I don’t know who originally came up with that line, but it’s pretty damn funny. As for the remake of “Planet of the Apes,” well Dale and I went and saw that tonight. We both thought it was OK. I’ve never seen the original, so I didn’t have anything to compare it to and thus no reason to think it was better or worse than the original. I do think the most impressive aspect of the movie is Rick Baker’s monkey make up. Wow.

• Staying up for 24 hours is one thing. Staying chained to your computer for 24 hours is another.
• 24 hours is a very very long time, when it’s not broken up into sleeping and awake portions.
• But the last 5 hours are longer than the other 19.
• It’s very very hard to come up with material (of substance/quality) every 30 minutes.
• It’s even harder during the last 3 hours.
• The wee hours of the morning get mighty lonely, when everyone you know is tucked into bed and sleeping blissfully.
• Cats can get very very very annoying at 4 am.
• Even with cable, TV quickly becomes a barren wasteland of bad movies and infomercials.

I don’t want to sound like this has been a bad experience. It really hasn’t. I’ve also learned that…

• Cat is an amazing person for putting this whole thing together.
• There are a LOT of caring people out there, both sponsors and participants.
• I have some amazing friends, who’ve supported me with sponsorships, and companionship, and inspiration.
• Sometimes insonmia is useful.
• I was able to accept this challenge and beat it.
• I been able to raise some money for a good cause (the ASPCA).
• And that even if my other list has more items than this one does, this list, the good stuff, all outweighs the drawbacks.

In conclusion, this has been quite an experience, and I’ll be happy to participate again.

Woo hoo! The Blogathon is officially over!! Cat will always have my admiration for organizing all of this.

Once again, I’d like to send out a big thanks to my sponsors:

• Chico Bangs of Evil Twin Theory
• bwg of the bwg update
• Kathie Care of Available Light
• Scott Clothier of Clothier.org

Any many thanks to my friends for staying up with me and providing company and ideas. I love you guys!

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Yay!! We’re in the last half-hour of the Blogathon! Back at the beginning, I promised that not all of my posts were going to be about the Blogathon. I did a pretty good job of upholding that, in my opinion. I do think that it’s appropriate to begin and end the ‘thon by posting my thoughts on it. If you don’t like that, you can kiss my tired ass good night. ;D

A snake? It looks like a sperm to me.

And throws me a lifeline.

Ray: funny, the guy who’s auctioning for ad space on his son’s name don’t look to be starving, do they

Pamela: laf!! hi ray!!

Ray: hi

Pamela: no, that isn’t a calista flockhart family

Ray: hahahaha

Ray: jim and i were musing some names for the kid

Pamela: i wanted to mention that, but i want a photo to back it up

Ray: jim wanted to bid $500,000 for mydad’safuckingloser.black

Ray: i was thinking if he was named by Symantec they could call him Norton

Ray: that’d work out for the kid

Ray: better than taking a bid from Sara Lee

Pamela: rofl!!

Ray: go ahead and blog that

Pamela: hee hee

Pamela: thanks, my brain’s shutting down, and i’m running out of ideas.

* Ray is brother to another wonderful blogging Canuck, bwg.

I miss my old friend, Melissa. I haven’t seen her since my wedding, and we haven’t communicated much since then.

We met when we both worked at the Northern Virginia Communit College Annandale campus bookstore. We got along really well and had a lot of fun. Later, after we’d both moved on to other jobs, hanging out became less frequent. She moved to Maryland and I was still in Virginia.

Still, there was one thing that I could count on, and that was running into her at the Maryland Renaissance Festival. There were only a few occasions when we actually made plans to meet there, but almost every other time I went to MRF, over the course of 3 or 4 years, I was guaranteed to see her. Usually at the White Hart Tavern. That was the time when we’d chat, gossip, and admire each other’s garb (though half the time only she was in costume). She always made herself the prettiest outfits. (And she has loooong red hair that I’d kill for.) I have a lovely photo of her that I took one year. I’ll have to find it again.

