The insurance company comedian is at it again. I am going to have to make a habit of swinging by there more often. I feel like I missed something!
Somewhere, I am certain now, there is a little control room just off the main sound stage for The Mario Show, and in there there is this producer who is ringing his hands in delight at watching me squirm. Oh, the ratings, and thus advertising dollars, this will bring in.
I am without doubt a clutz. [...]
For all you NASCAR enthusiasts, here is Martinsville Speedway as seen from turn four. Why? Because, damnit! Plus, Alan wanted to see it and it is a nice drive.
Clockwise, from the top: Snorkie, Ginger, and Willy. Kuzko seems to have already grown out of hanging with the little ones. Aww, he is growing up.
So thanks to my friend Cory, I just found out I’m the sluttiest slut whatever slutted … at least as far as AIM is concerned.
Click the image to have your own AIM Fight!
Mmmmm. Lunch!
This is what happens when the Mario does not get enough sleep. He ends up a tired Mario. A tired Mario is a sad Mario.
Day two of the South Beach Diet and I’ve come to a few realizations, both in the area of culinary delights and elsewhere. I will enumerate them here, in no particular order:
Raw celery stalks dipped in almond butter is the best damned thing ever. The almond butter is so smooth and almondy and the celery [...]
There is this insurance company in one of the little towns I drive through on my way to work. I think someone who works there fancies themselves a comedian.
Well it is done. My Nokia 6820 is dead. Long live the Motorola v220. My little phonepost script needed more tweeking than I thought but now it is done. Hurray!