And it’s clearance priced!
If it’s Aircraft Brand™, it has to be good!™
Is that supposed to get rid of smelly aircraft, or just aircraft that have low odor?
Anecdotal Evidence For Life (Plus Food!)
I am finding more and more material to blog, yet have less time to blog. I may — mind you, I just may — starting to have a life. But the evidence it still circumstantial.
In other news, I am being sent food from Alabama, after Ms. I Have No Idea What To Call Her Any More finally made good on her 2005 pledge to send me banana muffins or something. So if the delivery truck gets here tomorrow and you never hear from me, then you hear the story about a guy in Georgia dying after eating poisoned muffins…well, you know to call the police.
If I post pictures of the muffins, then you’ll know they were awesome. I’m betting on awesome. And reading up on iocane powder.
This will make the second foodstuff from a blogher that I have gleefully consumed.
Don’t make it be the last!
The Horror of “Trapped In The Closet”
On a lark, I watched R. Kelly’s ‘Trapped In The Closet.’
That was a mistake.
Trust me, stick to everything else in the universe. Once you watch that thing, you can never go back. The messed–up–ness of that video surprises even me.
Using Etymology To Win At Comments
1398, from Gk. etymologia, from etymon “true sense” (neut. of etymos “true,” related to eteos “true”) + logos “word.”
In classical times, of meanings; later, of histories. Latinized by Cicero as veriloquium.
Until yesterday, I’d never seen this before. Today, after seeing it for the 73rd time, I figured I’d complain about this, too. Please stop doing this, people.
Gettin’ My Hoard On
Top commodities to hoard. Not surprisingly, oil does not make the list. Also, 4 of the 5 itmes on the list are used to create products that are ‘harmful’ to the environment.
As far as uranium goes, Canada’s got plenty.
My Moves
Tonight I was thinking about my (many, many) relationships with the ladies, and I remembered the time I was talking to one and referred to “my moves.”
People were wondering why I was cracking up.
My moves.
I’m gonna die alone…
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