So, while revelling in the news that perennial White Supremacist/Total Asswipe Matt Hale got his dumb ass arrested for soliciting the murder of a Federal judge, I was reading the Chicago Tribune’s online story about it. Then I notice the advertisement on the page, which is directly across from what is apparently the creepiest picture ...

The day I drove down to Las Vegas, I decided to go see the Hoover Dam, because I really love concrete. Actually, I decided to go because it seemed kind of interesting and I didn’t really have much else to do, since the other members of my party that were in town (Cleo and Nate) ...

I knew it was going to happen. Mom: Happy Elvis birthday! She is officially insane.

To anyone who has been forwarded here from Cleo’s weblog…the actual Vegas portion of the story is getting posted tomorrow. Sorry to disappoint, but my eyeballs have gone into full revolt mode from staring at the computer so long.

So, the task of finally telling about the last approximately week and a half comes along and sits itself down on my desk, lights a cigarette, and says, “Hey baby, what about me?” Or something like that. I should begin where last I left you, when I was heading to Salt Lake City to drop ...

They’ve turned the bowling alley I bowled at when I was a kid into…this. The New Year’s special they mention is $495 a lane…This is defintely not the place I remember. This is yuppie hell. Cooper, who I found out about this travesty through, seems to agree.

I’m home…finally. Sorry for the lack of posting for the last few days, I didn’t have computer access for a week and I’m very burned out right now. I tried to post from my uncle Jimmy’s house in Springfield, but something got fucked on blogger and it wouldn’t let me post. Anyhoo, I’m way too ...

I’m heading back to SLC tomorrow to drop off daddy-o at the airport there. His flight leaves at 8am on Friday, which means I have to have him at the airport at 6am. Personally, I think he’s lost his mind. He says he has to leave this early because of the time change because he ...

I’d like to thank one Mr. Jesus Christ for being born today, because now that Christmas has passed, I don’t have to listen to another fucking Christmas carol for at least a couple of weeks. I may be Jewish, but I’ll sure thank Jesus for saving me from these damnable songs. There’s still a couple ...

No $312 million for me or Mark. We matched a grand total of three numbers between our five tickets. I guess I’ll just have to wait til next time the jackpot gets too big to ignore, hee hee.