Saturday, August 03, 2002, 12:35 a.m.

Starting over.

Again.

Blogger, farewell. Doing my own thing.

Again.

Plain and uncomplicated. Just the way I like it.

Again.

August 3, 2002 3:30 p.m.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch..

From the Ahem, Apparently You Can't Sell Just Anything on eBay Department. According to the Register, Man auctions advertising space on penis. Unfortunately, the ad was pulled by eBay before I could see it. However, what the ad says is preserved immemorial in the Register article, sans photo, if there ever was one.

Hmm, I wonder if web surfers in Saudi Arabia have discovered Peekabooty. Doubtful.

From the Chicago Tribune. Things that make you wake up screaming in the middle of the night:

Ricky Amundsen, 11, died Tuesday evening when an 80-foot pine tree split in half and fell on his two-person tent, according to Bill Fisher of the Northwest Suburban Council of the Boy Scouts of America.

<shuddering>

I don't think any of us can possibly imagine or feel how Ricky Amundsen's parents and family and friends are feeling now. I am so sorry for their loss.

I want a cool logo so bad, I can taste it.

Love that. No, I don't want that for my logo. But, to me, that logo says, "Christine!" That's what I like, if you know what I mean.

I want a logo that says, "me." Someone recently offered to make a logo for me. And he did. And I was disappointed. And afterward I thought to myself, if this is how he sees "me," then probably everyone else does too. Really, I don't think he put any thought into this at all.

Is that sad, or what? < What do you think? >

8:03 p.m.