Meltdown

It's hot. Very hot. Hot enough that I want to go outside and scream, "IT'S SUMMER! IT'S HOT! I GET IT! NOW PLEASE STOP!" Hot enough that I am completely incapable of composing a coherent post, since my thoughts keep flitting randomly from topic to topic: "I should write about taking the dogs to agility training. Man it's hot today. I could use a Popsicle. I wonder why they call them Icy Poles here. I wonder what Eskimos call them. I could go for some salmon right now."

See my problem? So instead of fighting it, I'm just going to write this evening's random thoughts from my heat addled brain:

I want a new email address with gmail so I can consolidate a bit (does anyone really NEED five email addresses? no? my point exactly), but all the usernames I like are taken. This sucks and I would hate Google if they didn't provide me with so many other delights, such as GoogleAnalytics, which I may have mentioned before. Have I also mentioned that "surviving oz" is the new #1 search phrase on Google that people are using to reach my blog? This tickles my ego tremendously - although of course, "sydney whorehouse" still comes in at #3. Le sigh.

Yesterday I threatened Ben that I wouldn't come home from work unless he found and killed the thumb-sized spider that I spotted burrowing its merry way into the couch cushions right before I left the house. He didn't find it, so for all I know, it's still in there somewhere. If I die in the middle of posting this, you know why.

Paulo Coelho is giving away his new book, The Winner Stands Alone, for free. Yes, FREE. He's posting a new chapter every three days on his blog. It's not the first time Coelho has given away his work for free - in fact, he actually provides downloadable copies of a few books on his website. Coelho is an extraordinary author, so if you've never read any of his works, go check it out.

I have, and I am not exaggerating, 148 unsorted bookmarks in my Firefox browser. I won't tell you how many I have saved into folders. You might want to enroll me in some kind of support group if you knew.

After the last episode of The Office, I realized I'm kind of getting bored of Jim and Pam, which is something I never thought I'd say. But really, their scenes are about as interesting as damp Wonder Bread. However, the bit with the cat very nearly made me pee my pants:

Go to about 2:30 if you don't want to watch the whole thing. Trust me, it's worth it.

And oh yeah - and we're taking Korben the Wonder Dog and Indiana the Obnoxious Puppy to agility training every week. I'll provide proof in the form of photos as soon as I can get them, which will either be when I can weasel them out of Alison (dog trainer extraordinaire) or somehow manage to juggle a camera and a whiny puppy at the next training session.

Now I'm going to go soak in a tub of ice. You can dig me out once we hit winter.