….for a major announcement in less than an hour!
And no, I’m not The AntiChrist, thanks for asking. (via KareBlog)

Heh, heh… Sock it to ‘em Graham!!!!!

Better yet, put ‘em all in their place!

Personal Note: Three back-to-back-to-back court hearings this week. The last two fared well, almost miraculous. Tomorrow is the biggest, scariest one of them all. Your prayers & good thoughts will be greatly apreciated, as this one is for all the marbles!

I’ll say it again….

After being sucked up into this whole, bloggy-hunka-linky-luv/blog-wars junk, I’ve gotten back to doing what I do best: Taking the nightmare (referred hereafter as "My Life"), all the negative energy thrown at me, and turning it into something positive (referred hereafter as "Eric Brooks.Com").

See, last week’s chain of events was a real-eye opener to me: Blah blah blah blah blah; an "Avenging Weenie"; blah blah blah blah; Kare is a cutie (and helped me see the light); and constant reminders from folks who have followed this site from the beginning, and don’t understand what the hell is going on lately.

So now I’m thinking: "If someone were considering anyone of us for a web design gig, and read this stuff… what the hellheck would they be thinking about our professionality?"

If I see see something I like, and consider it noteworthy… I’ll be there to praise it. If you were kind enough to link to me, I will reciprocate. Flame me, and I will ignore your petty little ass (no promises on that one, though). :0)

Faith, I love ya to death… but you drive me insane sometimes.

Now to the rest of you: How long is my tongue supposed to stay yellow from that "Asbestos-licking" incident?

Did typical "Web Designer"-type stuff today:

• Put up "Coming Soon" Pages for Website #37. Nothing spectacular. It looks a little funny in Netscape (*cough*because they suck*cough*), but it’s just a temporary place holder with all the pertinent information in the metatags so it’ll be ready & rarin’ to go with the search engines when it launches in a few weeks… (I’m not only getting paid, but a ton of FREE products from Rubin Enterprises… NYAH! NYAH!)

• Before you all scream "BAD HUSBAND!", Website #36 is still in the works that will all go up at once… so SHADDAP!
• Picked up the latest updates for Gresser Realty’s listings…that’ll be up tomorrow.
• Went to a job site to finish clearing up roofing debris.

  (Note to self: Licking an Asbestos shingle on a dare…
  SURE it may seem really fucking funny now….)

  

Gossip around CyberTown….

• OOH! Juicy Gossip, involving SEX!
  And you all wonder why I love Tammy’s Web Spinner so much!

• Get well soon to The Webmistress‘ daughter.
  (Rumor has it, she suffered her concussion battling Terrorists who were planting a bomb in a soccer field, or something…. Well, you know how fast Jo talks!)

• Jeff Clark asked me a question today… he asked a lot of people the same question. Expect something colossally-monumentously-HUMONGOUS coming out of the Internet Brothers’ site soon… (But you didn’t hear it from me…SHHHH!)
• Sorry to hear about your dad, Graham. I’m sure he’d be proud as hell of you.
  Reading Goodbye Mommy had a similar effect on me too. My mom never got to see any of her grandchildren, and it was the one thing she had always looked forward to…

  I wonder how many people picked up a phone, or remembered their parents after reading that story?

  Well, Mat FUckRock1 … in answer to your question? Because Zeldman writes from the heart, and hits the bullseye everytime.

"…Whut light through yonner window busts? It is th’ east, an’ Juliet is th’ sun, as enny fool kin plainly see. Arise, fair sun, an’ kill th’ envious moon, Who is already sick an’ pale wif grief, Thet thou her maid art far mo’e fair than she: Be not her maid, on account o’ she is invious; Her vestal livery is but sick an’ green An’ none but fools does wears it; cast it off. It is mah lady, O, it is mah love! O, thet she knowed she were! She speaks yet she says nothin’: whut of thet? Her eye discourses; ah will answer it. ah’s too bold, ’tis not t’me she speaks: Two of th’ fairess stars in all th’ hevvin, Havin’ some business, does entreat her eyes To twinkle in their sphars till they return, as enny fool kin plainly see. Whut in tarnation eff’n her eyes were thar, they in her haid? Th’ brightness of her cheek’d shame them stars, As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in hevvin W’d through th’ airy region stream so bright Thet birds’d sin’ an’ reckon it were not night. See, how she leans her cheek upon her han’! O, thet ah were a glove upon thet han’, Thet ah might touch thet cheek! Fry mah hide! "

Via captain_rug_munch (It was hilarious… thought I’d share)