Last week I mentioned a website transition, and it looks like that transition is going to happen tomorrow and Saturday.
So, what’s taking so long?
Well, it’s been a busy week.
On Sunday, I stood with my sisters to protest the misogynist scourge that is the sub-4 cubic foot cardboard box.
On Monday, I ventured to the center of Lake Washington where I single-handedly taught the underprivileged residents of Mercer Island how to fish, thus ensuring that they won’t just eat for a day … they’ll eat for a lifetime.
On Tuesday, armed only with a rectal thermometer and a small garden hoe, I defended Washington State from yet another incursion from the California aggressors.
On Wednesday, I flew to London and lobbied the IOC to add Full Contact Origami to the list of officially-sanctioned Olympic sports.
Today, I installed sendmail on a couple of machines. I’m a firm believer in saving the most difficult tasks for last.
Tomorrow … well, it won’t be pretty, but it will be something.
The blog will change throughout the weekend, and features will work intermittently, so bear with it for a bit. There’s nothing quite like a live sandbox.
I feel badly for that guy on the left who walked up. He probably heard there were a bunch of women gathered around and figured he was up to check that out. You can see his disappointment as he takes in the sight of the brutes on offer.
I imagine Tuesday went something like this:
LA Douchebag: Excuse me sir? Is there a good place around here to get some appies? We’re on vacay and don’t really know the place. But we’re really loving it. It’s so real, man! And the air so clear and the water and the mountains! We figured it would rain all of the time! We just love the place and want to move here! Oh, and we’ll need a restaurant with a secured lot to park our Bimmer in…
SeattleRex: No, no there is NO SUCH PLACE! It rains here all the time! Why are you driving! California scum! We don’t need any more of your kind here!
LA Douchebag: Dude, no need to get hostile. We thought everybody up here mellowed out on some BC Bud…
SeattleRex: (whipping out the rectal thermometer he always carries in his shirt pocket) Don’t move here! Don’t do it I say! Or I’ll jab this thermometer up your ass!!!
2nd LA Douchebag: Honey, maybe we better go…
1st LA Douchebag: Yeah maybe so, K’atelynn. They’re not so friendly up here after all. And besides, Mom & Pop would really hate it if we moved away. The Bimmer’s lease is almost up, and I’m hoping Dad gets me an M5 this time in place of this shitty 3 series.
2nd LA Douchebag: Ohhh, that’s so true. And besides, you have your script that’s so close to selling. And who would we brunch with up here?
SeattleRex: Please go now. You’re making me sick.
1st LA Douchebag: Yes sir, I certainly don’t want anything to do with you or your rectal thermometer. But first, can you tell me what that is in your other hand?
SeattleRex: (looking down) Oh this. That’s a garden hoe.
LA Douchebag: What do have that for?
SeattleRex: (grinning) My friend Chuck is thinking about moving here. That’s for his ass…