Thursday, June 05, 2003

Well, I basically have the new website up and running. Basically. I won't be updating this site any longer, so please update to the new site. Sorry it took so long to get running. Update your links to Glennalicious, now with 20% more spice!
Try again.

Monday, June 02, 2003

Yup. Screwed things up royally trying to switch over to the new server. Whoops.
Supposedly the Eskimos have a hundred different ways to say snow. Dry snow, wet snow, dandruff snow. I'm thinking that New Yorkers should develop some new words to describe the types of rain.
Needed:
Rain that only occurs on weekends when you want to do something outdoors and stops as soon as you're back at work
Rain that feels like it is February, when actually it is June 1
Prescient rain that knows you forgot your umbrella
Prescient rain that knows you have your umbrella and simply looms menacingly
Rain that lasts just long enough to make all the dog poop on the streets extra mushy
Rain that gushes out of every meteorological orifice
Rain that is brought underground by the trains, streaking across the steel bodies
Rain that rolls across your bald head on a hot summer day, slowly rolling in cool rivers down to your shoulders, soaking your shirt, soaking everything: I like that rain.
Rain that stealthily clings to the tree limbs until dislodged by your proximity

Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day. Please.

Sunday, June 01, 2003

The new site is up. Almost.
Supposedly the Eskimos have a hundred different ways to say snow. Dry snow, wet snow, dandruff snow. I'm thinking that New Yorkers should develop some new words to describe the types of rain.
Needed:
Rain that only occurs on weekends when you want to do something outdoors and stops as soon as you're back at work
Rain that feels like it is February, when actually it is June 1
Prescient rain that knows you forgot your umbrella
Prescient rain that knows you have your umbrella and simply looms menacingly
Rain that lasts just long enough to make all the dog poop on the streets extra mushy
Rain that gushes out of every meteorological orifice
Rain that is brought underground by the trains, streaking across the steel bodies
Rain that rolls across your bald head on a hot summer day, slowly rolling in cool rivers down to your shoulders, soaking your shirt, soaking everything: I like that rain.
Rain that stealthily clings to the tree limbs until dislodged by your proximity

Rain, rain, go away. Come again some other day. Please.