In honour of Vox's launch tomorrow, what's your favourite feature or aspect of Vox?

My favourite thing about Vox is how utterly addictive it is. I was sucked in from the very beginning by the concept of "neighbourhoods", and by the gorgeous themes. The interface is also prettier and easier to use than any other SNS or Blog Host that I've used. Vox is easily the best hosted blogging platform available. It's so easy to share books and pictures, even audio and video. There's absolutely nothing else like it.
I would like to take this opportunity before the official launch to thank the Vox team for all their fantastic work. I know they'll crush the competition.

It must be Wednesday, time for more Spam!

Will he go for what appears to be the tabloid choice of John Terry - a superb
Even Fifa president Sepp Blatter raised concerns about the lack of goals produced bythey all had major tournament experience.

See the Empire State Building inside and out through the ESB Virtual Tour.Kobi Kuhn's team in their second-round contest against World Cup newcomerssolve the issue of who plays with him when he returns from a two-match ban.
The former Middlesbrough man was the visible face of England's dug-out, standing

Verdict: Cautious coaches do not make for classic games.How to make England's gifted midfield work - and decide whether Lampard and Gerrard can play together?

every American very, very proud.

Poor me, I am never on here. Or on my precious laptop. I'm very depressed.
I knew this would happen. I get a new job, and I can't spend any time on line.

I have this obsession with buying Archie comics. I can't stop buying them. I love them. I have a huge collection, and I'm sure one day I'm going to retire and live off my Archie's. I decided tonight to take a picture of them, just to see. I haven't counted them yet, but there's well over one hundred. Surprisingly, I have more Archie Double Digests than any other type. I would have guessed I had more "Pals 'n' Gals".

Here's a very low-res picture of my collection. Someday I'll take a better one.

Honestly, I'm not even sure this is all of them. I'm sure there are some in my car, and I've probably lost some over time. I wish I'd gone to more effort to preserve them. I've only lately thought of the idea that I'm sitting on a comic gold mine.

I never really thought of myself as a collector - more of an obsesser. I think this picture verifies my status as both.

It's really too bad you can't see close up. I'll have to get my digital camera in on this action - another day. I didn't want to keep them out of their box for too long. They might decrease in value.
I want to retire in a place with a jacuzzi.

Wednesday is now Spam day here at BeyCap:Vox. Here's the most inspiring piece of spam I got today:

Out of the mouths of babes and sucklings
Moon ah run till daylight ketch am. And they lay wait for their own blood; they lurk privily for their own lives.Many are called but few are chosen Better late than never
Every picture tells a story Where there's a will, there's a relative. Better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house full of feasting, with strife
Money makes the world go around Cultivate money and you grow rich, Cultivate mind and you raise culture

God is alive and well and working on something less ambitious When in Rome, do as the Romans do In for a penny, in for a pound Laughter is the closest distance between two people

The faintest ink is more powerful than the strongest memory The stylus is more potent than the claymore.

I hope you feel enlightened. I know I do.

Oh my goodness, I haven't been on the computer in FOUR DAYS! I'm going through withdrawal, people. It's been awful. I've been in training for my new job. I'm not going to tell you where, 'cause that would be stupid, but I'm very happy with it. It's very exciting, and I've really enjoyed training so far.
I haven't been home in the evenings either. Family commitments and other stuff. There's not enough hours in the day. If there's one thing I miss about my old boring office job it's that I got an hour at lunch to go on the computer. Every single day. That was nice. I miss that.
Anyway, I just wanted to pop in to Vox. If I think of anything to say tonight, I'll post it. Otherwise, I'm going to try to start posting twice or three times a week. My original goal was five times, but I just don't think I'll be at a computer that often. Le sigh.

I can feel so boring for someone so interesting/So ignorant for someone of sound mind.

                                   -So Unsexy, Alanis Morisette

That pretty much sums up the way I feel right now. Boring and ignorant. I have no idea why. I just feel so ... blah. Probably because I'm having people over tonight. That always puts me in a weird mood. Like, people's entertainment is going to depend on me for an entire evening, and this thought sends me in a downward spiral of self depreciation. It's ridiculous, but in my head there's no way I can have these people over, because they're going to be bored to tears. Tears of hatred.

These feelings are absolutely erroneous. I know that. I also know that mostly what we are going to do is watch movies and eat junk food, and that my wit has very little bearing on the success of the evening. Still, I feel overwhelmingly incapable at the moment.

