RIDICULOUSLY BRIEF UPDATE ON MY LIFE AND THAT SORT OF THING

No time for a long-winded explanation (see yesterday's post for something resembling that), but I'll just say that I finally had a vacation, and it's pretty much over . . . as of now. I'm heading to the airport for work-related travel in about 28 minutes. And I haven't even started getting ready.

(Translation: I will probably be late.)

No time or inclination to go into detail of the "vacation," but I will say that we spent the time off in town, dealing with lots of the "stuff" that I haven't been able to turn to over the past few months while I was so swamped with work. Work remains good believe it or not, but as should be obvious to any of my remaining readers, it keeps me very busy.

Anyhow, the time off allowed me to break up the routine if nothing else, and believe it or not, the complete collapse of my computering ability due to The Fucking Virus™ permitted me to rediscover the joys of reading, listening to tunes, and drinking beer.

(Ok, I do those things anyway, but time off from work and no PC left me more time.)

Briefly, and then I've got a plane to catch, a short list of what I've been digging:

Beer: Rogue Chocolate Stout (or something that sounds like that) -- wow.

Books: I re-read Steinbeck's East of Eden for maybe the third or fourth time. Still great. One of those books that can, and will, mean something different every time you return to it. Hopefully I'll have more time to address this later on. Probably not though.

Music: Belle & Sebastian, especially their two earliest albums, Tigermilk and If You're Feeling Sinister. I'm addicted.

Lot's more to say, but no time to sa--

TODAY'S QUIZ

What happens when you finally get a little time off . . . but your computer goes down for the count, infected by a malicious virus contracted by looking at a porn link on a fellow blogger's non-porn site?

(That was the quiz question.)

Now . . . for the answer: You do even less posting than you've done over the last 6 months.

As to the supplemental question -- how many readers can such a blogger expect to have after said six months and said viral scourge? -- well I ain't even venturing a guess. Something about imaginary numbers I'd suspect.

A LAME EXCUSE TO GET MY LAME ASS TO POST

Over at George's place, I saw that there's some sort of new meme sweeping the Blogosphere: Google Yourself.

Or something like that.

Anyhow, the deal is this: find five phrases or words for which your blog comes up first in the search results. In other words, five words or phrases that make the Googler say, "Hmmm, this Mike* guy is the be-all-and-end-all when it comes to _____."

Or, if you wanna look at it another way, five words or phrases so obscure, so utterly disconnected to life on earth that it'd be beyond pathetic if another human being ever used them in prose or poetry.

Whatever. My list:

Friday Silly Movie
How Did Donald Trump Go Bankrupt
Krugeraand
Coffee Supping Enjoyment
Killer Zambie

A few comments and questions if I may. Is that the proper spelling of the South African currency? I'd have to guess not. Otherwise how on earth could I be the first hit? I'm also very proud to be number one for The Donald's bankruptcy. Nevertheless, I'm very saddened that I'm only number two for "Donald Trump Bathing Suit," "Mike Is Crack," "Preteen Fantasy," and "I Don't Fuck Fossils For Free."

Oh well.
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*Of course, if you play along with this silly meme, substitute your name instead of mine. You see, that's how it works.