Oh, gee. It’s not been four days since the end of NaBloPoMo and already I’m slacking. It’s just, the computer is allll the way over there (read: in my lap), and my brain is… well… I think I left it behind the toilet during the great grandma-juice incident of 2007. It’s the fumes, you see. November? What’s a “november”?
The other day I posted a link to sixhours.net on NotCot.org, just for the heck of it. I was totally not expecting to see my Web traffic multiply tenfold as a result. So, hello! If I’d known you were coming I might have whipped out the lipstick or taken off the mumu… or something.
(Is it a faux-pas to talk about your Web site traffic on your Web site? Probably. I am the queen of the faux-pas.)
Sixhours has also had the good fortune to grace the pages of Spray Glue, Skirmisher, The Word Cellar, and Cajsita Design recently, so thanks to all for the good karma!
More random things:
- I won a little contest over at Indiefixx and there are presents coming my way in the mail. I love presents!
- My hair is short. Short, as in, they-used-the-automatic-clippers-on-the-back-instead-of-the-scissors short. Yes, that short. I love it. Some day I will be brave and go bald.
- I’m infatuated with Ghirardelli’s Peppermint Bark, which is unfortunate, being that it costs upwards of eight dollars a bag. We may have to refinance the house to cover my addiction. Someday you’ll see me on Intervention, 150 pounds heavier, wearing a mumu and a ring of chocolate around my mouth and telling the camera, “I can quit anytime I want to!”
And with that lovely mental image, I bid you adieu!