Blogworld Saturday

My week went well, thank you. I finished episode #10 (I think) of Heroes on DVD, the episode titled "Six Months Ago" -- or something like that. I'm totally giddy. Going to watch a few more episodes bed in a bit, though.

How was your week?

Papersurfer. He goes into a good bollocking session with his employees when it's warranted. But this week it was all just group hugs and lots of lovey-dovey for him and his workers. I wish he'd been my boss when I was still gainfully(?) employed.

Mist1. Playing Scrabble is so cool. I sure would like to play a round with Mist1 and her mother. I'm sure I'd learn a few choice words from them.

Bud. Women rock! Well, so do men, but in his post, Bud lists the best female rockers according to him. I love the song made popular by his top choice (but I must confess I prefer George Michael's cover version).

Silverneurotic. If you have a brother or a sister, or both, chances are you've clashed with them. She did, and this reinforces my feelings that siblings, as much as we love them, should be shipped off to somewhere out of sight (like Pluto) for a few days every now and then.

CS. She lives with somethingone who's predisposed to moving suddenly and whose meals sometimes probably consist of things that are still alive. But her sinuous, slithery housemate is also a kickass fashion accessory!

Burton. Otherwise known as Sony. I'm a long-time fan of his; I so enjoy reading his blog. His way with words conjures up the most delicious images in my mind, even when he posts about sad things or even when he rambles. And he put up a video blog post! It is such a treat to see and hear my blog buddies, and to get a glimpse of their parts of the world.

Migs. He had a mid-young-life crisis of sorts recently. Thankfully, it's all behind him and he's now on high (and dry) ground. Hope it doesn't happen anytime again soon, Migs. A bit too early for a golden years dry run. [the lame puns here make me want to kill myself]

H. Another person whose way with words just captivates me. I'd hate her if I didn't already love her so much already. I, too, have my stress points, when I am weighed down by angst, but I can never write about those moments the way she does.

Probably the RHCP song I like best. I used to have this one in my *sob* phone. Along with a host of others I used to drink beer to. Phone's dead. Songs live on, though.



I hope everyone has a bollocks-free, word-worthy, rocking, respectful, fashionable (but comfortable), visually vivid, continent, and gravitas-free weekend. See you in a few days. [Hiro, here I come!]