Friday Fishwrap

Paying Tribute

If you haven't yet read Taking Chance Home, the first person account of one Marine escorting the remains of another marine back to Wyoming, read it now.

Meanwhile Sinclair Broadcast Group has pre-empted tonight's Nightline "The Fallen" because it "appears to be motivated by a political agenda designed to undermine the efforts of the United States in Iraq."

From CNN:
According to campaign finance records, four of Sinclair's top executives each have given the maximum campaign contribution of $2,000 to the Bush-Cheney re-election campaign ... The executives have not given any donations to the campaign of Sen. John Kerry, the presumptive Democratic nominee, the records showed. "

Hmm - motivated by a political agenda you say...

Sinclair continues...

"Mr. Koppel and 'Nightline' are hiding behind this so-called tribute in an effort to highlight only one aspect of the war effort and in doing so to influence public opinion against the military action in Iraq,"

So-called tribute? Reading the names of the dead will undermine the war? Come again? By that logic - The Wall - probably one of the most moving memorials I ever visited - is downright unpatriotic. Gotcha. Thanks for protecting the public interest. Now fuck off.

TGImp3F

Hey! It's Friday! And since noone picked up on the title of that last post, I'm just gonna have to post it here.

What Made Milwaukee Famous - Hank Thompson

What Made Milwaukee Famous

Billboards of the Past. A HUGE collection of vintage ephemera.

Yeti Yeti Yeti Part 4: Albatross Overload.

Hey, Crackhead!

Found Grocery List Collection

For the engineer: NY Jets Bike

Just a reminder: We all know Mothers Day is coming up on May 9th - but please don't forget about No Pants Day on Friday May 7th!

Springfield, NV. Check out the Simpsons' House.

Well, I'll Be...

I think I just saw a pig fly by my window...

PlanetOut Files for IPO

Email Clip of the Day

True Blue. I think I'm going to cry. I just got this email from my best friend, Staz. I love you too, bud! You're the BEST!

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Are you tired of all those sissy "friendship" poems that always sound good, but never actually come close to reality? Well, here is a series of promises that really speaks to true friendship:

1. When you are sad - I will help get you drunk and plot revenge against the lousy bastard who made you sad.

2. When you are blue - I will try to dislodge whatever is choking you.

3. When you smile - I will know you finally got laid.

4. When you are scared - I will rag on you about it every chance I get.

5. When you are worried - I will tell you horrible stories about how much worse it could be and to quit whining.

6. When you are confused - I will use little words and short sentences.

7. When you are sick - Stay the hell away from me until you are well again. I don't want whatever you have.

8. When you fall - I will point and laugh at your clumsy ass.

This is my oath...I pledge it till the end. Why?, you may ask. Because you are my friend.

Send this to 10 of your closest friends, then get depressed because you can only think of two and one of them isn't speaking to you right now anyway.

Remember: A good friend will help you move. A really good friend will help you move a body. Let me know if I ever need to bring a shovel.

The World is My Tissue

Watch me wipe.

Here's a little quicktime clip from the Letterman show of Bush doing what Bush does best... using the little people for his own convenience.

During a commercial break he leaned forward and grabbed the back of the producers sweater when she wasn't looking and cleaned his frickin' glasses.

Unbelievable.

SURE IS A BEAUTY! CHEAP! USED ONLY ONCE!

For Sale: One Slightly Used Size 12 Wedding Gown. Only worn twice: Once at the wedding and once for these pictures. Divorce forces sale

"Actually I didn’t think my head would fit in the neck hole, but then I figured she got her Texas cheerleader hair through there I could get my head in it.  Though, after looking at the pictures, I thought it made me look fat."

I think he should keep it. It's actually quite flattering on him. When I checked yesterday it was only at $600 bucks now it's up over $15K...

FYI: Viewing is restricted to registered ebay users only now...

via mopsa and uh-oh, him

Evidence of Theme Conspicuously Absent

Or Totally Random Linkage...

I see naked people. (nudity yes. pr0n no.)

Take a break from the Kerry/Bush/Cheney slugfest. Here's a campaign I can really support: Beer for President! But if you insist on playing politics, check out the Veep-O-Matic

Floats. Another fine game from the folks at Orisinal

Check out Crazy Drinks for some wild cocktail recipes.

Speaking of strange drinks... I totally forgot that ORBITZ used to be a soft drink...

