First, my little nephew Elias (with his mom, Trudy) as a dalmatian:
And his brother Max as a fireman:
Finally, I got some new boots via the fine folks of FedEx, and someone turned it into a costume.
To be a little more specific:
Not pictured: Me as Johnny Cash harassing my coworkers by repeatedly singing Folsom Prison Blues.
Redeye flights are a tool of the Devil sent straight from the deepest, darkest bowels of the seventh circle of Hell.
I make that statement every time I take one, but then the next time I’m booking eastbound flights, I look at how much time I lose with a daytime flight and think, “Fuck it, maybe it won’t be so bad this time.”
Hahahaha.
Yes, four hours of very light, fitful sleep, constantly interrupted by turbulence, screaming babies, and the woman in the seat next to me deciding to sing along with her music is clearly a brilliant idea.
Speaking of brilliant ideas, now I’m waiting for my checked baggage to show up. I hope it does, because otherwise I’m going to be going to this wedding in jeans and an Onion Softball shirt.
One of the brides in the wedding I’m going to in Chicago this weekend (lesbians, not polygamists) emailed all their out of town guests to warn us about the current Transportation Fun Zone that’s been declared in the South Loop.
This should be fun.
To the construction workers at working on that new building just east of Olympic and Bundy:
I realize that when you build a building, you have to bring in a large number of steel beams. However, I’d like to request that you do two things for me and my fellow commuters in the future.
1. Don’t schedule the steel beams to arrive at 7:45 in the morning, or really at any point between 7 and 9am, also known as Rush Hour.
2. Don’t have the truck carrying the steel beams be driven by someone who obviously very recently got their trucking license.
It was fun to sit and twiddle my thumbs on Olympic for 15 minutes while you tried – 12 times before I fucking lost count – to back the truck laden with beams onto the construction site.
I realize my fellow commuters weren’t helping by leaning on their horns, but I certainly understand their desire to express their frustration.
Seriously, do not pull that shit during rush hour again or I will get out of my car and steal your little hand-held stop sign and beat you about the head with it.
Love and kisses,
Ellen
Just when you think he couldn’t possibly go and say something any more asinine than…well, any of the other times he’s opened his mouth, he goes out and tops himself.
I bought a Nikon D50 about a month and a half ago because really, I need some of the most advanced photographic technology available to take a picture this cute:
More photo phun is available at my flickr site. Chaplin’s going to hate my guts very, very soon. Especially once I get a macro lens and start in with the extreme closeups.
…but without comment, these Canadian posters for Grey’s Anatomy and ER, which air on the same network up North:
courtesy This. That. No Other. via Damn Hell Ass Kings.
Not because I miss the sheer insanity it involved, but because I would really love to know what they had to cut out of this clip.
Hat tip to Defamer.
If you are a rabid sports fan, you have probably already seen this site. If you are not, or even if you are, and have not seen it yet, click the link and prepare yourself for some amusement while the video loads.
Make sure you stick around after the demonstration for a most hilarious mispronunciation of the word testicles.
Tonight’s reason: I had to put on a bunch of IcyHot because of a sore shoulder/neck, and he’s been trying to lick it off.
Obviously, I am not permitting him to do so as it is definitely not edible for humans or cats, but I’ve chased him away several times, yet he still keeps coming back.
Weirdo.