A recent search string:
i want to fuck tanya memme
I can't say that I blame you, but a search engine isn't really going to help you achieve that goal.
Showing posts with label tanya memme. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tanya memme. Show all posts
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
Keyword Kraziness: Kreepy Edition
I've gotten a few hits from people looking for nude pictures of Megan Lee Ethridge, the chick with the amazing abs from that couple of really crappy movies I watched recently.
Technically, she is topless in the picture I posted of her to illustrate the tightness of her body, but she's also literally topless, as you can't actually see much of anything above her (amazing) abdomen.
Regardless, you're not going to find any other pictures of her (nude or otherwise) here - unless I do some drawings of her, which I may - because this isn't that sort of site.
There are plenty of sites like that on the Web, though, and they shouldn't be hard to find, or to recognize in the summary provided with the search results.
For the record, I found the pictures I have of her on Usenet. Usenet is older than the Web, yet so few people seem to realize what a resource it is for things like pictures (and pretty much anything else you can imagine). So my advice? Do a search for Usenet, read up on it, and then sign up with Easy News.
If it weren't for Easy News, I probably wouldn't have to be clearing files off my hard drive.
Barring making use of Usenet, though, I would at least recommend that if you're looking for images you actually, oh, I don't know, try an image search.
Like this one. (Hey look: that search leads to nude pictures of Megan Lee Ethridge! Why, using the image search actually provided me with images! Who'd have thunk it?)
Anyway, on with the rest of the search strings (excluding the standard Giada searches) that have been leading people astray (i.e. here) lately:
is there any nude photos of tanya memme?
Not here.
jessica alba nipple grocery
Wait, you can buy Jessica Alba nipples at the grocery store?
herman beeftink
Ah, Herman Beeftink, the man behind the music for most every softcore porn ever aired on Cinemax. It's been so long since I've been treated to your award-losing sounds.
latex catsuit sold in virginia united states
I suspect the seeker is someone who probably shouldn't wear one. Anyway, do you have to actually buy it in Virginia? Can't you just order one, like from this site?
Extra really fucking creepy and disgusting bonus search string:
how to have sex with your mom
And with that, I am officially at a loss for words.
Technically, she is topless in the picture I posted of her to illustrate the tightness of her body, but she's also literally topless, as you can't actually see much of anything above her (amazing) abdomen.
Regardless, you're not going to find any other pictures of her (nude or otherwise) here - unless I do some drawings of her, which I may - because this isn't that sort of site.
There are plenty of sites like that on the Web, though, and they shouldn't be hard to find, or to recognize in the summary provided with the search results.
For the record, I found the pictures I have of her on Usenet. Usenet is older than the Web, yet so few people seem to realize what a resource it is for things like pictures (and pretty much anything else you can imagine). So my advice? Do a search for Usenet, read up on it, and then sign up with Easy News.
If it weren't for Easy News, I probably wouldn't have to be clearing files off my hard drive.
Barring making use of Usenet, though, I would at least recommend that if you're looking for images you actually, oh, I don't know, try an image search.
Like this one. (Hey look: that search leads to nude pictures of Megan Lee Ethridge! Why, using the image search actually provided me with images! Who'd have thunk it?)
Anyway, on with the rest of the search strings (excluding the standard Giada searches) that have been leading people astray (i.e. here) lately:
is there any nude photos of tanya memme?
Not here.
jessica alba nipple grocery
Wait, you can buy Jessica Alba nipples at the grocery store?
herman beeftink
Ah, Herman Beeftink, the man behind the music for most every softcore porn ever aired on Cinemax. It's been so long since I've been treated to your award-losing sounds.
latex catsuit sold in virginia united states
I suspect the seeker is someone who probably shouldn't wear one. Anyway, do you have to actually buy it in Virginia? Can't you just order one, like from this site?
Extra really fucking creepy and disgusting bonus search string:
how to have sex with your mom
And with that, I am officially at a loss for words.
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
Seek And...Oh, You Know
The Vaudeville birds were back this morning, practicing their act at 6:30.
I just don’t understand the motivation of animals like that. I mean, why do you need to park your ass in a tree and chirp loudly in sync with another bird who’s parked his ass in the same damn tree?
Then again, there are plenty of people who get home late at night and decide that rather than going inside and sitting down and getting comfortable they should stay out in the parking lot and stand next to the car and talk to each other at ridiculous volumes.
And people are animals (Believe what you want, but there’s just no way around it. Watch animals, then watch people. Same damn thing.), so maybe there’s just a certain level of retardation that entered development early on and we’ve never been able to evolve past it.
Either that or birds, like people, are just thoughtless dicks.
Most of the time I drink water, but I do like some flavor every now and then. Except on weekends, and sometimes if I’m eating out, I try to avoid caffeine, so that means that I tend to go with things like Sprite or various non-caffeinated types of root beer.
When I went shopping yesterday I picked up a couple of two liter bottles of root beer, and after I’d eaten dinner (a salad, Roman-style chicken, garlic and olive oil-flavored couscous, and garlic breadsticks), it occurred to me that a root beer float would be a good dessert.