It's that time of year - Prom Time! Check out some of these classic Prom Bombs

Whatever you do - don't call it Frisco. Ask anyone from The City and they will confirm that that phrase is grounds for justifiable homicide... Makes my skin crawl it does. For tips on local language in hundreds of cities check out Slanguage.com

Scarred for Life

From the "Dear God, that's years of therapy right there" files...

There's been a little thing going around the web-o-sphere the past few weeks. Most of you have probably seen it:

Who is that with Jeremy? Cute. Take pictures of your kid with famous people and them publish them online. Awww. That's so cute!

HELLO??? WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!

No good can come of that! You have just scarred your child for life. And you'll get stuck with the therapy bill! Why?

Exhibit A:
Who is that eating Jeremy?

warning: if photoshopped images of people eating babies makes you a tad squeamish, you might want to just skip this link)

In other news:
For those of you on the edge of your seats... I don't have time to do the weekend report this morning - I have to head in to LA for a press check which should take up the entire day and too much gasoline while I sit in traffic and curse. Going in isn't the problem, it's coming home. By my estimate I should be finished and ready to get back on the road around, oh say 3:30 - 4:00.

Shoot me. There isn't a worse time to get on the 10 eastbound. Solo. No diamond lane for me. Just shoot me now.

Yes, I feel the love.

As long as I am counting my blessings... I don't think I've mentioned lately how blessed I am to have found the missus.

Let me count the ways...

The missus is a woman who has incredible strength and courage. A woman who is a pioneer and a leader, a woman who risked everything and came out on top. A woman who quit smoking over a year ago and quit drinking 6 months ago. A woman who brings me warm nuts, because I've had a rather shitty day, AND did all of my laundry (folding included - now that's love!) A woman who, though she hates most sports, will indulge me my fevered enthusiasm whatever the season might be. A woman who rolls her eyes at my bucket of nuts and bolts Ford but will put on a wrap and go for a ride, because it makes me smile. A woman who loves reading and laughing and learning and living life! A woman who is just as dorky in private as I am and makes me snort and laugh like no other. A woman who has the courage to risk and change and grow and encourages me to do the same. A woman who ...

I think I'm drunk.

Did I mention she's really hot?

Head space not for rent.

So I've been sitting here out on my patio by the pool getting myself all worked up over something (someone) that in the larger scheme of things - matters not a whit.

The sun just went behind the mountain, it's 85º, I have an ice cold Corona, the Red Sox are kicking Yankee ass, it's the seventh inning stretch and the wife just brought me a bowl of warm nuts.

Life is good. Enjoy it.

TGImp3F

Hey! It's Friday - And this weekend is sure to be a doosey! Tomorrow night my dear friend William turns the big 5-0 (it's the new 40) and there's a party in the works guaranteed to go down in the history books. Hundreds of people are flying in from the corners of the earth to mark this momentous occasion.

William is the first person that we met here in Palm Springs. He's helped me and the missus in ways too numerous to mention here. We've been partners in crime, partners in business and we've been nothing but trouble on more than a few occasions.

So with tongue firmly planted in cheek - today's TGImp3F goes out to you sweet William. I'll stick with you baby for a thousand years!

Golden Years - David Bowie

I Have No Words...

via presurfer

Well, Do You?

ipickmynose.com

The Truth Update:

Just a quick follow-up on last weeks post.

Apparently we can't handle the truth...

Woman loses her job over coffins photo

via mac

Can you feel the love? Part II

New Mexico GOP Censures Sandoval Clerk Over Gay Marriages

"Other than assassination, all we can do is censure her"

Nice.

via the missus

Random Bits and Bytes

Cool little flash thing: Werk.
via my favorite oddgirl who just had a birthday! hope you had a happy happy one buddy!

Ever wonder what all those pretty actresses look like first thing in the morning? Wonder no more.. No Makeup

Nothing I hate more than a smooshed naner. Thank you Banana Guard!

In Geek News;
A while ago I lemmed something from over at Solonor's place. List the first 10 random songs your iTunes (or WinAmp or whatever) spits out. I guess it took off and Wired picked up on the meme. Here's an interesting short piece about letting go of control. Music Magic Found in the Shuffle

Just like when Adobe released it's "Quark Killer" InDesign (which I use almost exclusively now - thanks to Jeremy) I am looking forward to checking out Apple's new "After Effects Killer" Motion.

Also looking forward to Pulp Fiction. Could it be the replacement for NetNewsWire?

In Other News:
Mr. Bush? You're Fired.

WooHoo!

