I checked my referral logs this morning to see who'd dropped by overnight. It isn't usually a lengthy read -- about 15 or 20 hits. One name jumped out at me, though. Could it be that Foundation? I clicked through on it. It was. The Bill and Melinda Gates Foundation.
This could mean only one thing -- that I was soon going to be the wealthiest bl0gger in the world! I phoned up my boss and told him exactly what I thought about him and then I started pricing out private jets.
While waiting for quotes, I decided to see what had piqued Bill 'n' Mel (as I now call her)'s interest in yours truly, and looked at the page they'd landed on.
Cancel the jets. I never pegged Bill as a Garfield kinda guy, but if he is, this sort of insensitive treatment isn't going to make him my new rich friend.
In some serendipitous fashion, however, it ties in nicely with the post I was working on last night, the Bl0g Of The Week:
Formerly named I Read The Comics So You Don't Have To; now it's called The Comics Curmudgeon:
My personal curmudgeonly opinion is that the less said about the 75th anniversary Blondie mutual wank-a-thon, the better, but I feel compelled to drag Saturday’s Garfield out to help illustrate why comics characters drawn by different artists shouldn’t be put in close proximity to one another. Because I’ve been reading Garfield pretty much since I achieved rudimentary literacy, but it wasn’t until I saw Jon next to Dagwood that I realized that OH MY GOD HE HAS NO NOSE! I MEAN, LOOK AT HIM! HIS ENORMOUS, BULBOUS EYES ARE JUST SITTING DIRECTLY ABOVE HIS UPPER LIP! SWEET JESUS CHRIST THAT’S CREEPY! I’m sure the architects of this huge crossoverfest were looking to instill a sense of “warm and fuzzy” in their readers; for me, anyway, they got “aesthetically unsettled” instead.
A very worthwhile (and time-saving: remember -- he reads the comics so you don't have to) bl0g. You'll get more genuine laughs from his (and his commenters) commentary than you will from a month's worth of Sally Forth and For Better Or For Worse.