Junk first, of course. I pulled a couple of muscles in my back while exercising earlier. So I’ll just sit here, real still-like, and type a post and work on my site. Ow. I tried to give blood yesterday to the Red Cross, but I am just slightly too anemic. They require a hematocrit value of 38%, and mine is 36%. I’m not really anemic from a clinical standpoint, but as they are taking a pint of blood, they want the numbers to be a little high. So I couldn’t give blood. That irked me quite a bit, and ruined my day yesterday. I still want to give blood, so…

There has been a lot of discussion in the blogging community (or perhaps I should say, some discussion by some “major players” in the blogging community) about ethics in blogging. See this, this, and this over at Never Think, that over at Plasticbag.org, that there over at Anil Dash’s site, and finally, this great piece over at NSLog();. Or don’t, if you aren’t interested in this debate at all. For those that have no idea what is going on here, it started with a campaign to allow bloggers to advertise in their blogs. There’s probably a referral system, where the writer gets paid whenever someone buys something from their site.…

I missed the show I was supposed to see tonight, a musical by a local high school that contains some friends of mine. The fat fuck in the booth helping about two people an hour just sat there and watched as the people in the line next to mine ordered the last set of tickets while my mother ran to fix her hair after we ran two blocks in the pouring rain. I managed to avoid openly crying in the car on the way to the movie theater to see a movie I didn’t want to see, because it is absolutely absurd to cry about not getting to see your…

I just finished another draft of my French presentation. I took it to school to be proofread by someone with some knowledge of French, and… wow. I was much more tired than I thought I was when I wrote it last night. Mistakes and errors that I could have fixed were pointed out with a murmured, “Muh-lissa“. Oops. Then oops again, and again; I knew commencer required the preposition à when followed by an infinitive. Hell, that’s the only one I do remember, but I still didn’t put it. Some were honest, picky cultural mistakes that I wouldn’t have found even in my Concise Larousse. Others were rather hilarious: Mme:…