I WON! I will soon be the lucky recipient of a scrumptious South African care package. Chock full of chocolate, booze and gooseberries.

I have no clue what a gooseberry is or how one prepares them but I can't wait!

Thanks Farrago!

Tuesday Timewasters

Never tease a Canadian about his beaver.

Handy! A nice list of useful non-committal phrases. Also check out
17 Simple Ways to Stop Being a Fucking Idiot... For example "If you proudly state, "I really don't watch TV," stop it you liar. You watch TV every waking second you are not downloading porn."

Fun and Games
Sheepteroids - Asteroids with, uh, sheep.

Ugly as all get out but a great trivia game. Score a-Million

Collect the Marbles without hitting any walls.

Penguin Push Like Sokoban, but uh, with a penguin.

5 card draw poker

And finally a cheap knock off of the dreaded Crimson Room: Motas.

I knew I was going to be Dino!
Which Rat Pack Member are You? Brought to you by the good folks at Modern Drunkard.

Later Gators...

Spring Cleaning

I've swept up a lot of the dust bunnies over there on the right -->

I suspect more change is in order.

Don't get too excited. This could take a while.

Kickin' ass and taking names

The Houselog has been updated.

TGImp3F

Hey! It's Friday! Let's dance and shout - shake your body down to the ground!

Dance and Shout - Shaggy

Bonus: This song has one of the best videos I've seen in a long time. Check it out.

Talk to the Hand

"How to use a hand puppet to meet, attract, and date tons of single women." Hmm, I'm thinking, not so much.

Everyone needs a hobby I guess. Manhole Covers from around the world.

Game time!
Play Alpha Queue

Or play Tontie. A strange whack-a-mole kinda thing.

Or play Lines. Good little puzzle game.

Quiz time!
Mama raised me right... How well do you know your etiquette? Take the quiz
I only missed two questions: #3 and #10...

I didn't do quite so well at this quiz though... It's a tough 'un.

More quake prediction:
Batten down the hatches. This guy's been right before.
Local coverage.
updated: I used the wrong link. Doh.

The Truth

via Easy Bake Coven

A while ago I posted about The Dover Test and GW issuing an edict to ban all media coverage of returning coffins - as well as the fact that the commander in chief has not attended ONE SINGLE servicemembers funeral.

After his speech the other night I was again enraged by his shallow attempts as consolation and grieving with regard to the deaths of 688 Americans. (this number reflects the total number of American casualties during Operation Iraqi Freedom as of today April 15, 2004.

How does that saying go? You can learn a lot about a civilization by how they treat their dead...

I feel the earth. move. under my feet.

Notorious San Andreas fault on possible cusp.

I prefer my martini's skaken. Not stirred.

(uhm, er, der ... time to go upgrade the ol' earthquake kit...)

Wednesday What Nots

Britney's new do. I don't know why but Charlie Chaplin came to mind. (not entirely work safe)

Writings on the Stall

The Hub
Tampa, Florida USA 33611
Men's restroom, ground floor

Go home dad, you're drunk.

Fun and Games:
A little late for Easter but... Ooommm. Cute.

Aw, nuts. Teed Off a driving range game from CornNuts.

Bouter Darts
So I figured this much out. Grab an Elf and drag it to the dart board, wait, aim and throw. Beyond that - I have no idea but it's kinda fun!

MediaSpew
Oddset. Go granny go! 3.5MB Quicktime
Party Animal 3.5MB Quicktime

Fun for a minute
Changing Illusions. Test your skills.

Can you feel the love?

Jamiel Terry (son of Randall Terry, Mr. Operation Rescue) comes out in the latest issue of OUT Magazine.

His father responds (before the article even hits the stands) in a tender loving piece titled "My prodigal son, the homosexual"

Nice. Randall Terry loves his gay son so much, yet is so enraged by the "privacy violation" that he's chosen to respond by publicly tearing his son to shreds.

That is after all, the christian thing to do.

Weekend Report:

Friday Night Report
or Pour Some Sugar On Me!

Location: Hermosa Beach, California
Reason: Mopsa's Birthday
The Cast:
MJ and the Missus: The Desert Dykes
Mopsa and Lovely Partner: The Main Attraction
T & S: The NYC boys
M & L: The WeHo Babes

No offense to you Angelenos out there, but I avoid the Greater Metropolitan LArea if at all possible. It has few redeeming qualities in my book - except for the beach. But for my good friend Mopsa? I'm all over it. And I got the missus to come along for the ride.

