I have moved.

Yes, I know. I'm annoying.

Find me now at: http://phillylush.wordpress.com/.

I've wanted to move onto wordpress for a while now, for various reasons. The only reason I wasn't was because I didn't want people to have to go through the hassle of updating their links for me and such. But, in the end, the allure of wordpress was too strong. Maybe it was its ability to tell me how people found my posts, or its manly manner of taking charge, and sending my entries to google. Or its coy grin as it gives me a line graph of what got read when. Ah, wordpress, you have swayed my heart.

Goodbye blogger. I am sorry that I was weak and could not be more faithful. I hope we could still be friends? I am leaving this blog here, so that people know where to find me. I hope you don't mind. Don't worry, my liebling, there are other bloggers in the vast series of tubes.

Anyway, friends of mine, please update your blogrolls with the new address. Readers, please update your bookmarks. New people, please click that link and see what blogger gave up by not being attentive to my needs.

Sometimes truth is so much better than fiction

I was hitting the random button on xkcd today (as you do at work), and came across this comic.

It's hilarious in its own right, until I scrolled over it and the text "the younger folk in the audience think this is a joke" appeared. To which I thought "...Jimmy Carter was attacked by a giant swimming rabbit? No way."

Yes way.

It's sad that my history classes wasted so much time on the Industrial Revolution, and I was never taught something this awesome. I can picture my AP history tests now "please describe how the 1979 rabbit incident is related to Carter's release of Patty Hearst from jail two months earlier. Use at least three primary sources."

I still can't really believe this happened...

My mother, it should be noted, doesn't really use the internet, so has no idea why this is funny.

So my cat is walking dangerously close to the chocolate chip muffins she just made.

me: No, cat.
mom: She shouldn't be hungry. She had the rest of your dinner.
A pause as this sinks in.
me: She ate my cheeseburger? My cat ate a cheeseburger?
mom: Well, she was looking at it like she wanted it.Apparently, you can.