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Sleepy time

It's sleepy time here in the House of Word Counts. Oz had to work all night. He came home late this morning, bearing donuts, and went to sleep shortly thereafter. I worked a little this morning, paid a stack of bills, took a walk, then amused myself quietly. I could hardly vacuum up all the grit we tracked in yesterday, too noisy. I drank a big mug of chamomile tea, which isn't detracting from the general sleepiness in any way, let me tell you.

I think that the local gonzo squirrel has bred. Every time I look outside anymore I see a squirrel diving from the willow oak and barreling across the street on a slack, swinging power line. Tail pinwheeling, squirrel growling squirrel profanity, sometimes scampering on top of the line, sometimes suspended from it. These are, I'm sure, the same squirrels that dance on my roof in the mornings.

Yesterday I checked my referral logs and got annoyed with hotlinkers (over at MySpace—note how it's not called "MyBandwidth"). I went and hid the pictures they were stealing. Then, this morning when I was checking bandwidth usage on my site's control panel, I found a hotlink protection button I didn't know I had. Hotlink protection is now enabled. We'll see how effective it is. I haven't had many problems with hotlinking in the past, except for the idiot who hotlinked one of my photographs as the wallpaper for his forum site.

Yawn. Still sleepy.

245 words | October 22, 2005 05:15 PM | Real true story