I am going to come clean here and admit that I have become a Wonka Nerds addict. I don’t know how it happened. I don’t even remember when I first had some, but now, I can’t live without them. I like the grape ones the best, but strawberry is good too. The fruit punch and orange ones are not on my list, but lacking all other flavors, I’ll eat those. Nerds, Nerds, Nerds. I don’t even like to eat candy that much – I can’t believe how much I love these things.
Does that make me a bad person?
So basically it’s just sugar and flavoring. Ever so good for you. Well, they are good for your soul, so that makes them good. Not so good if you are trying to cut empty calories, but I look at it this way…one or two of the little tiny boxes instead of a bowl of ice cream is probably a good thing.
So remember kids, if you want to suck up to me, Nerds.
The comment spammers are killing me. I can’t even begin to tell you what a low ring of hell is reserved for these people. They are the lowest of the low. So I guess I’m going to have to switch my commenting software, because I just can’t keep up with the comment spam any more, and every one comes in from a unique IP address, so I can’t even block them normally.
So for now, I guess I’m going to have to go with the stuff Blogger provides for free, until I can figure something else out. For those of you using that solution already, do you still get comment spam if you turn it on without the thing where you have to approve all comments?
That means that all the recent comments will be lost. For that, I am truly sorry. Your words of wisdom will live on in my heart.
George Bush wants to get his filthy stinking paws on the records of “our” Google searches….so my idea is to have everyone in the United States, no, the world, spend all day doing searches for things like “Bush is Hitler II” and “Bush is Eroding Your Civil Liberties” and “How does it feel to live in a police state?” and other helpful things. I’d like to get a copy of the final report if we could make this work.
Sure, our dog doesn’t shed, and his hair is so soft it makes Miss Clairol jealous, but look at what happens to him in the snow.
This doesn’t come off that easily, by the way. We have to submerge him in warm water to melt off the snowballs. Fun.