You can't keep a Blogger down...

It seems the Google Gods don't hate me anymore. I'm still researching our problem. Hopefully I'll have something useful to add by Monday.

UPDATE: Have you met Nunuf of Fickle and Whim? She's a friggin genius. The code she found that disables right-clicking can be found here. You can test it out on both our blogs to see if it's something you'd like to do too. Thank you Nunuf!

Punching Chads: So far on the 10/06/2006 poll about what unites us as bloggers, 55 people have voted.

70.9% of us came seeking a creative outlet
52.7% are looking for friends that share the same interests
36.4% are interested in photography
34.5% are bored with their job/life
32.7% are passing along a message or experience
21.8% are knitting or sewing hobbyists
18.2% are estranged from one or both parents
14.5% are going through a happy transition
12.7% are expecting an addition to the family
7.3% are mourning a loss.

Hunger Strike: Things have been wonky ever since Hoop quit his job last July. He stays up late. I get up early. We're rarely hungry at the same times anymore. The latter is the most upsetting. For the most part my weekdays are planned out for me. I get very little choice in what happens from 8-6, Monday through Friday. And from 6 on there are chores to be done, dogs to be played with, and dinner to be made. Ahhh dinner. I'm a skinny Italian. So I think when it comes to food there's a stereotypical fat Italian calling out from my subconscious, "Shovel it in PIGGY!" It's right up there with showers and sex.

I came home on Tuesday night craving Sushi. Hoop seemed agreeable enough when I mentioned it. But 30 minutes later as we drove toward the Japanese restaurant, he changed his mind. "I'm just really not that hungry babe." I don't like to eat alone. I especially don't like to eat alone with someone watching me. So it was obvious that Sushi was out. The idea of fast food repulsed me and I knew our cabinets were bare at home. So we went elsewhere in the hopes that Hoop would regain his appetite in a little bit.

The later it got, the grumpier I became. Until finally I was feeling starved and down right mean. Suddenly the whole thing had become an evil plot in my mind. "He's TRYING to starve me. He doesn't care if I eat or not. It's all about him. Fine. I'm not going to eat at all! And when I pass out, he'll be sorry." I know, it was completely irrational. But to be fair, I have low blood sugar. My brain stops working when my tank hits empty. So we headed over to his Mom and Grandparents' house.

"You want some food?" His Grandma asked when we walked in. "No, I'm fine." I grumbled while giving Hoop the stank-eye. "You should eat," Hoop suggested. I flopped down in the nearest chair and struck up a conversation with his Mom instead. Five minutes later Grandma strolled in and set a plate of hot Sloppy Joe in front of me. "I don't care if you're hungry or not! If you don't want it, leave it there." And then she was gone. I stared at the plate for a minute, determined to continue my food strike. But it looked so good. I demolished the meal in record time. After I was finished I went over and gave Hoop's Grandma a hug.

"I knew she would solve everything." Hoop told me as we drove home.

I nodded. "Grandma's are good like that."

Daily Hoop Conversation:
(While listening to NIN "The Hand That Feeds.")
Hoop: Would you bite the hand that feeds you?
Tink: Why would I bite my own hand?
Hoop: ...
Tink: Besides, I need that hand. I was only born with two.
Hoop: It doesn't say you have to bite it OFF.
Tink: Yeah, but I never do anything half-assed.

Daily Hoop Conversation 2:
Hoop: You say that, "cheating is doing something you couldn't tell your partner about" right?
Tink: Yup.
Hoop: Well, you weren't telling me that you were blogging.
Tink: That's different.
Hoop: No it's not.
Tink: So... you're implying that I was cheating on your with a computer?!
Hoop: *Grins*
Tink: That's right Hoop. Me and Mr... DELL here were getting it on while you weren't home.
Hoop: Oh-ho, Mr. Dell is it?
Tink: Dirty Dell if it pleases you.

Daily Hoop Conversation 3:
Tink: What do you think of the Pumpkin Spiced Ale?
Hoop: Um... I guess it's OK. I'd rather drink a regular beer though.
Tink: *Takes a sip*
Hoop: What do you think?
Tink: It tastes like Sushi.
Hoop: Hmm. I didn't get that at all.

October Search Terms:
(What people put into search engines that bring them here)
1. petnames mans privates Hold on, I'm thinking...
2. "riding the baloney pony" ...there you go!
3. preteen hooker Whatever you heard, it's all LIES!
4. Disney "i think he's trying to tell us something" Yeah like, "I'm really a Pedophile hiding out in this Goofy suit. Come sit on my lap little kid."
5. sexy where's Waldo costumes There is nothing sexy about Waldo.
6. pickled pups Nasty, dude!
7. pickled mullet So you can what, wear it later?!

I'm thinking about playing hookie tomorrow. So in case I don't see you, "Good-afternoon, good-evening, and good-night." Don't forget to stop by Odd Mix's to catch the WWC words for this weekend!