The only problem was that, while I had root beer, I had no ice cream, and of course I wasn’t about to venture out into the world at that time of day to pick any up.
Still, the thought persisted, and so I went out this morning to pick up some ice cream, which I did.
Of course, I neglected to get straws, which I realized shortly after I got home.
I decided that I’d take this an opportunity to go for a walk.
On Sunday, after I’d eaten my blunch I thought about going for a walk.
Two hours later, after I’d woken up from the nap that I took instead, I thought about it again, but never built up enough ambition.
And then there was yesterday.
So today I went for a walk and bought some straws, and tonight, after dinner (salad, steak prepared in some yet-to-be-determined fashion, and some kind of vegetables), I’ll have a root beer float.
And then I’ll say, “Why was I so obsessed with having a root beer float? I mean, they’re okay, I guess, but they’re nothing to write home – or a blog entry – about.”
Speaking of worthless blog entries, I’ve noticed that my traffic of late is way down.
It was never all that high to begin with, but lately it’s at much lower levels.
I think that part of that is because people are actually starting to read the search results before just blindly clicking on the link and are realizing that they will not find general celebrity bra sizes, Carla Gugino’s bra size, Monica Keena’s bra size, Giada De Laurentis’ bra size, or Giada’s height here, and that they will not learn whether or not Giada is pregnant.
They also won’t find information about Bikini Cavegirl AKA Teenage Cavegirl (beyond the fact that it sucks), a list of the cast of Bikini Cavegirl AKA Teenage Cavegirl, a free download of Bikini Cavegirl AKA Teenage Cavegirl, or anything even remotely related to Bikini Cavegirl AKA Teenage Cavegirl.
And they especially won’t find spf factor nipple clamps, whatever they are.
(Unless they look really closely.)
Of the traffic I do still get, most of it is Giada-related. If they’re not looking to find nude pictures of her (good luck with that), they are, of course, wondering if she’s knocked up and just how tall she is.
For the sheer hell of it, I will answer those questions once again.
Yes, Giada De Laurentis is pregnant, no matter when you’re reading this. Six months from now? Pregnant. A year from now? Pregnant.
How tall is Giada De Laurentis? I once stated that, like all Italians, she is, in fact, a dwarf, and listed her height as 36 inches.
I was incorrect. She is actually 2 feet 9 inches tall.
Oh, and if you want to know Giada’s bra size, it is 38 DD, which is obviously an uncomfortable burden for someone of her diminutive height.
Much of that, of course, is due to the fact that she is lactating because she’s pregnant.
Other common searches – especially on Saturdays, when her show is on – are related to TV personality and former Miss Canada, Tanya Memme.
I don’t have any pictures of her here.
If you do a Google Image Search, you’ll see that there just aren’t many pictures of her to be had. Nothing I can do about that.
You can go to her Web site and check out the few pictures she has there, but you’re not going to find the kind of pictures you’re actually looking for. Remember, just because she’s on TV that doesn’t necessarily mean that there are nude pictures of her in existence And even if they are in existence, that doesn’t mean they’re available on the Web. Besides, even if they are in existence and suddenly do become available on the Web, they still won’t be posted here because that’s not the sort of thing I do.
And you clearly aren’t interested in the things that I actually do, so good luck with your Tanya Memme nude pics searches.
There.
If we assume the “actually reading the results” trend continues, that should pretty much put an end to all of the traffic I receive via search engines.
Smart move on my part.
Oh well.
I just don’t understand the motivation of animals like that. I mean, why do you need to park your ass in a tree and chirp loudly in sync with another bird who’s parked his ass in the same damn tree?
Then again, there are plenty of people who get home late at night and decide that rather than going inside and sitting down and getting comfortable they should stay out in the parking lot and stand next to the car and talk to each other at ridiculous volumes.
And people are animals (Believe what you want, but there’s just no way around it. Watch animals, then watch people. Same damn thing.), so maybe there’s just a certain level of retardation that entered development early on and we’ve never been able to evolve past it.
Either that or birds, like people, are just thoughtless dicks.
Most of the time I drink water, but I do like some flavor every now and then. Except on weekends, and sometimes if I’m eating out, I try to avoid caffeine, so that means that I tend to go with things like Sprite or various non-caffeinated types of root beer.
When I went shopping yesterday I picked up a couple of two liter bottles of root beer, and after I’d eaten dinner (a salad, Roman-style chicken, garlic and olive oil-flavored couscous, and garlic breadsticks), it occurred to me that a root beer float would be a good dessert.
The only problem was that, while I had root beer, I had no ice cream, and of course I wasn’t about to venture out into the world at that time of day to pick any up.
Still, the thought persisted, and so I went out this morning to pick up some ice cream, which I did.
Of course, I neglected to get straws, which I realized shortly after I got home.
I decided that I’d take this an opportunity to go for a walk.
On Sunday, after I’d eaten my blunch I thought about going for a walk.
Two hours later, after I’d woken up from the nap that I took instead, I thought about it again, but never built up enough ambition.
And then there was yesterday.
