Buttface

Happy Halloween! The HORROR!!!

I Know Karate

I don't know karate.

Running on Empty?

Keeping it going...

Even Better

Here it is again, but in a different form.

In the Spirit

Just getting in to the spirit of the season a little.

The Bluff

Ambassador

I stayed up late last night working on some freelance, and then I got up early (after, of course waking up with the baby throughout the night morning). I was running late, so I didn't shave (for the second day in a row). And, to top it all off, I went to work wearing a bright red shirt that has a picture of a Humanzee holding a bowling pin on the front (not visible in the above artwork).

So, as the Fates would have it, it was at 4pm this afternoon that I discovered that I was to be interviewed at 4:30pm by, and give a little presentation of what I do at work (on camera, in my messy office... totally unrehearsed) to a nice Israeli girl who won some kind of fantastic tour/television appearance thing. I don't know when this is going to air in your country, but to any Israeli visitors to this blog who will go on to see my grotesque visage on your TV screens let me apologize in advance by saying, "Sorry about that."

None

You see? None = Nun. Ha ha ha ha! Fun with Homonyms.

Invasive

All right, I know the suspense must be killing you. Here's the story I promised on Friday:

I was up late Thursday night and I happened to look out the kitchen window at about midnight and I saw a silver SUV stopped on the street parked right next to my car. I heard a door close, and they drove away. I thought it was odd, but that perhaps they were dropping someone off. When I noticed that no one had been dropped off, I went down to the street, and sure enough, whoever it was had opened my (accidentally left unlocked--damn it!) door and went through the car and stolen a few things. Bastards! Luckily, nothing important was taken-- as far as I know, anyway.

I called the cops, and they came out and took a report, blah blah blah, etc..

It just feels like such a violation to have had these scumbags going through my glove compartment and reaching under my seats. I feel so dirty ;)

So, don't forget to lock your doors, kids! Or, you could leave them unlocked, but make sure you booby-trap your car to permanently maim any intruders...

Tailspin

I have a story to tell you about something that happened to me last night, but first, here's a quick inflammatory political post for you. Oh, and here's a link to a video for background.

Ehhhhg.

"Awoodyabubbuh."

Sometimes you can't quite make out what a person is saying to you as they walk away. You have to make your own interpretation.

Diver

Corporate Veal

I know some of you (OK, one of you...one anonymous one of you...) will accuse me of engaging in class warfare, but when I read about AIG execs taking a week-long, cushy vacation at an upscale resort one week after being bailed out, I get a little grumpy. I start thinking that, if things get REALLY desperate in this country, and people are getting kind of hungry, then why not drag a few of these fine fellows off of their massage tables, cook them up, and sate that gnawing hunger? I know, I know, maybe it's not the most appealing looking meal, but imagine how good you'll feel afterwards!

What Do You Make of This?

Have a Ball

Really Tired

This is how tired I am.