We headed in to LA around noon. What should have been a 2 hour drive turned into 4 hours of parking lot freeways. We filled the time by listening to xenophobic conspiracy talk radio on the low end of the AM dial. The show focused primarily on illegals from Mexico and closing the borders. There are some frickin' loons out there.The scary "but in a good way" thing? They all hate (HATE, as in, will NOT vote to reelect) G.W. Interesting, but on to the story at hand...

The missus and I stayed at The Beach House in Hermosa for the night. This place exceeded all of my expectations (which were many and very high considering the price tag). Absolutely fantastic. The place was gorgeous. I highly recommend it.

I thought I would kill two birds with one stone (and make the trip a write off) by meeting with a client of mine in the room before I hooked up with Mopsa and her posse. Of course, clients showed up late, the meeting ran longer than expected and before we had wrapped things up, in walks Mopsa, her lovely partner, and T & S with a case of Corona [insert awkward hushed joyous reunion here]. The missus quickly whisked everyone out to the deck and away from my meeting. But after seeing the beers crack open and the silent pawing at the sliding glass door, I think my clients got the not too subtle hint that we needed to wrap this up asap.

Mopsa and I immediately fell right into synch. God I love that woman. We were pissing our pants laughing in the first 5 minutes. First thing out of her mouth was "I want to be in that fucking weekend update! This year - It's all public! Tell it like it happens sister!"

Oh, don't worry, I will... and with pictures too. At least what I can remember of it.

The four of them were staying at S's uncle's house in Redondo. S explained that his uncle is now in an "assisted living" community and the house (god, the house - more on that later) is vacant. Free house in Redondo beach - can't beat that!

The missus misunderstood: "So wait, you're actually STAYING in the assisted living facility?" To which Mops replied "I wish!"

We all agreed that really would be the ultimate vacation...

[insert endless "Wipe my ass! I'm hungry! Where's the girl from last week? She had such soft hands!" jokes here].

No one seemed to be in much of a hurry to do anything in particular, which was fine by me. We were quite entertained with ourselves . You know how great it is when everyone is just ON. You had to be on your toes to keep up with this crowd. A great group of fast talking, funny, quick witted people.

As the sun began to set, M &L - two more (hilarious!) friends of Mopsa's, showed up. So now there were eight of us crammed into a generously appointed, but still tiny suite. No one seemed to mind - even the neighbors (thank god for good soundproofing). I think we were a little loud...

Around 9:30 we decided to walk down to the pier for dinner. The missus took a rain check and released the 7 of us out into the night. We ended up at a little Italian place . I whispered to S that perhaps he should alert the kitchen that it was youknowwhos birthday - he agreed to take care of it. After dinner, the "cake" came out, a whole fucking cheesecake , all 18 slices of it. I guess it was the only thing they had in the kitchen that resembled a birthday cake.

In classic freak magnet fashion, just then 2 guys and a girl walked up to our table and one guy sat down next to me talking on his cell phone. I wasn't quite sure what to make of these folks. We got from his friends that his name was Marcus and it was his birthday too. So we passed him a slice of cheesecake (still 11 slices left!). He blew out the candle and dug in - still talking on his cell. Then he silently passed the cell to Mopsa - turns out he was talking to his mother. After a brief conversation in which Mopsa thanked her on behalf of children everywhere for her hard work, Marcus then thanked us for the cake and they all disappeared into the night as strangely as they arrived.

All night long I'd been hearing T talk about having to have a Rusty Nail so we went on a quest to find a bar that had a bartender that might know how to make something other than Slippery Nipples and Screaming Orgasms. The whole pier was crawling with a very young straight college crowd. We landed at Hennessy's. An Irish too loud, too crowded, too "we're too old for this shit" kinda place... but we were out of options (and buzzed and tired of walking and fuck it - we'll just drink here! )

Somewhere in the middle of the third round , two 20 something guys from of the spring break frat boy convention behind us decided to give the birthday girl a little lap dance treat - a full on bump and grind Mopsa sandwich . Oh. My. God. I have never laughed so hard in my life. I don't know if it was the look of complete horror on Mopsa's face or the absolute absurdity of the whole thing, but it was too. fucking. funny.

By now it was 1:30 and time to call it a night. We weave (weaved, wove, whatever) our way back down the beach and said goodnight.

I managed to get back to the room all by myself and found the missus snug in bed watching a movie. I literally fell into the bed and drunkenly disturbed her peace with my tales of the evening.

