now I can tell it’s spam (because they’re idiots and make it obvious even before I’ve opened the message), but it’s caught in my spam trap or something and I have to retrieve it. These idiot moron sleaze bastards are robbing me of my most precious commodity, time. They’re also stealing something I can’t really afford to lose, and that’s patience (I’ve got precious little of that and I need it, dammit).

So, I hereby put a curse on anyone and everyone who sends spam through any of my mailforms. May the annoyance and irritation that you willfully inflict on others return to you threefold. So be it. (Hey, it could work.)

Auto-generated, possibly related posts:

1. Broken mailform
2. 10,000 messages and counting
3. Moron or just plain strange?
4. Give me a ring sometime…
5. Diary of a Spammed Housewife

Auto-generated, possibly related posts:

1. Band Just Notices That Run DMC Sampled Their Song Twenty Years Ago; Files Lawsuit
2. Just a slightly rude (but not dirty) joke
3. Words to Live By
4. Andrew, then and now

The 2006 Stupidest FanFic Writer Award Gets Retired Early

Auto-generated, possibly related posts:

1. Once a plagiarist, always a plagiarist…
2. Andrew, then and now
3. Dressy Ups
4. Tales from the Mouse Keeper

This collection of words is fascinating reading. Lots of pages, but lots of interesting stuff to read!

Auto-generated, possibly related posts:

1. Where can I find a really challenging “Word of the Day”?
2. Eyes for Lies
3. One Word
4. EEK! Lawyers are following me!

Nobody actually tagged me. I just felt like doing it.

Where Was I One Year Ago?
Living the same place I am now, out four days a week for play group, early intervention, and two kids in pre-school (on different days).

Where Was I Five Years Ago?
Living in the city (okay, technically, in one of the inner suburbs, but still REALLY close to the heart of the city of Melbourne), trying to conceive (made Miranda within a few weeks). Andrew was working from home for an American company, and therefore sharing my office, which I found…. uncomfortable (I love him, but I don’t love sharing an office with him).

Where Was I Ten Years Ago?
Teetering on the edge of sanity, floundering through a complete breakdown. Seriously, desperately, profoundly unhappy. Not very sane, very, very unstable and very, very unwell. (Ended up in the psych ward at the end of the year, in fact.)

Auto-generated, possibly related posts:

1. Oh, fun, a meme!
2. Marvellous Melbourne in Daily Pictures
3. My kind of town
4. Look where I am!
5. Into the city