92

Yeah, so it's day 92. Oh, and I do belive I forgot to mention yesterday that it was St. P. Day. Yeah. Good ol' St. P. Yep. Okay. So, uh, post 92. We're really moving along, aren't we? Yeah. Okay, I just realized I have absolutly nothing worth writing about at this moment. I promise post 93 will... you know what, since when do I write about things that are actually worth writing about? Never. Okay, anyway, I'll have more to write about it post 93. Let's just leave it at that.

91

You know what? The stupid publish post button messed up and said there were errors and the post could not be published. So I tried again and again, and the button finally worked. And it ended up publishing the same post 7 times. So even though this is technically the 97th post, it still only counts as post 91. So there.

90

This marks the 90th post on my blog. I know this because they keep track on the little blog start thingy. But whatever. 90 posts. And if you have read every single one of them, that may very well have been 90 instances where I entirely wasted your time when you could have been doing something productive. And if I'm able to do that, I'm doing my job. Well, not really. But I've always liked saying things like that. So anyway, here’s what we're going to do. We are going to, wait actually I am going to for the next 10 posts, including this one, count up to post number 100. Which should be a super-long celebration post. Or maybe it will just have the number 100 and I won't right anything as a celebration of reaching 100 posts and just getting a break on that one. But you know, either way works just fine for me. And I know only like 3 people actually read this, but I like to think that when I post, I'm posting for the world. Which I technically am. Millions of people have access to this blog. Which is pretty incredible when you think of it. If 5,000,000 people accidentally have a typo and instead of goole.com their fingers slip and type evilchef.blogspot.com, I will become an overnight hit, assuming a fraction of those people don't say "DAMMIT! I SPELLED GOOGLE WRONG AGAIN!!!" And quickly go away. And although the chances of that actually happening are slim, you know, everything is possible. I mean, you should see some of the things in Ripley's Believe it or Not. Okay, like this one guy, he ate spoons! And spoon consumption differs completely from the point I am trying to make here, but just thought I'd add it in there. And the point is: I am 500,000,000 mistakes away from becoming a celebrity! Incredible. Not ever Tom Cruise has 500,000,000 potential fans nowadays. And that's pretty cool.

90

This marks the 90th post on my blog. I know this because they keep track on the little blog start thingy. But whatever. 90 posts. And if you have read every single one of them, that may very well have been 90 instances where I entirely wasted your time when you could have been doing something productive. And if I'm able to do that, I'm doing my job. Well, not really. But I've always liked saying things like that. So anyway, heres what we're going to do. We are going to, wait actually I am going to for the nexy 10 posts, including this one, count up to post number 100. Which should be a super-long celebration post. Or maybe it will just have the number 100 and I won't right anything as a celebration of reaching 100 posts and just getting a break on that one. But you know, either way works just fine for me. And I know only like 3 people actually read this, but I like to think that when I post, I'm posting for the world. Which I technically am. Millions of people have access to this blog. Which is pretty incredible when you think of it. If 5,000,000 people accidently have a typo and instead of goole.com their fingers slip and type evilchef.blogspot.com, I will become an overnight hit, assuming a fraction of those people don't say "DAMMIT! I SPELLED GOOGLE WRONG AGAIN!!!" Amd quickly go away. And although the chances of that actually happening are slim, you know, everything is possible. I mean, you should see some of the things in Ripley's Belive it or Not. Okay, like this one guy, he ate spoons! And spoon consumption differs completly from the point I am trying to make here, but just thought I'd add it in there. And the point is: I am 500,000,000 mistakes away from becoming a celebrity! Incredible. Not ever Tom Cruise has 500,000,000 potential fans nowadays. And that's pretty cool.