So today I went for a walk and bought some straws, and tonight, after dinner (salad, steak prepared in some yet-to-be-determined fashion, and some kind of vegetables), I’ll have a root beer float.
And then I’ll say, “Why was I so obsessed with having a root beer float? I mean, they’re okay, I guess, but they’re nothing to write home – or a blog entry – about.”
Speaking of worthless blog entries, I’ve noticed that my traffic of late is way down.
It was never all that high to begin with, but lately it’s at much lower levels.
I think that part of that is because people are actually starting to read the search results before just blindly clicking on the link and are realizing that they will not find general celebrity bra sizes, Carla Gugino’s bra size, Monica Keena’s bra size, Giada De Laurentis’ bra size, or Giada’s height here, and that they will not learn whether or not Giada is pregnant.
They also won’t find information about Bikini Cavegirl AKA Teenage Cavegirl (beyond the fact that it sucks), a list of the cast of Bikini Cavegirl AKA Teenage Cavegirl, a free download of Bikini Cavegirl AKA Teenage Cavegirl, or anything even remotely related to Bikini Cavegirl AKA Teenage Cavegirl.
And they especially won’t find spf factor nipple clamps, whatever they are.
(Unless they look really closely.)
Of the traffic I do still get, most of it is Giada-related. If they’re not looking to find nude pictures of her (good luck with that), they are, of course, wondering if she’s knocked up and just how tall she is.
For the sheer hell of it, I will answer those questions once again.
Yes, Giada De Laurentis is pregnant, no matter when you’re reading this. Six months from now? Pregnant. A year from now? Pregnant.
How tall is Giada De Laurentis? I once stated that, like all Italians, she is, in fact, a dwarf, and listed her height as 36 inches.
I was incorrect. She is actually 2 feet 9 inches tall.
Oh, and if you want to know Giada’s bra size, it is 38 DD, which is obviously an uncomfortable burden for someone of her diminutive height.
Much of that, of course, is due to the fact that she is lactating because she’s pregnant.
Other common searches – especially on Saturdays, when her show is on – are related to TV personality and former Miss Canada, Tanya Memme.
I don’t have any pictures of her here.
If you do a Google Image Search, you’ll see that there just aren’t many pictures of her to be had. Nothing I can do about that.
You can go to her Web site and check out the few pictures she has there, but you’re not going to find the kind of pictures you’re actually looking for. Remember, just because she’s on TV that doesn’t necessarily mean that there are nude pictures of her in existence And even if they are in existence, that doesn’t mean they’re available on the Web. Besides, even if they are in existence and suddenly do become available on the Web, they still won’t be posted here because that’s not the sort of thing I do.
And you clearly aren’t interested in the things that I actually do, so good luck with your Tanya Memme nude pics searches.
There.
If we assume the “actually reading the results” trend continues, that should pretty much put an end to all of the traffic I receive via search engines.
Smart move on my part.
Oh well.
Sunday, January 28, 2007
The Giada And Tanya Show (With Special Guest Appearance By Carla's Bra!)
I thought it would be fun to show a breakdown of the search terms that bring people here, seeing as how you've all already seen the content that fails to keep them here once they arrive.
Anyway, click on the image below to see the Giada/Tanya/Bikini Cavegirl/Carla Gugino Bra Size-heavy results:
Anyway, click on the image below to see the Giada/Tanya/Bikini Cavegirl/Carla Gugino Bra Size-heavy results:
Monday, December 18, 2006
I'm The Best There Is At Being A Loser
There are certain things that I can do that nobody else I know can do.
I’m not talking about good things, or interesting things, but rather, stupid, irritating, Keystone Kop-like acts of clumsiness and bungling incompetence.
By way of example, over the weekend work was pretty light, so our boss decided that, as kind of a rotating trade-off, one of us could leave early on Friday and one of us could come in late on Saturday.
As I’d just gotten back from vacation, and Simon was going to be off on Saturday anyway, we opted for Scott to leave early and for me to come in late.
This was ideal, as it would allow me to stay up and watch the “must see” one-hour episode of The Office that I’d recorded the night before without having to sacrifice any sleep.
Here’s where my “talent” for doing things that nobody else can do comes into play.
I stayed up past my usual bedtime watching The Office as planned, then, rather than waking up two hours later than I normally would, I woke up two hours earlier and found myself completely incapable of getting back to sleep, regardless of how tired I was at the time.
This is, of course, after having gone to bed later than usual.
So I’m the only person I know who, when presented with an opportunity to get more sleep ends up getting less.
I tried to get back to sleep for quite some time to no avail before finally just acknowledging defeat and getting up.
After sitting around and doing things for as long as I could stand it, I showered and made my way out into the world and on to work, stopping first for a McDonald’s breakfast.
Naturally I ended up getting to work earlier than I needed to be there (which Scott predicted with 100% accuracy because when it comes to that sort of thing I am exactly that predictable.).
I had to hit the caffeine pretty hard to keep awake for what proved – despite being slightly shorter – to be a long, irritating day.
That night, despite being exhausted, I found myself unable to get to sleep until well after 2, which made for a 23 hour day.
