I just spent the past five hours hacking my own blog. I've made several changes, added plug-ins, modified plug-ins, and changed templates. I've done extensive testing after every step, so hopefully everything works okay... but if you run into any problems viewing entries or making comments, please let me know. My email address is on the sidebar of every page.
And coming this evening... an entry one week in the making! An entry so all-consuming that it very nearly destroyed my life! An entry that will astound you with the fact that I could waste so much time over something so geeky and lame! An entry that could be THE LAST BLOGOGRAPHY ENTRY EVER!!... and it's all James Bow's fault!
P.S. Bad Monkey is on the loose. I'd apologize in advance if he bites your ass, but you probably had it coming.
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Today I actually had help from my Bad Monkey t-shirt – i was bicycling and not even the Police dared to pass me when I raced though the inner city. Behold the power of Bad Monkey…
Oh noes!!! 🙁
I guess it’s a good thing he was running from the monkey and not toward it.
Touch him! Love him!
I just found this. The link below has monkey music featured today.
I knew you’d want to know. I’m not sure that the monkey in question is evil.
Who the hell is James Bow?
Who is James Bow?!? Why Bow, James Bow, just happens to be Canada’s preeminent blogger and Dr. Who fan! His politically charged blog is a must-read for insightful commentary on world events. It’s one of the very few blogs I can honestly say is smarter than mine (which is inexplicable, when you consider that I am the most brilliant mind on the planet).
Well worth a spot in your blogroll…
BEHOLD THE POWER OF MY BAD MONKEY!! TOUCH IT! LOVE MY MONKEY!! Hmmm… music for monkeys is scary.
When I was in Hong Kong, I was at Mo-Man Temple to get my fortune told. Afterwards I wanted some crappy souvenirs, so I went to the shop next door. I was looking for a “Year of the Monkey” charm for my mother (as that’s when she was born… lucky mommy!)… and the shopkeeper saw my Bad Monkey T-shirt and thought it was funny. She then gave me a bunch of free stuff. If only that worked at Best Buy.