Recovered from the Wayback Machine.
I am so glad I took one more wander around cyberspace before going to bed.
Here’s an Australian IT ezine article featuring googlewhacking and our own celebrated Jonathon Delacour.
Congrats, Mr. Delacour. We’ll try to remember to treat you with more respect hence forth. No more messages from Pudding, that sort of thing.
Over 12 hours later, and I finally filled in the last form, signed the last W2, toted the last barge, lifted the last bale. I’m one tired puppy. The 940 was almost the breaking point, but I held it together. Rah.
The good news is I only made one small mistake in withholding last year, and it was in December, so no fines. The bad news is that I missed one quarter filing. In fact there’s a whole story on this I could bore you with, but not tonight — too tired (you’re saved).
Next up: 1120 income tax in March. Ugh. However, I’m done with this monumental balance and check, and in time to get it into mail tomorrow and save myself some nasty fines. Dancing in the moonlight.
Quick note — I plan on updating the Blogicon this weekend including new entries, of which one is named after a certain someone you all hold dear. Don’t you? Thanks for being patient if your item hasn’t shown yet.
Googlewhacking is sure going insane isn’t it. We’re all such crazy people.
Green eyes signing off for the night.
One more tax form — took a break to get the mail and guess what came today: the fruitcake that my mother sent me at the beginning of December.
This deserves a 2001 sound byte!
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel with my tax and year end filings. I’m also finding some amazing revelations….
to be continued…
For now, I’m taking a quick break for a sup and a quick blogpeek (blogging when you shouldn’t be). I found two more Google Instant Messages:
burningbird Stav says hi
shelley powers finish the rdf book
Well, we know who the first one is — guesses as to the second?
I think I have a few minutes….WTF!?! What’s this Do a Shelley I’m seeing!.
‘EXCUSE ME! I have to go back to work now. I can’t play anymore. I have to be good.
I find that Rogi is a level headed, very cool person. He made an excellent point in a comment attached to my last posting. As a result, after thinking about it, I decided not to waste my blogspace on the content. And pulled it. Yes, I did a Dave. Flushed it down the blogging toilet.
Thanks Rogi — must be that Azores air that makes you smart!
(P.S. I still want to see some of your photos!)
One more quick note before crawling off to bed. I just saw evidence of Google Instant Messages within the Referrer Thingy at three places, and I’ve seen links elsewhere.
Ladies and Gentlemen, we’re in on the birth of a new meme. May I introduce to you to Googlewhacking’s baby brother:
Take a bow Stav and Amphiskios — you’re meme parents! <edit />