Each time I nearly drifted off there was something odd that shocked me back to consciousness, like a shifting of my pillows that made an unusually loud noise right in my ear, or someone outside (apparently, at any rate) belching in such a way that it sounded like it was right in my bedroom.
Once I finally did get to sleep I only managed to get in about 6 hours before getting up to spend the day not doing much of anything.
I didn’t even get to have my Sunday Tanya Memme fix, as A&E aired exactly zero episodes of Sell/Move this House, opting instead for that Mindfreak guy and a marathon of The First 48.
The night again found me struggling to sleep and up until nearly 3 am, at which point I fell asleep and woke up 2 hours later and struggled to get in another 4 hours.
I’m not sure why I’ve been having so much difficulty sleeping lately. I mean, it’s not like it’s exactly complicated.
Guess I need to take some kind of refresher course or something.
While I was sitting around watching the season finale of Dexter, Kathleen called to ask if I was dressed, tell me where she and Brian were eating, invite me to join them, and inform me that they were already there as she got a cal from someone else just as she was about to call me to tell me that they were on their way there.
This put me out into the world a little earlier than planned, as I was going to go out to have lunch, then go to Best Buy before my appointment with the chiropractor, so this meant that I had to kill a little more time at Best Buy than I’d intended.
After doing so I headed to the chiropractor and continued to try to keep my mind open, thinking about all of the people who talk about chiropractors being miracle workers.
I thought about how much of that might be an example of the placebo effect, but concluded that it doesn’t really matter if it is or not if it gets rid of the pain. I mean, it’s not like we're talking about having cancer and only thinking that it’s getting better when in reality it’s still progressing. My wrist and arm hurt; if simply convincing myself that something is making them stop hurting makes them stop hurting, then what does it matter if it’s just a placebo effect in action?
So here’s hoping that, if need be, I can trick myself into believing that it’s working, thereby making it work.
Or something.
In any case, I have two more appointments this week for work on my neck and wrist.
Why I Was At Best Buy Department:
Since I no longer have VoIP service and don’t have a landline phone, I’m back to using my cell phone as my only phone.
This wouldn’t be a problem except that when I signed up for my current cell service I had VoIP, and so I didn’t need a lot of monthly minutes.
Oops.
I was considering some different VoIP options, but then saw an announcement that Skype was offering their SkypeOut service, which gives you unlimited calls in the US and Canada, for only $29.95…a year.
Seemed like a bargain to me, especially considering that until January 31st they’ve actually lowered the price to $14.95 a year.
For those unfamiliar with Skype, it consists of a program that you install on your computer and through which you create a Skype account, and can make phone calls over your broadband connection. The service is free if you’re only calling or receiving calls from other Skype members. There are various options for pay service, such as the plan I signed up for, but you can also buy credits and make calls at an extremely low rate.
Now, the drawback to this is that, in a standard set up, you have to be at your computer using the Skype dial pad and communicating via a headset.
Enter various third-party companies making Skype-certified products to free you from your computer. There are a lot of different options: USB phones that plug into your computer, Wi-Fi phones that connect to your computer via your wireless network or any open wireless network, or, and this is the option that I went with, adapters that you plug into your computer that allow you to use a normal phone.
I picked up one of these at Best Buy and set it up once I got home. This allowed me to put the dual cordless handsets I’d bought for my VoIP service back into use.
So far I’m impressed by the quality of calls. They’re virtually indistinguishable from standard landline calls.
There are a couple of minor drawbacks, though. For example, while I can make outgoing calls, I don’t actually have a phone number, so the only people who can call me are other Skype users who have my contact information (username). I could add a number that non-Skype users can call, but it’s an additional fee (a service called SkypeIn), and is currently only in beta. Also, the price listed for it is in Euros, and I don’t know the conversion and am too lazy to find out.
Ultimately it doesn’t really matter that I don’t have a number, though, as I have unlimited incoming minutes on my cell.
However, for those interested in using that aspect of the service, the advantage is that you can choose to have your number be located anywhere. Say your mom lives in Chicago, but you live in Paris. Get yourself a Chicago number via SkypeIn and suddenly it’s a local call for your mom.
Another drawback is that as it’s not intended to replace your regular phone service, you can’t call 911 via your Skype phone.
The other minor complaint I have is that even with the adapter that lets me use a regular phone I can’t just pick up the phone and dial it exactly the way I would a normal phone. In order to get Skype to dial the number you input, you have to include 00 + the country code, then the area code and phone number, and then an asterisk at the end.
However, if you put numbers in your contact list you can assign speed dial numbers to them.
Overall it seems like a decent service so far, and I would say that with the $14.95 a year deal (or even at the $29.95 a year price), and factoring in the costs of the SkypeIn service and the equipment (I paid $60 for the adapter I bought at Best Buy; there’s another model that sells online for as little as $30, but I didn’t want to have to wait and have a problem with the company that makes that one anyway, which I don’t feel like getting into here. The Wi-Fi phones can get pretty pricey, but you get coupons for some of the hardware from Skype for signing up.), you’re probably going to save over your regular service.
