Sunday, February 25, 2007

Tuesday, February 20, 2007

Everyone needs to be reminded once in a while about how cool Jon Spencer Blues Explosion is.

P.S. Things are dandy in the land of Mindy.

Brenna, will you please get your ass out here again?

Monday, February 12, 2007

This is bullshit. Helicopters are flying over my house. I've been spotlighted while sitting on my back porch. Trolley Square is three blocks west from my house. Directly. If the apartment complex behind me wasn't there, I would be able to see the police on the street.

I am completely shaken up.

Possibly five dead. The gunman is dead.

This is bullshit.

Tuesday, February 6, 2007

Well, the birthday went by with hardly a ripple of recognition. Which was just how I wanted it... I think.

Welcome to the 28th anniversary of my birth. In honor of this auspicious day, grown men battered each other mercilessly on a field while struggling to run around with something that looks like a leather covered yam. This is a repetition of the theatrics observed on the day I was born.

So in honor of me being a whack job around my birthday, I wanted to bring ya'll the story of yet another whack job.

Meet Lisa, she is a mother, wife and astronaut. Her field is aeronautical engineering and she is a Navy captain. She enjoys dressing in costumes and hunting down women who get in the way of her and her crush.

So, way to go Lisa, way to hunt that women down, that'll teach her for getting a crush on a single man that you are not having a relationship with.