This post is dated for the future because I want it to stay at the top of the blog until we have a “winner”.
Our kickball team name last fall left a bit to be desired in terms of subtle intimidation, comedic effect or that thing that holds my eternal love and admiration: the double entendre.
Suggest a name, the winner will get something - I haven’t decided what yet, but it’ll be good.
Let me know how you ladies do: Intelligence Test
Me? I’m an exceptionally lazy genius, so I scored the minimum to make the grade and quit. 
**UPDATE**
Not to be beaten by a boy…ever…I went ahead and punched out a few more.
Kissy boo x2.
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Final update for the day…28. Because.
Google Reader: not-so-much.
I’m not a fan of blog aggregators, I prefer to visit the sites of the people I know so I can *feel* their personality via what they’ve done with site design, layout, etc. I use Bloglines at random, but I always feel like I’ve cheated when I do.
Don’t know what I’m talking about? What year is it? Ok, I’ll take it easy on you -
An aggregator or news aggregator is a type of software that retrieves syndicated Web content that is supplied in the form of a web feed (RSS, Atom and other XML formats), and that are published by weblogs, podcasts, vlogs, and mainstream mass media websites. - Wikipedia
Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Google introduced their own reader and I just can’t get excited about it. The same ability to navigate with one keystroke (vs ctrl + ____ ) just as Bloglines and no doubt various other readers provides, it’s just as weak as all the rest and if it’s just the same to you, I’ll visit your site old school. I’m really surprised Google didn’t hit this one out of the park with a new feature no one else offers. Maybe I’m missing something? You know I have the attention span of a hamster on crack…if I’m not in love with it in 3 minutes, I’m never going to be. Maybe it’s because I don’t use the tools to cull for new stories and world tragedies. Who knows.
Now for my big *however*. I will point out that readers/blog subscription sites enable those of you who either a) fear the NSFW-ness of my site or b) are visiting from places of higher learning and being kept down by THE MAN (aka are blocked) the freedom to visit my site unafraid. So you’ve got that goin’ for ya. Which is nice.
Want to feed me? http://www.maigh.com/atom.xml
From the “why the hell didn’t I think of that” files, this site blatantly stolen from a post on Craig’s List…
The batteries that exist to fuel my camera are always crapping out at the most inopportune time. I haven’t put the effort into determining if it’s the amount of camera use that gobbles them up or if they’re (the battery manufacturers) out to get me in general. Either way, I’m contemplating selling the rest of the photo collection (see upper right hand corner) on-line to raise funds for a new camera and some other new gadgets. Discuss amongst yourselves.
Now, where were we? Oh yes. Me.
One of the many passive ways I give back to mankind is this: I’m the first to recognize when I’m being a bitch, and always make an effort during these times to keep myself away from the public.
This exact set of circumstances presented itself when I was due to make an appearance with the rest of the gang (ala atlbloggers.net) at Trader Vic’s for the APWBWGTTD Blogiversary last week. Eyewitness testimony and photographic evidence indicates a good time was had by those in attendance, even sans yours truly.
While the blogging kids that make Atlanta go round were throwing back adult beverages, I decided sushi and sake would serve as corrective action for my ‘tude. I rang up my old pal Paulie (who I knew was also bagging the event) to tell him I was headed for Ru Sans with a book and my anablog and that he was welcome to join me if he wished. Always a gentlemen willing to respond to a damsel in distress, he showed up on time with a smile and a kind heart. We shared a meal, mocked the youngsters dropping sake-bombs, and caught up on the mating habits of our peers. Hell, he even let me crush his head with my chopsticks.
On a totally unrelated note, you may lie awake at night asking yourself how many puters a 30-something gal who lives solo in a 2br/1.5ba full of books, pictures, candles and memories needs to survive. I know you do, and it’s ok. The answer: three.
One in the kitchen – used to pay bills, blog, pay bills, email and pay bills.
One in the bedroom – used as the worlds most expensive night light and oh yeah, iPod updater.
One that keeps me company to and from the office and doesn’t get looked at on the weekend…unless.
I bought a life on eBay last week, but it hasn’t shown up yet.
Giddy.
Ok, so I might whine a smidge when we have a nippy morning or a cold snap, but I still think I made the right choice.
I write, you read. It's a clean and simple relationship.