Okay, I’m done shilling.
I’m not talking about good things, or interesting things, but rather, stupid, irritating, Keystone Kop-like acts of clumsiness and bungling incompetence.
By way of example, over the weekend work was pretty light, so our boss decided that, as kind of a rotating trade-off, one of us could leave early on Friday and one of us could come in late on Saturday.
As I’d just gotten back from vacation, and Simon was going to be off on Saturday anyway, we opted for Scott to leave early and for me to come in late.
This was ideal, as it would allow me to stay up and watch the “must see” one-hour episode of The Office that I’d recorded the night before without having to sacrifice any sleep.
Here’s where my “talent” for doing things that nobody else can do comes into play.
I stayed up past my usual bedtime watching The Office as planned, then, rather than waking up two hours later than I normally would, I woke up two hours earlier and found myself completely incapable of getting back to sleep, regardless of how tired I was at the time.
This is, of course, after having gone to bed later than usual.
So I’m the only person I know who, when presented with an opportunity to get more sleep ends up getting less.
I tried to get back to sleep for quite some time to no avail before finally just acknowledging defeat and getting up.
After sitting around and doing things for as long as I could stand it, I showered and made my way out into the world and on to work, stopping first for a McDonald’s breakfast.
Naturally I ended up getting to work earlier than I needed to be there (which Scott predicted with 100% accuracy because when it comes to that sort of thing I am exactly that predictable.).
I had to hit the caffeine pretty hard to keep awake for what proved – despite being slightly shorter – to be a long, irritating day.
That night, despite being exhausted, I found myself unable to get to sleep until well after 2, which made for a 23 hour day.
Each time I nearly drifted off there was something odd that shocked me back to consciousness, like a shifting of my pillows that made an unusually loud noise right in my ear, or someone outside (apparently, at any rate) belching in such a way that it sounded like it was right in my bedroom.
Once I finally did get to sleep I only managed to get in about 6 hours before getting up to spend the day not doing much of anything.
I didn’t even get to have my Sunday Tanya Memme fix, as A&E aired exactly zero episodes of Sell/Move this House, opting instead for that Mindfreak guy and a marathon of The First 48.
The night again found me struggling to sleep and up until nearly 3 am, at which point I fell asleep and woke up 2 hours later and struggled to get in another 4 hours.
I’m not sure why I’ve been having so much difficulty sleeping lately. I mean, it’s not like it’s exactly complicated.
Guess I need to take some kind of refresher course or something.
While I was sitting around watching the season finale of Dexter, Kathleen called to ask if I was dressed, tell me where she and Brian were eating, invite me to join them, and inform me that they were already there as she got a cal from someone else just as she was about to call me to tell me that they were on their way there.
This put me out into the world a little earlier than planned, as I was going to go out to have lunch, then go to Best Buy before my appointment with the chiropractor, so this meant that I had to kill a little more time at Best Buy than I’d intended.
After doing so I headed to the chiropractor and continued to try to keep my mind open, thinking about all of the people who talk about chiropractors being miracle workers.
I thought about how much of that might be an example of the placebo effect, but concluded that it doesn’t really matter if it is or not if it gets rid of the pain. I mean, it’s not like we're talking about having cancer and only thinking that it’s getting better when in reality it’s still progressing. My wrist and arm hurt; if simply convincing myself that something is making them stop hurting makes them stop hurting, then what does it matter if it’s just a placebo effect in action?
So here’s hoping that, if need be, I can trick myself into believing that it’s working, thereby making it work.
Or something.
In any case, I have two more appointments this week for work on my neck and wrist.
Why I Was At Best Buy Department:
Since I no longer have VoIP service and don’t have a landline phone, I’m back to using my cell phone as my only phone.
This wouldn’t be a problem except that when I signed up for my current cell service I had VoIP, and so I didn’t need a lot of monthly minutes.
Oops.
I was considering some different VoIP options, but then saw an announcement that Skype was offering their SkypeOut service, which gives you unlimited calls in the US and Canada, for only $29.95…a year.
Seemed like a bargain to me, especially considering that until January 31st they’ve actually lowered the price to $14.95 a year.
For those unfamiliar with Skype, it consists of a program that you install on your computer and through which you create a Skype account, and can make phone calls over your broadband connection. The service is free if you’re only calling or receiving calls from other Skype members. There are various options for pay service, such as the plan I signed up for, but you can also buy credits and make calls at an extremely low rate.
Now, the drawback to this is that, in a standard set up, you have to be at your computer using the Skype dial pad and communicating via a headset.
Enter various third-party companies making Skype-certified products to free you from your computer. There are a lot of different options: USB phones that plug into your computer, Wi-Fi phones that connect to your computer via your wireless network or any open wireless network, or, and this is the option that I went with, adapters that you plug into your computer that allow you to use a normal phone.
I picked up one of these at Best Buy and set it up once I got home. This allowed me to put the dual cordless handsets I’d bought for my VoIP service back into use.
So far I’m impressed by the quality of calls. They’re virtually indistinguishable from standard landline calls.
