Is there any other way?

Get your feet out of my face and get the canoes out of the water!

Star Wars. How I love Star Wars. I can remember, sort of, sitting in the theater with my mom and grandfather watching Return of the Jedi. I got all freaked out when Vader's mask was removed, hid my face in my grandfathers arm. Now it kind of chokes me up a bit. The touching father/son moment.

I love that moment in A New Hope when Han runs, screaming, around a corner into a room filled with Stormtroopers and freaks out even more.

The blooper reel on the extras disc is pretty good, too. Chewy on fire.

Let's all hope Episode III is as cool as it looks.

Geekily yours,
ruffs

I hate to break the news to you, Chudleigh Pie, but I do not believe chipmunks have big balls. Not really sure about the jiggling part, either. However, I think it's a known fact that squirrels use makeup. Laaa da da da daaaa...

A bottle of Newcastle, when left in the freezer for a few days, freezes and explodes, leaving thousands of tiny little shards of glass, just waiting to find a home in your finger as you root around, looking for that chicken you know is there.

Live Demos. Backward.

Adios...

Here's to bad backs. But mine is fine. But, when I was a kid, I had a really bad back for a while. Growing pains is what the doctor said, but bloody hell, I was miserable. It kind of came and went, and it always came at really bad times. Not that there is a good time for back pain that makes you want to shoot yourself in the foot, just to have something else to think about. One time (at band camp) I went cherry-picking with my parents. You had a bucket that you hooked to a belt, and you just dropped whatever you picked into the bucket. So I am ten feet up on a ladder, with about 30 lbs of cherries around my waist, and I turn to pick another cluster, and WHAMMO! back just goes ahead and takes a little vacation. I couldn't do much. The release on the belt was, of course, jammed. It took me a bit, but I made it down without spilling anything, tears not included. I was finished for the day, as far as gathering fruit was concerned.

We went back and picked cherries again a few years ago, and I am happy to report, all was well.

It's out of tune for effect.

Call me what you will, but I am pretty damn excited about the original Star Wars Trilogy coming out on DVD. Pretty. Damn. Excited.

A lot of people ask me, "Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?" And I don't really have an answeer for that. But, people also ask me, "How are you so damn hot?" Well, while I cannot divulge all my secrets, I can hint at my strict beauty regime:

Bathtub full of chocolate pudding
Green Tea
Playing some soothing Kenny G style music while pretending to be searching for the Holy Grail in the bathtub
Referring to my naughty bits as the Holy Grail
Also, paging myself over the intercom at work
Ramen

I have already said far too much.

I bid you good evening.

As per ChudPies's request...

So, I am all moved in. Yeah, it's a maze of boxes all over the place, but I am at least in. I need to actually unpack and put stuff where it belongs, but somehow, sitting here listening to Weezer and drinking a Corona seems like a better idea than any kind of work. We had a furniture truck today, so I was lifting and climbing and sweating from 530a until 130p, and I am done for the day. Oh yes, yes I am.

Ahhh, cool refreshing beer.

So this apartment is not as cool as the other one. It's not in as nice a neighborhood. There is no huge bathtub. However... I am within walking distance of Crown and Anchor. Also, it only takes me about 5 minutes to get to work, as opposed to 25, so that's good on gas.

Hold on a sec, there is a little splinter poking me in the back.

Okay, sorry about that.. As I was saying, the bed is currently on the south wall of my room, and it needs to be on the east wall, but I don't feel like moving it, so there it sits. Maybe after this, and one more, Corona, I will get busy. But for the moment, there is online chess to be played.

Lates.