Google will come to your house and do your laundry for you.
Google now has a free 411 service. Dang.
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Trivial PursuitsThis tagline intentionally left blank.Monday the Thirty-First of December, Two Thousand and SevenGoogle will come to your house and do your laundry for you. Google now has a free 411 service. Dang.
bashfully posted by Martin Marks at 12:46 in the afternoon // two comments by:
So glad I'm not working today. Apparently I really did catch up on my sleep yesterday, because after being out until like 1:30 last night, I found myself unable to sleep past seven. Crazy.
literally posted by Martin Marks at 7:59 in the morning // comment? by:
Sunday the Thirtieth of December, Two Thousand and Seven240 and counting! I had an accomplishmenty-fresh day! Woo! adventurously posted by Martin Marks at 10:44 in the evening // comment? by:
Now I have a too-much-sleep headache. Oh, sleep. How I've missed you.
cryptically posted by Martin Marks at 1:31 in the afternoon // comment? by:
Saturday the Twenty-Ninth of December, Two Thousand and Seven"Anyway, this cake is great." The Year in Online Video, by our beloved Lore Fitzgerald Sjöberg. A thousand bonus points if you manage to watch all twelve videos in their entirety without crying. (I managed it, though by minute four of "Chocolate Rain" I was pretty close to breaking.) defiantly posted by Martin Marks at 3:12 in the afternoon // four comments by:
Friday the Twenty-Eighth of December, Two Thousand and SevenAnd yet I can't help feeling like I should have more books than this. Bookshelf 1: English-language fiction (Adams-Vonnegut)
quintessentially posted by Martin Marks at 7:57 in the evening // ten comments by:
Where in the hell am I going to put Persepolis? I hate trying to categorize things. It always seems so arbitrary. amatorially posted by Martin Marks at 6:03 in the evening // six comments by:
"But I'm not done vomiting!" So I tried to make today a Decadence Friday, but as it turns out, my idea of shameless and unabashed hedonism is apparently sleeping in until 6:45. Also, I somehow managed to volunteer to come in to work tomorrow. I suck at Decadence Friday. gruffly posted by Martin Marks at 4:23 in the afternoon // one comment by:
Thursday the Twenty-Seventh of December, Two Thousand and Seven"My breakfast was half-English, and I'm half-English too." needlessly posted by Martin Marks at 7:34 in the evening // comment? by:
Wednesday the Twenty-Sixth of December, Two Thousand and Seven"Brightly shone the moon that night, though the frost was cruel." I can't believe I'm working on Boxing Day. So not cool. incandescently posted by Martin Marks at 5:38 at night // comment? by:
Tuesday the Twenty-Fifth of December, Two Thousand and SevenMerry Christmas, blogmass. Got on a lucky one,
Came in eighteen to one, I've got a feeling This year's for me and you. So happy Christmas. I love you, baby. I can see a better time When all our dreams come true. agnostically posted by Martin Marks at 8:27 in the evening // two comments by:
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