Melissa was sweet enough to fly herself out to Texas for my wedding. She and Kathie acted as our Welcome Wenches, waiting near the gate to hand out tickets and programs for our guests. I don’t know if she realizes just how much her presence meant to me.

Anyway, I just wanted to say that Melissa, I miss you. I hope you’re happy and doing well. And still breaking hearts at MRF.

How cute! Kittens were meowing on the TV, and Bailey hopped out of my lap and went in search of them. She’s sitting by the entertainment center now, calling for them. She’s trying to find the kitten in the speaker.

The Bureau of Missing Socks is the first organization solely devoted to solving the question of what happens to missing single socks. It explores all aspects of the phenomena including the occult, conspiracy theories, and extraterrestrial.

A Guide to MRML: the Mind Reading Markup Language (MRML /mur’mul/) is a proprietary extension of the HyperText Markup Language.

Ask Jeez: Seeketh thou an answer? Ask! And it shall be given to you.

Brains4Zombies.com offers brains, celebrity brains, more brains, and zombie chat.

The Hungry Site: Every 3.6 seconds another New Economy employee gets fired. Help save one former employee from going back to work.

Monkeys Rule, Women Suck!

In a recently completed study, University scientists discovered that, while women are very, very sucky, monkeys rule hardcore.

I’ll bet Aaron agrees.

I went to Google and typed in ‘monkey’ just to see what results would come up. The top hits were as follows:

• Webmonkey: a web developer’s resource
• Surfmonkey: a web site filter
• Escape from Monkey Island: a computer game
• The Yellow Monkey: a Japanese rock band
• monkey.org: a private vhost site
• Monkey!: a cult classic Japanese TV series
• Monkey Linux: a computer operating system
• The Sea Monkey Worship Page: a sea monkey worship page

I dedicate this post to Aaron, my monkey buddy.

If you haven’t yet, go check out the Majestic game, go do so. It’s an intruiguing new game with more twists and turns than a bunch of drunk teens playing, uh, Twister. The Pilot Episode is free.

I’m so lonely….

• Man, those chicks have some horrible hair cuts.
• Andrew McCarthy is absolutely adorable.
• Judd Nelson has some frighteningly large nostrils.
• The way Emilio Estevez grabs Andie McDowell and kisses her is just… *swoon*
• Rob Lowe is the prettiest member of the cast.
• Most of the males just need a good slapping. Including Mare Winningham’s dad.

It’s getting harder and harder to come up with witty posts. (At least, I’m trying to be witty.) And there’s still another 5 1/2 hours to go. I am so so sleepy now.

*whimper*

So, I’ll need help from y’all to get through these last few hours. If you have AOL Instant Messenger, send me a message at ‘pamela.’ If you use ICQ, my number is 18243855. Please let me know you found me through my blog. Thanks!

I’ve always hated troll dolls. I think they’re hideous ugly little things.* And now this rude little site is even more reason to despise the nasty creatures. (Blame Scott for the link.)

* The Olsen twins creep me out. I haven’t been able to get over their childhood resemblence to troll dolls.

Scott cracks me up.

“This is my impression of Dr Seuss, if he were a muslim woman.”

A 16 year old girl in Wales has invented a reusable lipstick case-style insulated cone to help keep ice cream cones from melting so fast.

I’ve popped Hot Pockets into the microwave and Sugar and Spice into the dvd player. I’m going to sit on the couch and watch the latter while eating the former.

Oh, and I’ll be getting up every 30 minutes to post too.

There’s a kitten curled up on my leg, and I really have to go to the bathroom. I’m reluctant to disturb Velcro because he’s finally settled down, after spending the past couple of hours making attack runs at me. I don’t mind letting him sleep in my lap, but he’d either try to climb onto my keyboard or attack my necklace (thus clawing my chest). I finally took bwg’s advice* and removed the necklace. So, Velcro’s finally sleeping, and I don’t want to end this peaceful spell. My bladder may not give me much choice though.

* I guess this shows how tired I must be, that I didn’t think of this myself.

Update: Velcro solved the problem by waking up and hopping off my lap, 10 minutes after I made this post. *whew*