Rhondy is Magic

When we were at the bar in El Campo, freezing under the ac vent and waiting for Creager to come on, Rhondy asked me what ever happened to my BFF Travi. I told her he went MIA a few years ago, I found his twin brother on myspace a couple years ago and he had no idea where he was. Every couple months I search the book and the space to see if he's gone public again, but hadn't had any luck. Then I felt sad, because I miss him so much, and guilty because I should've called his mom and had coffee with her. She's a cool lady. We did a shot toasting Travi, hoping he was well.

Less than 24 hours later, I'm in the middle of the heated fan war, when I notice I have a message in my inbox. IT'S FROM TRAVI! He's back in Houston! The next day, I talked to him on the phone and I can't tell you what it felt like to hear his voice again.

I tell Rhondy that I found him (or he found me) and she says, "You're welcome." Heheh, I love Rhondy.

We're going to meet at happy hour today and I'm so excited I might piss myself.

Totally unrelated: I think Diane Sawyer is throwing her hat into the 'Craziest Morning Show Correspondent' race. Willard Scott and Al Roker better watch their asses.

Fan Wars and Roger Creager (revised)

I had a fairly busy weekend and I missed a few days, and I can live with that. I'm not going to post date.

Robin and I have a pretty intense Fan War going on over at the book. You may be confused because a week ago she surrendered, naming me champion. I'm confused, too. But, I'm a good sport, so I'll allow the rematch.

I think it all started because Robin lives about 2,281 miles away (that's what Google Maps tells me, anyway) so we IM often, usually late at night after (or while) drinking and random things that would fail to interest or amuse anyone else is hilarious as f..k to us. Actually, the same could be said of us when we're sober.

So, basically we search facebook for things to become fans of... random and unusual is encouraged, lying is discouraged. I still question her new found fondness of lions. I know it's only amusing to us, and I'm sorry if we've been blowing up your newsfeed with notifications like "Robin has just become a fan of Everything" followed by "Ceci has just become a friend of Everything And More!". It keeps us pretty busy.

I also went with my BFF Rhondy to El Campo to see Roger Creager. It was Rhondy's first time and I think I made a believer of her. It was fricking awesome. It's a public blog so these are the only details you get: We made new friends, almost stole a school bus, had a fan pointed at me, and Rhondy learned to dance. Not in that order. Check the pictures on the book. Sorry, myspace.

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ETA: As I was writing this, a brilliant idea came to me. So perfectly brilliant that I couldn't believe that neither of us had thought of it earlier. I made a fan page for Robin. Then I giggled for about 30 minutes until she got home, logged into the book, and saw "Ceci became a fan of Robin". Seconds later I received the congratulatory IM. So, it's officially over. I am the undefeated champion of a game I created. Of course, Robin then made a fan page for me...

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Not What I Was Hoping For

Our friend Toby Jones over at Jones' Big Ass Truck Rental and Storage finally dropped his second commercial. It's cute, but not as hilarious as the first one.



I wish my birthday was coming up so I could ask for one of those shirts his momma makes.

I hope this is real.

Someone give me one good reason why I shouldn't go to Chicago and get drunk with this guy. Check out his awesome website.

Oh, good. It's going to be one of those days.

1: Thank you for calling Comcast technical support, this is Whatever, how can I assist you today?

Me: Yes, ma'am. I'm calling from a restaurant, and our internet service is down.

1: Phone number?

Me: blah blah.

1: Oh, I can't help you in this department, I'll transfer you to business accounts.

Me: Thank you.

1: Thank you again for calling Comcast Technical support, I hope you have a great day, but first is there anything I can assist you with before I transfer you?

Me: (pause) No, ma'am. Thank you.

Hold music... four minutes twenty seconds.

2: Thank you for calling Comcast technical support, this is Whatever, how can I assist you today?

Me: Yes, sir, I'm calling from Restaurant and our internet service is down. I cannot batch yesterday's credit cards.

2: Is this a residential call?

Me: What? No.

2: Phone number associated with the account?

Me: blah blah

2: I don't have any record of your account.

Me: Really? The first lady pulled it up with the phone number.

2: Number again?

Me: blaaaah

2: Are you sure you have an account with Comcast? I don't have any record of your account?

Me: Yes, we had a service call yesterday and received a new router. I'm holding the invoice. Would you like our account number?

2: Is this a residential account?

Me: No! I'm still at Restaurant.

2: Hold please.

Hold music three minutes, twelve seconds.

Recorded voice: We cannot complete your call. Please hang up and try again later.

WHAT the hell, Comcast?!?!?

I'm highjacking RR's wireless. Hope they don't mind....

Dear Internet,

I just realized that I missed my SEVEN YEAR ANNIVERSARY! April 8, 2001 I made my very first blog post on livejournal.

It reads:

12:02 am
This is my first post...
Current Mood: curious
Current Music: Buckcherry

It garnered no comments. Some things never change.

Anyway, internet, here's to seven more years of mediocre blogging! Thanks for having me!

-c

p.s. For those of you that blog, when did you start your first? I'm betting Rhondy's got me beat...

My new favorite thing

is Stumble Upon. It's all kind of random goodness! It directed me to this nifty cooking site that gives you recipes based on what you have in your refrigerator and this endless, senseless collabrative blog type thing.

Also, this site with TONS of cures for writer's block.

Dear Site Meter,

I don't know how I ever lived without you. You bring me endless joy. Technically, Rhondy should get some credit for introducing me to you, but I'm gonna go ahead and take credit for discovering what I like to call "the popular search scam".

I mentioned to Rhondy that google searches have led unaware web browsers to my page. I joked that mentioning such things as Pamela Anderson naked, midget porn, or Miss USA 2008 (which Rhondy tells me is the most searched topic on Yahoo!) will lead people to my page. But, now that I think about it- How could one person be so deceptive? I mean just to put topics such as Ivana Trump wedding or Jay Z and Beyonce Wedding on your page to garner more hits? I mean it's almost like dedicating a paragraph to American Idol results, or Lost spoilers. That's just silly.

And tacky. I mean, really.

-c

Dear Myspace Friends,

Would you all please just get a damn facebook account? Please? I'd make a list of reasons as to why facebook is so much better than myspace, but lists are sooo last month. Just trust me on this one.

Snoogans,
-c

Dear social-networking wanna-be prankster friends,

Really?

Do you really think anyone is going to believe that you are pregnant, moving, etc on April Fool's Day? I'm insulted by your lameness. This is your warning, next year if you pull that shit I'm calling you out.

Peace out,
c

Websites I visit daily

• Gmail
• Facebook
• Myspace
• Livejournal
• Google

Shameless

Notice all those ads to the right of the posts? If you click on them or use the google search field I get a few pennies! That shit adds up, yall. Get to clickin'!

Ch-ch-ch-check it out

PostSecret is an ongoing community art project where people mail in their secrets anonymously on one side of a homemade postcard.

They post new secrets every Sunday. It's not the complete downer it sounds like, people send in positive secrets as well.

STOP IT!

The next person that fwds me one of those "Why do you park in a driveway and drive on a parkway" bullshit emails will be punched in genitalia to be determined later.

I may start a new series of posts explaining these "hilarious" oxymorons, because really... REALLY.

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