90

This marks the 90th post on my blog. I know this because they keep track on the little blog start thingy. But whatever. 90 posts. And if you have read every single one of them, that may very well have been 90 instances where I entirely wasted your time when you could have been doing something productive. And if I'm able to do that, I'm doing my job. Well, not really. But I've always liked saying things like that. So anyway, heres what we're going to do. We are going to, wait actually I am going to for the nexy 10 posts, including this one, count up to post number 100. Which should be a super-long celebration post. Or maybe it will just have the number 100 and I won't right anything as a celebration of reaching 100 posts and just getting a break on that one. But you know, either way works just fine for me. And I know only like 3 people actually read this, but I like to think that when I post, I'm posting for the world. Which I technically am. Millions of people have access to this blog. Which is pretty incredible when you think of it. If 5,000,000 people accidently have a typo and instead of goole.com their fingers slip and type evilchef.blogspot.com, I will become an overnight hit, assuming a fraction of those people don't say "DAMMIT! I SPELLED GOOGLE WRONG AGAIN!!!" Amd quickly go away. And although the chances of that actually happening are slim, you know, everything is possible. I mean, you should see some of the things in Ripley's Belive it or Not. Okay, like this one guy, he ate spoons! And spoon consumption differs completly from the point I am trying to make here, but just thought I'd add it in there. And the point is: I am 500,000,000 mistakes away from becoming a celebrity! Incredible. Not ever Tom Cruise has 500,000,000 potential fans nowadays. And that's pretty cool.

90

This marks the 90th post on my blog. I know this because they keep track on the little blog start thingy. But whatever. 90 posts. And if you have read every single one of them, that may very well have been 90 instances where I entirely wasted your time when you could have been doing something productive. And if I'm able to do that, I'm doing my job. Well, not really. But I've always liked saying things like that. So anyway, heres what we're going to do. We are going to, wait actually I am going to for the nexy 10 posts, including this one, count up to post number 100. Which should be a super-long celebration post. Or maybe it will just have the number 100 and I won't right anything as a celebration of reaching 100 posts and just getting a break on that one. But you know, either way works just fine for me. And I know only like 3 people actually read this, but I like to think that when I post, I'm posting for the world. Which I technically am. Millions of people have access to this blog. Which is pretty incredible when you think of it. If 5,000,000 people accidently have a typo and instead of goole.com their fingers slip and type evilchef.blogspot.com, I will become an overnight hit, assuming a fraction of those people don't say "DAMMIT! I SPELLED GOOGLE WRONG AGAIN!!!" Amd quickly go away. And although the chances of that actually happening are slim, you know, everything is possible. I mean, you should see some of the things in Ripley's Belive it or Not. Okay, like this one guy, he ate spoons! And spoon consumption differs completly from the point I am trying to make here, but just thought I'd add it in there. And the point is: I am 500,000,000 mistakes away from becoming a celebrity! Incredible. Not ever Tom Cruise has 500,000,000 potential fans nowadays. And that's pretty cool.

90

This marks the 90th post on my blog. I know this because they keep track on the little blog start thingy. But whatever. 90 posts. And if you have read every single one of them, that may very well have been 90 instances where I entirely wasted your time when you could have been doing something productive. And if I'm able to do that, I'm doing my job. Well, not really. But I've always liked saying things like that. So anyway, heres what we're going to do. We are going to, wait actually I am going to for the nexy 10 posts, including this one, count up to post number 100. Which should be a super-long celebration post. Or maybe it will just have the number 100 and I won't right anything as a celebration of reaching 100 posts and just getting a break on that one. But you know, either way works just fine for me. And I know only like 3 people actually read this, but I like to think that when I post, I'm posting for the world. Which I technically am. Millions of people have access to this blog. Which is pretty incredible when you think of it. If 5,000,000 people accidently have a typo and instead of goole.com their fingers slip and type evilchef.blogspot.com, I will become an overnight hit, assuming a fraction of those people don't say "DAMMIT! I SPELLED GOOGLE WRONG AGAIN!!!" Amd quickly go away. And although the chances of that actually happening are slim, you know, everything is possible. I mean, you should see some of the things in Ripley's Belive it or Not. Okay, like this one guy, he ate spoons! And spoon consumption differs completly from the point I am trying to make here, but just thought I'd add it in there. And the point is: I am 500,000,000 mistakes away from becoming a celebrity! Incredible. Not ever Tom Cruise has 500,000,000 potential fans nowadays. And that's pretty cool.