There are a couple of minor drawbacks, though. For example, while I can make outgoing calls, I don’t actually have a phone number, so the only people who can call me are other Skype users who have my contact information (username). I could add a number that non-Skype users can call, but it’s an additional fee (a service called SkypeIn), and is currently only in beta. Also, the price listed for it is in Euros, and I don’t know the conversion and am too lazy to find out.
Ultimately it doesn’t really matter that I don’t have a number, though, as I have unlimited incoming minutes on my cell.
However, for those interested in using that aspect of the service, the advantage is that you can choose to have your number be located anywhere. Say your mom lives in Chicago, but you live in Paris. Get yourself a Chicago number via SkypeIn and suddenly it’s a local call for your mom.
Another drawback is that as it’s not intended to replace your regular phone service, you can’t call 911 via your Skype phone.
The other minor complaint I have is that even with the adapter that lets me use a regular phone I can’t just pick up the phone and dial it exactly the way I would a normal phone. In order to get Skype to dial the number you input, you have to include 00 + the country code, then the area code and phone number, and then an asterisk at the end.
However, if you put numbers in your contact list you can assign speed dial numbers to them.
Overall it seems like a decent service so far, and I would say that with the $14.95 a year deal (or even at the $29.95 a year price), and factoring in the costs of the SkypeIn service and the equipment (I paid $60 for the adapter I bought at Best Buy; there’s another model that sells online for as little as $30, but I didn’t want to have to wait and have a problem with the company that makes that one anyway, which I don’t feel like getting into here. The Wi-Fi phones can get pretty pricey, but you get coupons for some of the hardware from Skype for signing up.), you’re probably going to save over your regular service.
Okay, I’m done shilling.
Sunday, December 10, 2006
Slow News Day
I didn't do much of anything today beyond cooking a pot roast in the crock pot.
Oh, and undoing all of the recovery I'd achieved on the whole carpal tunnel front by not doing any drawing for the past few days by working on a drawing today.
(It was an Heroic Portrait request for Kathleen)
Beyond that I watched a marathon of Flip That House on TLC, and of course tuned in to A&E to see Tanya Memme on Sell This House and Move This House.
Like I do every Sunday, I got a few hits from people searching for Tanya. Basically, I'm guessing, they see the show, think, "She's hot; I need to find nude pictures of her," do a search, end up here becuase I've mentioned her a few times, say, "This guy sucks and his blog is retarded!" when they see an utter lack of nude pictures of her here, then go off to wherever it is people go when leaving a boring-ass blog that doesn't have nude pictures of semi-celebrities in disgust.
During the week I get a few hits from people searching for her. Most of the searches during the week seem to come from her fellow Canadians.
(Since I mentioned her in this post, I'll say, "Hello, Canadians!" as it's boutnd to attract a few of you.)
Speaking of traffic hits, the seekers of knowledge about any sort of Crazy Hot Italian Pregnancies have been totally wailing on me today. I still don't know if she is now or has ever been knocked up, people, and I'm not terribly interested in finding out for you, so even if I knew, I wouldn't say.
So maybe I do know and I'm just lying and saying that I don't. So think about that.
Tomorrow I'm off to the dentist, then Tuesday it's the chiropractor, and Thursday....*Sigh*...it's back to work.
Okay, obviously it's not like I've been having the time of my life while off from work because, honestly, I'm pretty sure that the time of my life happened already, and probably wasn't really all that great anyway, but let's be honest, I'd rather not be working than be working. It's really that simple.
Sadly that doesn't bring in the kind of money that working does, so I'll be up hours before the sun on Thursday morning making my way through altogether more traffic than there reasonably ought to be that early in the morning.
Anyway, I saw that I was getting a lot more hits than usual today, so I figured I should post something.
Consider something posted.
Oh, and undoing all of the recovery I'd achieved on the whole carpal tunnel front by not doing any drawing for the past few days by working on a drawing today.
(It was an Heroic Portrait request for Kathleen)
Beyond that I watched a marathon of Flip That House on TLC, and of course tuned in to A&E to see Tanya Memme on Sell This House and Move This House.
Like I do every Sunday, I got a few hits from people searching for Tanya. Basically, I'm guessing, they see the show, think, "She's hot; I need to find nude pictures of her," do a search, end up here becuase I've mentioned her a few times, say, "This guy sucks and his blog is retarded!" when they see an utter lack of nude pictures of her here, then go off to wherever it is people go when leaving a boring-ass blog that doesn't have nude pictures of semi-celebrities in disgust.
During the week I get a few hits from people searching for her. Most of the searches during the week seem to come from her fellow Canadians.
(Since I mentioned her in this post, I'll say, "Hello, Canadians!" as it's boutnd to attract a few of you.)
Speaking of traffic hits, the seekers of knowledge about any sort of Crazy Hot Italian Pregnancies have been totally wailing on me today. I still don't know if she is now or has ever been knocked up, people, and I'm not terribly interested in finding out for you, so even if I knew, I wouldn't say.
So maybe I do know and I'm just lying and saying that I don't. So think about that.
