So I finally cracked and got a new cell phone. My old one had been going downhill for quite some time, refusing to hold either a charge or a signal recently. The other thing about it that pissed me off was that it didn’t have a decent ringtone. There was no standard ring, only silly ...

Laz’s post about being out of shape amused me, since I have long been a professional at being out of shape. The thing is, I am fairly out of shape, but I’m not as out of shape as I appear. See, here’s the thing. I turn red and sweat at the drop of a hat. ...

So a little over two years ago, I started this blog with a rather asinine post. I’d like to think that over the last two years, I’ve continued that proud tratdition. A year ago, I noticed on the actual blogaversary. This year, it took looking for something else in the archives to realize that the ...

And now, for your entertainment, a dramatization of my feelings about my trip to Chicago, by the Ellen’s Blog Players. Me: God, this was awesome, I have to do this more often. My Wallet: NOOOOOOOOOOOOO! (runs off whimpering like a small dog) Thank you.

I went to see the Cubs today, and it was the wildest, best baseball game I’ve seen in a while.

William Hung is a Top 40 recording artist.

Courtesy of Weigel, further proof that there are some bands that really do make the same song over and over again. See: Nickelback’s “This is How You Remind Me” and “Someday”, with no edits. And the music industry has the gall to proclaim that it’s piracy, and not blatantly inferior product combined with a recession, ...

I’ll be in Chicago for the next few days. I’m dragging my computer on its first roadtrip, so I may post something. But if I don’t, it’s probably because I’m drunk. God bless good public transportation.

Dave Barry’s weblog actually used something I sent in! This gives me an undue sense of pride, since I’ve been a fan of Dave’s books since I was eight and enjoy his daily compendium of weird links. But still, woo!

I have some neighbors that smoke pot every once in a while. Normally, this would not really be a problem, but everytime I smell the smoke, I’m suddenly overcome by the urge to bake chocolate chip cookies. I should be acclimated to pot smoke. I lived with people between sophomore and junior years who were ...