Rob Lowe

Rumours that Rob Lowe submitted pictures to this site remain unfounded.

valentine response

Send a Valentine’s Card, only to be greeted by a stoney wall of silence? Here’s your next step.

crunk

I discovered a link in my referral reports this evening from a weblog called Crunk!, which appears to be the property of one Jill McDowell from Pittsbugh. Nice enough, you might think. But there is reason for concern, as I’ll now reveal. The front page of her site carries the usual variety of permanent links – Search (Alta Vista, DMOZ etc), Read (Evhead, BBC etc), Build (HTML Goodies, Webmonkey and so on). And then at the bottom of the column is a section called ‘Pimp’. Which is where you’ll find the link to blogjam. Pimp? PIMP? What does that mean? Is it a compliment? Is it otherwise? What does she know that I don’t? Do I owe her money? I’m damned if I know.

Jill has a feature on her site entitled “Full Figured Boob Tube.”

blogyou blogyou blogyou

I’ve submitted my site to the blogyou! blogyou! blogyou! consumer guide to weblogs, apparently run by the “two most hated men in the blogging community.” Let’s hope they kick my lily-white ass back where it came from.

Rob\’s Amazing Poetry Generator

Turn the text of your site into poetry with Rob’s Amazing Poetry Generator!

blogjam in the bulk
of your recliner, switch off your evening
xxxxx: ahahha whassup? are u S. Census Bureau
posted at
11:43 PM Link or Discuss BlogVoicesCount [ , 2323694, ]
comments Tuesday, February 06, 2001
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Tuvan throat singing xxxxx: ow much a
genuine conversation posted at 11:45 PM
Link or
at 11:
42 PM Link or
somthing new.sarcastic blogjam:
Yeah, 40K is a
child
baffled by the most irreverent
yet astute history of HTML, and
Fray, but can be good for
Suck, Teevee and inevitably
return later I hate
music journey towards the
stranger drudge report
retort
bloglam international french german italian norwegian
portugese spanish miscellaneous adbusters blowthedotoutyourass

Doesn’t really scan, does it?

bad timing

A perfect example of extremely bad timing:

he don't bring me flowers... anymore