Tomorrow I'm off to the dentist, then Tuesday it's the chiropractor, and Thursday....*Sigh*...it's back to work.
Okay, obviously it's not like I've been having the time of my life while off from work because, honestly, I'm pretty sure that the time of my life happened already, and probably wasn't really all that great anyway, but let's be honest, I'd rather not be working than be working. It's really that simple.
Sadly that doesn't bring in the kind of money that working does, so I'll be up hours before the sun on Thursday morning making my way through altogether more traffic than there reasonably ought to be that early in the morning.
Anyway, I saw that I was getting a lot more hits than usual today, so I figured I should post something.
Consider something posted.
Monday, November 20, 2006
This Entry Has No Title
My mom has gotten word that the tissue received from my dad has helped a total of 115 people.
Most notably, there are two women who are now able to see thanks to my dad’s eyes.
So that’s all pretty cool, and my dad would have been glad to know that he managed to help so many people.
I’m glad that so many people could be helped, and it’s good to know that in this way my dad lives on, but I’m selfish enough to wish that my dad were just alive instead.
Ah well.
As was mentioned, I didn’t do much yesterday. Mostly I waited for A&E to finish with the back-to-back episodes of 24 and their airing of Philadelphia and get on with airing episodes of Sell This House so that I could get my Tanya Memme fix.
Once it finally got started, though, I found myself torn between watching Tanya, watching this cheesy but still kind of cool mockumentary on Animal Planet called Prehistoric Park in which the basic idea was that time-travel technology was being used to capture live specimens of extinct animals using Walking With Dinosaurs style CGI, and an episode of Iron Chef America on Food Network that featured Iron Chefs Bobby Flay and Mario Batali squaring off with help from special guests Rachael Ray and Giada De Laurentis.
For the Iron Chef thing I wasn’t paying much attention to Flay vs. Batali, as I was most interested in seeing Giada vs. Rachael Ray.
Giada was paired with Flay, Rachael was with Batali.
Of course, because I was flipping back and forth between three shows I missed out on seeing who actually won.
Still, the most interesting moment came when the Flay/De Laurentis team was being judged.
Among the judges was former Daily Show correspondent Mo Rocca, who made some amusing comments, most notably when he warned one of the other judges who was being especially critical of one of her dishes about the fact that Giada is Italian, at which point Giada agreed, made a crazy face and began making a stabbing motion.
It was a Crazy Hot Italian Moment!
Mo also earned himself some love by making a joke about whether or not Italian cops eat the Italian donuts that Giada had made. This got her to laugh – which made her look just as crazy as she did when “pretending” to be psycho – and to give him a hug.
Anyway, the show was noteworthy inasmuch as it’s about as close as I’m likely to get to seeing Giada and Rachael clad in bikinis and locked in combat in a kid’s pool full of oil (EVOO, of course).
And for the record, my money would be on Giada, as you can never underestimate the power of crazy.
Once that was over I turned my full attention back on Tanya and the house staging. I like the home improvement related shows, but I really don’t think Sell This House would be as interesting if it weren’t for Tanya and her various outfits.
Still, I am amazed at the wide-range of asking prices for hones across the country. Some seem amazingly low compared to NoVA, while others just make you wonder how anyone can possibly afford them.
I mean, there was this townhouse in Brooklyn that was selling for $825,000. It was a house that would probably sell for half as much around here. It wasn’t in a “ritzy” neighborhood, and apart from just being relatively spacious it didn’t have much going for it to justify a price like that.
It was basically just a standard house in the suburbs, a nice middle-class house.
So given that it wasn’t like it would appeal to the upper-class, who is the homebuyer that can afford to buy a place like that? Is the average income in that area really high enough to support a mortgage like that?
I don’t get it. I mean, there has to come a point when prices are just too high for even upper middle class people to afford, yet are not nice enough for the truly wealthy to bother with.
But whatever.
Somewhere along the line yesterday I realized that I wasn’t going to cook anything and that I didn’t want pizza, so I was going to have to venture out into the world.
This meant venturing only so far as my car and then taking that through a McDonald’s drive-through, but it’s a lot more venturing that I was in the mood for.
It made me kind of miss living in Ashburn where everything was a lot closer than it is where I’m living now. I mean, I had a grocery store and several restaurants just across the street, and the McDonald’s was a much closer drive.
Oh well.
This morning I ventured out again and did some grocery shopping. That was about as exciting as it always is.
Afterwards I watched the movie Jesus Camp, which I had downloaded the other night.
It was pretty disturbing to watch these kids being subjected to standard brainwashing techniques employed by groups that would be classified as cults by Christians – and to see the people doing the brainwashing be totally unapologetic for that fact. That they’re using the same tactics as “the enemy” doesn’t concern them in the slightest. They’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish their goals.
(Like Jack T. Chick, who by his own admission was inspired to create comic tracts based on the success that the Communist party had in China by using tracts. Some Chick tracts actually had cameo appearances in the movie.)