"Oh my god, and then? You're not going to believe this ... wait I gotta pee"

"Okay and then? There were these guys? And they gave Mopsa a LAP dance!! Bwwahahah! Okay, she was standing so it wasn't really a LAP dance per se... Oh wait wait wait and then? Okay, so this was weird, T kept talking ALL night about how we HAD have a Rusty Nail tonight, it's TRADITION! I have no idea what THAT was all about but WHATever... "

To which the missus blankly looked at me and slowly asked "Rusty Nail? Good Friday? Get it?"

[insert theme from Jeopardy here]

"Ooohhh - Right! Now I get it! That's fucking funny!"

And then I fell asleep.

Saturday Report
or hangovers and C grade home fries

When I woke up in the morning, the light and the layout of the room was very similar to our bedroom at home. With one eye cracked open, I'm staring at the nightstand and think to myself "When the hell did I buy that nightstand? Damn that's ugly. What was I thinking?"

[insert Jeopardy theme song ... again]

Oh.

We had a leisurely morning lounging in the room and then headed over to S's uncle's house. Everything I'd heard was frighteningly accurate. This place was a time-capsule. A perfectly petrified jewel of the seventies. The carpeting, the drapes, the lamps, the oil paintings, the "Magic Chord" Kimball organ. It was like an eBay wet dream. I felt dizzy.

After looking at the pictures from the night before, Mopsa half heartedly tried to retract her "it's all public" statement. No such luck friend.

Breakfast was at diner called Nancy's . Nancy's has a lot of signs telling you what is and is not allowed. The largest is of course the "No Profanity" sign. We're fucking lucky we didn't get 86ed.

Another sign of particular interest was the "C". I had explained to Mopsa the night before that LA requires restaurants to display their Health Inspection Letter Grade in the window. The Italian place from the night before had an "A" grade. Nancy's apparently was a little more lax in their standards. Needless to say I was slightly leery of my breakfast. Which was delicious by the way...

Then it was time for good byes in the parking lot and we headed home to the desert. After driving for 2 hours through LA and the Inland Empire, which is nothing but one continuous strip mall, my favorite part is the last 15 minutes. When we hit the wind farms, it's almost religious. The haze evaporates, the skies turn deep blue, you can actually SEE the mountains that have been all around you for over an hour but were shrouded in smog. The billboards all but vanish, the big whoosh of the windmills and nothing but the vast open space of Joshua Tree and the valley floor ahead of you. It's beautiful. And it's home.

Seems like Mopsa and I always have these whirlwind visits. I'm not usually such an outgoing party girl... (shaddup)

TGImp3F

Hey! It's Friday - And it's a good one too! Gonna be a gorgeous weekend. It's the boys turn to take over the town for White Party Weekend. Always a good time. My favorite activity of the weekend is the "Walk of Shame" at 8:00 on Sunday morning when all the tweaked party boys wake up in an unfamiliar location and try to find their way back to where ever it is they might be staying - still dressed in their little sparkly white outfits from the night before. Just drive around town. You'll see 'em everywhere. Very entertaining.

Not a big Easter fan anymore. I'm an adult. I can have as much chocolate as I want - anytime I want. Or not. Not a big chocolate fan either. Now a nice cool cocktail while soaking up the sun - that's another story...

Here then is a great tune for lounging on a lazy sunny day. Thanks to Matt at scrubbles for turning me on to it. Happy rising from the dead and all that!

Summer Sun - Koop

Uh, oh. This one's blank...

3 hours. 3 hours I've spent trying to double side copy a proof of an 84 page book for a meeting in LA tomorrow. About 2 hours ago, I enlisted the help of the missus...

2 Bachelors and Masters degree between us and this was our conversation...

:::copy copy copy:::

"FUCK! Honey? I keep screwing this up. Help me!"

"Okay, well let's see... Let's do a test page."

"No, they have to both face this way..."

"Wait, now you screwed me up. I just had it. Okay take a blank piece and write something on it, like TOP."

"Okay, now what?"

"Put it in and see what happens."

"No, it goes the other way."

"Right..."

"See? It worked!"

"Okay now let's do the whole stack."

"Er. Which way did it go again?"

"Uh, erm... This way, I think."

:::copy copy copy:::

"Wait. That's not right."

"Let's start over."

:::copy copy copy:::

"Nope."

"Now, if it goes in this way and comes out that way then we need to put this in here this way then it will come out that way right?"