By three o'clock tomorrow morning I'm sure I'll feel better. Meantime, I'm just waiting for this day to end. It's my last day at my boring office job, before I move on to bigger and better things. I'm sure the boringness of this job is contributing to the overall boring feeling. Right now I also feel torn. For this last week, I've kind of felt like I enjoy this job. I don't, that's why I got a new one. But for this past week, they've really not given me any work to do. I'm just doing filing and killing time on the Internet. So I've felt like, really, I enjoy this job, and why did I decide to leave? Today I'm trying to remember that I don't like this job. What I like is browsing the Internet and blogging.

I wish I got paid to blog. Unfortunately, I don't think my thoughts are such a hot commodity at the moment.

What was your very first job? 
Submitted by Laurel.

This question of the day seems most fortuitous, because I was just about to write a post about my first job, although from a different angle.
My first real job, where I actually went to a building, worked and got paid was for a local Video Store. It had just opened in my area the summer I turned 18. I got the job three months after they opened. I loved working for the Video Store, being the Video Girl - the one who knew everything, the one who was always ready to help or to offer an opinion. I love movies, and working there suited me very well. Every time I got another job, I continued to work at the Video Store in the evenings. Eventually, the made me Acting Manager, and for more than two years I was basically in charge of everything that went on there, from inventory to training new employees.
For more than three years I worked at this Video Store. Then I got a new job, which would require me to work later into the evening. So last night, I closed the Video Store for the last time. I handed back my keys, keys which had been made especially for me. And as of today, for the first time in three years, I am no longer the Video Girl.
Since I have been out of high school I have worked at that store. I can't imagine not working there. Starting today, though, I don't. This is an interesting feeling for me; more sad than I thought it would be. I've had keys to that store longer than I've known how to drive.
My key chain feels wrong.

I feel somewhat sad. I traded in my Robot for baby blue. I love all of the pixipets characters, but I was just not satisfied. It was my Thanksgiving on Monday, so I wasn't on the computer at all. Not once. It was a bit traumatic for me. I missed you, pretty, pretty Vox.
I'd like to ask something of my general audience - how come nobody is talking about the fact that Lindsay Lohan is now fat? I've seen that picture of her at the Killers concert on numerous gossip websites, and all of them make fun of her for walking out of the house in her pyjamas. But why is nobody talking about the fact that she is as big as a house? I'm not one to criticize (ha! yeah, right), but this just has to be said.
Lindsay - take your head out of the chip-bag, and stop shopping at Wal-Mart. I still believe you can pick yourself up. I really, truly do. But it has to start now, Lindsay. Before it's too late.
Who am I kidding. It's too late. Your face looks like a giant freckled marshmallow. I'll always be a fan of yours, LiLo, but you're going to need to book some serious gym time.

Lastly, I painted my nails pink. I feel like Sailor Moon. Moon Prisim Power!
Wow, is that sad that I just realised how much I miss Sailor Moon, right then?

What do you like to make or order for brunch?

Oh man, I could so go for some brunch right now. Maybe, like, some eggs. And some steak. Yeah, steak and eggs. And pizza! When I lived in Ontario, they had this restaurant called East Side Mario's (which they apparently have here too, but I've never seen one), and they served breakfast pizza if you went in for brunch. I'm not sure why it was breakfast pizza, it had regular stuff on it, but it was thin crust. Man, I miss breakfast pizza. So, steak, and eggs, and breakfast pizza, and a Sundae for dessert. Another restaurant we sometimes went to for brunch was Tramps, and we'd always have a Sundae after our steak and eggs. At Tramps it was always steak and eggs.
Man, those were some good times.
Why don't we have brunch anymore?

Ed. Note: Please take note of the fact that I am posting on a Sunday. A testament to the fact that I am addicted to Vox. I never used to blog on weekends. Even if it's just a question of the day, I'm still blogging. On a weekend. Vox Team, I hope you realise what you've done here. You've created a monster.

This is actually really neat. I've never heard of it before. I kind of wish I had it, since it sounds like the good kind of crazy that makes you interesting and creative. Not the bad kind of crazy that makes you walk down the street wearing garbage can pants and mumbling about how your government made it illegal to marry your blender. The kind that makes people call you "Crazy Homeless Lady" and hide their recycling as you walk by. Not that they wanted their recycling before, but they certainly don't want the Crazy Homeless Lady to have it.
In other news I read today, Katie Holmes is really tall, and according to the same source, they might be making a movie about the life of Victoria and David Beckham. Two things I didn't know or care about. And I still don't care. So I'm not quite sure why I thought you would.