Of course, despite being genuinely terrifying, the movie did have some moments of pure comedy, such as the assembly in Christian Rap was being performed. There was just something so funny about hearing some white kids who would make Pat Boone look like Tupac engaging in some hardcore rapping.
After all, JC is the OG.
We all kickin’ it for Christ, indeed.
(Jack wouldn’t have approved of the use of Christian Rock and Rap music, by the way. Christian popular music is just one of the Devil’s tricks.)
And that was pretty much my day.
Most notably, there are two women who are now able to see thanks to my dad’s eyes.
So that’s all pretty cool, and my dad would have been glad to know that he managed to help so many people.
I’m glad that so many people could be helped, and it’s good to know that in this way my dad lives on, but I’m selfish enough to wish that my dad were just alive instead.
Ah well.
As was mentioned, I didn’t do much yesterday. Mostly I waited for A&E to finish with the back-to-back episodes of 24 and their airing of Philadelphia and get on with airing episodes of Sell This House so that I could get my Tanya Memme fix.
Once it finally got started, though, I found myself torn between watching Tanya, watching this cheesy but still kind of cool mockumentary on Animal Planet called Prehistoric Park in which the basic idea was that time-travel technology was being used to capture live specimens of extinct animals using Walking With Dinosaurs style CGI, and an episode of Iron Chef America on Food Network that featured Iron Chefs Bobby Flay and Mario Batali squaring off with help from special guests Rachael Ray and Giada De Laurentis.
For the Iron Chef thing I wasn’t paying much attention to Flay vs. Batali, as I was most interested in seeing Giada vs. Rachael Ray.
Giada was paired with Flay, Rachael was with Batali.
Of course, because I was flipping back and forth between three shows I missed out on seeing who actually won.
Still, the most interesting moment came when the Flay/De Laurentis team was being judged.
Among the judges was former Daily Show correspondent Mo Rocca, who made some amusing comments, most notably when he warned one of the other judges who was being especially critical of one of her dishes about the fact that Giada is Italian, at which point Giada agreed, made a crazy face and began making a stabbing motion.
It was a Crazy Hot Italian Moment!
Mo also earned himself some love by making a joke about whether or not Italian cops eat the Italian donuts that Giada had made. This got her to laugh – which made her look just as crazy as she did when “pretending” to be psycho – and to give him a hug.
Anyway, the show was noteworthy inasmuch as it’s about as close as I’m likely to get to seeing Giada and Rachael clad in bikinis and locked in combat in a kid’s pool full of oil (EVOO, of course).
And for the record, my money would be on Giada, as you can never underestimate the power of crazy.
Once that was over I turned my full attention back on Tanya and the house staging. I like the home improvement related shows, but I really don’t think Sell This House would be as interesting if it weren’t for Tanya and her various outfits.
Still, I am amazed at the wide-range of asking prices for hones across the country. Some seem amazingly low compared to NoVA, while others just make you wonder how anyone can possibly afford them.
I mean, there was this townhouse in Brooklyn that was selling for $825,000. It was a house that would probably sell for half as much around here. It wasn’t in a “ritzy” neighborhood, and apart from just being relatively spacious it didn’t have much going for it to justify a price like that.
It was basically just a standard house in the suburbs, a nice middle-class house.
So given that it wasn’t like it would appeal to the upper-class, who is the homebuyer that can afford to buy a place like that? Is the average income in that area really high enough to support a mortgage like that?
I don’t get it. I mean, there has to come a point when prices are just too high for even upper middle class people to afford, yet are not nice enough for the truly wealthy to bother with.
But whatever.
Somewhere along the line yesterday I realized that I wasn’t going to cook anything and that I didn’t want pizza, so I was going to have to venture out into the world.
This meant venturing only so far as my car and then taking that through a McDonald’s drive-through, but it’s a lot more venturing that I was in the mood for.
It made me kind of miss living in Ashburn where everything was a lot closer than it is where I’m living now. I mean, I had a grocery store and several restaurants just across the street, and the McDonald’s was a much closer drive.
Oh well.
This morning I ventured out again and did some grocery shopping. That was about as exciting as it always is.
Afterwards I watched the movie Jesus Camp, which I had downloaded the other night.
It was pretty disturbing to watch these kids being subjected to standard brainwashing techniques employed by groups that would be classified as cults by Christians – and to see the people doing the brainwashing be totally unapologetic for that fact. That they’re using the same tactics as “the enemy” doesn’t concern them in the slightest. They’ll do whatever it takes to accomplish their goals.
(Like Jack T. Chick, who by his own admission was inspired to create comic tracts based on the success that the Communist party had in China by using tracts. Some Chick tracts actually had cameo appearances in the movie.)
Of course, despite being genuinely terrifying, the movie did have some moments of pure comedy, such as the assembly in Christian Rap was being performed. There was just something so funny about hearing some white kids who would make Pat Boone look like Tupac engaging in some hardcore rapping.
After all, JC is the OG.
We all kickin’ it for Christ, indeed.
(Jack wouldn’t have approved of the use of Christian Rock and Rap music, by the way. Christian popular music is just one of the Devil’s tricks.)
And that was pretty much my day.
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