"Uhh... yes?"

"See? I told you. Oh shit, wait... stop it!"

"Here let me do it."

:::copy copy copy:::

"Uh, oh. This one's blank and this one isn't. Is it supposed to be blank?"

"Yes."

"Well that's just stupid."

2 hours and well over 300 sheets of paper later (I'm not kidding!), what did I end up doing? Oh yeah, that's right... Printing each side separately and taping them together. That's what a college education gets ya folks. That's what they pay me the big bucks for... Scotch tape and a fucking glue stick. It's a MASTERPIECE! Fuck me.

Mrs. Pido? Mrs. Stu Pido? Your table is ready...

That'll Do Pig.

Meet Sooty a.k.a Mr. Mojo

via dargie

Here's a tip to my fellow designers (coders also take note)

When you have a large 80 page+ catalog production job due, don't ever work 10 hours straight, have a cocktail, slam 2 Red Bulls, go back to work, put on your best 80's mix (heavy English Beat rotation) and go into auto pilot mode for a few hours. No good can come of it. You might discover that about an hour ago, your pagination went off by one page - oh, let's say around page 38. That's a heartbreaking non-billable loss... Must stop now before I cause more damage. Goodnight.

I'll be Your Mack Daddy

Watch me pimp for the FABulous Jozjozjoz!

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Please go here and vote for Joz's friend Sonya as Today's Domestic Diva.

< /pimp >

Why am I doing this? No reason other than she asked me to ... I'm easy that way. Try me sometime!

ARGGH!

Things that are bugging me. The short list...

Goddamn you Uncle Sam and your April 15th.

Work (the paying kind) - Deadlines are a-looming. I feel a-glooming.

Remodel - Spent a better part of yesterday making something too big fit in a space too small. Failed to follow the remodel mantra: Measure twice, cut once. Only this time I was working with glass. I don't cut glass. Glass and I have a great respect for each other. Oh yeah, and I feel weak. SheetRock™ is heavy. Fucking heavy. Too heavy. It's still sitting in the driveway...

Where is my goddamn car?! I've stopped calling my mechanic. He can bite me.

My frickin' printer - Why hast thou refused to communicate with my computer?

My propensity for avoidance and slackerity. See all of the above.

Too many commitments. What's become of my life of leisure? Sigh.

On to the clickables...

Oh, the humanity! Save the Piñata
via oddgirl

Catfish Hotel. Strange. Entertaining. French.

Manties. Panties for men.

Blue Heaven Marge Simpson lets her hair down.

Boddingtons Pub Darts. Tougher than you think!

The Sound of Music Drinking Game

I didn't make the cut... I'm crushed! Top Bloggers.

"Today I had a cheese sandwich for lunch. It was really good. Do you like cheese?"
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It's the End of the World [TGImp3S?]

I was going to try and wait until Friday to post this, but I can't stand it. There have been so many covers of this tune, but this one, THIS one is by far - the best. So if you need a late Sunday night [or early Monday morning as it might be] pick me up, this should do 'er.

It's the End of the World as We Know It - Canadian Celtic Rockers [not an oxymoron], Great Big Sea

Someone owes me a drink...

Cause I just spewed mine all over my desk. Best washing instructions ever...

via mac

TGImp3F or... I'm no fool, I just play one on TV

Last night I was feeling really great about successfully getting through another Fools Day without falling prey to a single joke. It helped that I kept myself isolated in the house and didn't answer the phone.

Just as I was in bed and drifting off to sleep the missus turned on the Osbournes. Those bastards. I totally fell for it.

Perhaps you were more vigilant - or maybe not. Don't feel bad, there were a lot of fools out there.

The best joke ever pulled on me? It wasn't April, and it's impossible to translate without visual aides, but the missus and my two best friends, Staz and the Engineer, got me good a couple of years ago in what I like to refer to as The Great Cat Poop Incident - where the missus taste tested an "accident" one of the cats left on the bed. No, it wasn't cat poop, and yes, I totally fell for it. I didn't kiss her for a week. (aside: I know you three are laughing your asses off right now - go ahead. I'm sure I'll never live it down.)

In Other News
First coat of paint went up on the house - it looks amazing. I'll take pics this weekend.

Here then is your TGImp3F... Cause we're workin' hard bustin out walls and stuff, time to crank it up baby! My apologies to the neighbors... Not.

The House is a-Rockin' - Stevie Ray Vaughn

Have a great weekend everyone! Cheers!