90

This marks the 90th post on my blog. I know this because they keep track on the little blog start thingy. But whatever. 90 posts. And if you have read every single one of them, that may very well have been 90 instances where I entirely wasted your time when you could have been doing something productive. And if I'm able to do that, I'm doing my job. Well, not really. But I've always liked saying things like that. So anyway, heres what we're going to do. We are going to, wait actually I am going to for the nexy 10 posts, including this one, count up to post number 100. Which should be a super-long celebration post. Or maybe it will just have the number 100 and I won't right anything as a celebration of reaching 100 posts and just getting a break on that one. But you know, either way works just fine for me. And I know only like 3 people actually read this, but I like to think that when I post, I'm posting for the world. Which I technically am. Millions of people have access to this blog. Which is pretty incredible when you think of it. If 5,000,000 people accidently have a typo and instead of goole.com their fingers slip and type evilchef.blogspot.com, I will become an overnight hit, assuming a fraction of those people don't say "DAMMIT! I SPELLED GOOGLE WRONG AGAIN!!!" Amd quickly go away. And although the chances of that actually happening are slim, you know, everything is possible. I mean, you should see some of the things in Ripley's Belive it or Not. Okay, like this one guy, he ate spoons! And spoon consumption differs completly from the point I am trying to make here, but just thought I'd add it in there. And the point is: I am 500,000,000 mistakes away from becoming a celebrity! Incredible. Not ever Tom Cruise has 500,000,000 potential fans nowadays. And that's pretty cool.

90

This marks the 90th post on my blog. I know this because they keep track on the little blog start thingy. But whatever. 90 posts. And if you have read every single one of them, that may very well have been 90 instances where I entirely wasted your time when you could have been doing something productive. And if I'm able to do that, I'm doing my job. Well, not really. But I've always liked saying things like that. So anyway, heres what we're going to do. We are going to, wait actually I am going to for the nexy 10 posts, including this one, count up to post number 100. Which should be a super-long celebration post. Or maybe it will just have the number 100 and I won't right anything as a celebration of reaching 100 posts and just getting a break on that one. But you know, either way works just fine for me. And I know only like 3 people actually read this, but I like to think that when I post, I'm posting for the world. Which I technically am. Millions of people have access to this blog. Which is pretty incredible when you think of it. If 5,000,000 people accidently have a typo and instead of goole.com their fingers slip and type evilchef.blogspot.com, I will become an overnight hit, assuming a fraction of those people don't say "DAMMIT! I SPELLED GOOGLE WRONG AGAIN!!!" Amd quickly go away. And although the chances of that actually happening are slim, you know, everything is possible. I mean, you should see some of the things in Ripley's Belive it or Not. Okay, like this one guy, he ate spoons! And spoon consumption differs completly from the point I am trying to make here, but just thought I'd add it in there. And the point is: I am 500,000,000 mistakes away from becoming a celebrity! Incredible. Not ever Tom Cruise has 500,000,000 potential fans nowadays. And that's pretty cool.

Nerdy Results

Hey, remember a while back when I took that nerd test and I scored a 24% on it? As in being 24% nerd? Well, it turns out there is more than one nerd test on the net. I tried out another one, and it said I am only an 8% nerd. Incredible. My nerdiness is actually depleting. I din't know that could happen. Okay, just wanted everybody to know that for know plausible reason.

I am Sick

You know, as in not well sick. Not perverted kind of sick. Or the cool kind of sick. OOr the disgusing kind of sick. Or the sick like you use when you want you dog to go attack somebody. But I think that's spelled sic. Whatever. I'm sick by the definition originally givento the word. Actually, I don't know what that is. But I'm coughing and stuff like that. So that kind of sick. Yeah.