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Hey guys -- does anyone have a saved copy of the Guide To Discworld Reading that I posted in January of 2005? I just realised it's one of the more permanent casualties of the Hack. And while I could rewrite it, I'd really rather not have to. Not that it doesn't need updating anyway...

I've completed the tagging and unlocking for 2008, so the majority of the last year and a half's entries are back up. Now comes the bloody business of cross-checking what's there against what Google Reader has archived, and hand-uploading those entries.

You know, as satisfying as it will be to have a tidy journal, I have to say that being the human test subject for the "Nothing ever disappears off the internet" hypothesis was not exactly pleasant.

In other news, Coworker B brought me chocolate and a cherry jolly rancher sucker. She wins Thursday.

In other other news, a couple of people were intrigued when I mentioned that the new journal title is from a Chumbawamba song, and many more were intrigued to hear that they'd written a Shakespearean-style love ballad between two men. So I thought I'd upload a sampler of their work that does not include I GET KNOCKED DOWN, BUT I GET UP AGAIN. :D Because they really are a pretty sublime group of artists and I am deeply in love with their cover of Daddy Was A Bankrobber.

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R came over to hang out for a bit this evening and continue...

*dramatic drumroll*

THE EPIC SAGA OF THAT GIRL.

So, the night before last he texted me that he'd gone to a bar with a buddy, and met up with a girl, and That Girl had been bartending. And That Girl had called this buddy's FIANCEE and told her that he was meeting strange girls in bars. Which is kind of an asshole thing to do, but the fiancee blew her off.

Anyway, this afternoon he texts me, "Yo, this shit is off the hook, after we talked a whole new chapter opened" and I was dying to hear, so he came over after work.

SO LAST NIGHT, right, R actually stayed in and a girl he's been seeing, we'll call her New Girl, was stopping in at That Girl's bar after work. She happened to mention she was seeing R, and That Girl went in fucking sane. She texted R like half a dozen times with messages like "Yo, I met your slut" and "You should have called her after you fucked her" and "I don't know how you could do this to me." I saw the texts. New Girl saw the texts this morning and was totally bewildered, because they hadn't actually talked much and R always calls her.

People, R and That Girl broke up in APRIL. Since that time, That Girl has gotten pregnant, ENGAGED, MOVED IN WITH SOMEONE, and then dumped him. When R pointed this out to That Girl in a textmessage, she texted back "You're a manipulative prick and you have no idea what I can do to you."

It's kind of moved out of the realm of funny and into the realm of seriously, this woman needs psychiatric help, except it's still kind of funny because OH MY GOD WHAT.

Also, I get to laugh more than he does because I told him so.

NB: Bland, his new roommate, predictably has no opinion on the matter.