The Comical Misadventures of a Rambling Mind


  1. Infiltration:: Spy
  2. Nice person:: Good guy
  3. Debt:: Credit
  4. Settle down:: Go easy
  5. Thomas:: Jefferson
  6. Unforgivable:: Unforgettable
  7. Medicine:: Doctor
  8. A year from now:: Free
  9. Neighbors:: Next door
  10. Dripping:: Wet
I posted this @ 10/23/2005 09:56:00 AM.............Need a link?..........



I'm addicted to Flickr. I blame Brenda. It was on her blog that I first noticed such a thing. It was novel at first. It was a great way to display photos, upload photos, share photos, see other people photos.

Then started exploring. Wow! There is some great photographers out there. Part of it goes back to me thinking, "I can do that." I'll see someone's photo and get inspired.

There is a group and a pool of photos for every possible photo imaginable. Some of which are pretty funny. Others are entertaining to say the least.

Stick Figures In Peril shows everyone's favorite fan of danger in all sorts of situations.

In Numerical Order is pretty much what it sounds like. You add a photo in numerical order. It's strangely fascinating.

Infinite Flickr is mesmerizing. Much like looking at your mirror reflection in a mirror, it just goes on and on.
I posted this @ 10/22/2005 07:13:00 PM.............Need a link?..........



I write this blog with the intentions of being entertaining, humorous, somewhat informatively educational, and typically personal. After all it is my blog, and thus a place to put my heart and soul in a window display for my close friends, family, and whatever random stranger to take a gander at.

But... I'm warning you now. This entry may be a little more than you really need to know about me. Because I'm going to tell you about my rash.

If you haven't clicked away to some other more entertaining website then you are a trooper. While I don't understand your need to hear about my rash, I don't understand my need to tell you more.

For quite some time I've had a rash on the back of my neck/hairline that I couldn't seem to shake. I figured it was just annoy adult acne. Which... acne? I'm 31 years old. Can't I shake it by now? I guess not because it will come and go. Sometimes it is worse than others. I was self conscious enough about it that when it itched (and it does itch!) that I'm sure people thought I had dandruff. Nothing of the sort. Dandruff I could handle. A little Head 'n' Shoulders and I'd be good to go.

I'd had a similar breakout on my chest, which... Ye-aaah! I was feeling super sexy! I did some research and thought that I should switch soaps and shampoos in case it was an allergy. I went with something anti-bacterial. It couldn't hurt. Kill it! What ever IT was...

I thought that I was allergic to the detergent or fabric softener that I use to wash the bedding. But I've used several different ones over the course of all this and nothing seems to help.

I started noticing it more around the front of my neck as well. Shit! Was it spreading? It made it difficult to shave because my neck would be bright friggin' red and irritated. Even if I just grew a beard, I still did a bit of manscaping around my neck so I didn't look like I'd just been voted off Survivor around Day 28.

I finally gave in and made an appointment to see a dermatologist. I'd never been to a dermatologist before. While I know that any number of people can go to a dermatologist for any number of reasons I had it worked up in my head that this would be like the Turn-Your-Head-And-Cough Tests that doctors do. Necessary, but awkward. While at work I called to make an appointment with Dr. Papenfuss. And it... Papenfuss? What the hell kind of a name? My coworkers were in the room at the time when I made the call. As I explained my reason for the visit I could feel my face turning slightly red. "I have a rash."

Because I'm a dirty dirty boy! But I wash! I do. Regularly... with soap even!

The appointment was made. I was somewhat nervous about the visit. I'm not a nervous patient. Hospitals and doctors don't bother me. Unless you are planning on sticking something in my eye. When I walked into the office I half-expected to see lepers and people so terribly pox-ridden that they were typically banished to late night informercials as "Before Models" for some miracle treatment.

So perhaps, I can be a little dramatic at times... It was not like that at all. The waiting room was uneventful. I was called back to be examined. The physician's assistant asked me a couple generic health questions before getting down to business. "What seems to be the problem?"

Let me just say, that if you work in a profession where a persons appearance may be in question and a cause of self-esteem issues, do not offer guesses as to why they may be calling upon your services. Hair loss? Adult acne? A little Bo? Let the patient tell you. Not the other way around.

"I have a rash on the back of my neck." I explained to her about my suspicions of it being allergy related. I told her that it seemed worse when I'd just had my hair cut. She takes one look and states, "It's probably felecutis." Or at least that is what I thought she said. It was mumbled. She didn't say it with much conviction, but quickly enough to sound pretty knowledgeable of the possibilities.

She left me in the exam room to wait for the doctor. In the meantime I stared at a wall of pamphlets about acne, laser removal of birthmarks and tattoos, hair replacement, and botox. Fun. Exam rooms need better reading material if they are going to make you wait much longer than it takes for you to decide that you need any of the treatments available in examination room pamphlets.

Papenfuss came in and introduced himself. While I was prepared for the type of "I've seen it all" demeanors that some doctors have, I was not prepared for said doctor to be wearing a welder's mask. Or at least the medical version of a welder's mask. I'm not spewing anything. Am I contagious? I expected E.T. to come running out of the closet and make a bee-line for the door.

He asked the same type of questions his PA did. I gave him the same explanation. He took one look at the back of my head and came to a conclusion. "Ah, yes. Folliculitus with a mild case of excema." Sounds sexy! Though, he was a bit clearer to understand. Excema I was familiar with. Folliculitus made sense in terms of what it was called and what was going on. Yes, basically my hair hates me. He rattled off several different treatments that he was going to prescribe me. A strong antibiotic to knock out the infection from the inside out. A topical solution to apply to my scalp. Finally, a medicated shampoo.

Nothing makes you feel quite like a junior high nerd than the phrase medicated shampoo. It like that episode of The Simpson's where Bart goes in for an exam and the doctor prescribes him orthopedic shoes, pop bottle glasses for a vision problem, and a salve for his scalp. Very Nutty Professor!

The PA was nice enough to come back and explain which of the prescriptions did what and how long it would take to take effect. She also brought in some samples of the stuff the Doc prescribed. She was acting all hush-hush about it. Which... if she was doing out of the kindness of her heart and under the radar. Well... Thank you. I'm sorry I didn't get your name. She was pretty nice for a PA who deals with some pretty ugly stuff, I'd imagine.

When I get to where I can look up the diagnosis and the meds I was prescribed I found out that the antibiotic I was on was typically used to treat acne, folliculitus, gonorrhea, and chlamydia.


While getting the prescription filled, I enjoyed the raised-eyebrow look from the Pill Jockey at Walgreen's. "I'm here for my Clap meds! I take them just in case. You can never be too careful. What's the stuff used to make meth? Give me a couple of boxes of that too while you're at it."

It's always something with my hair. If it's not growing places I want it, it's growing in places I don't. If it's not jumping off of my head it's refusing to peek out at all and causing infections. Stupid hair...
I posted this @ 10/21/2005 11:37:00 AM.............Need a link?..........



Along the line of the baby post I made a while ago I came across this strip in my usual daily readings of comics and blogs.

Brent is the old-school gamer who sharp wit gets him in and out of trouble. The 'hero' of the strip, when he has his humanizing moments they are usually touching and can make me laugh at the same time.

Jade is the bombshell who loves him. Their story is one that geeks can appreciate. Her brand of sass is one of the few things that can keep Brent in check. This slice of life story arc is touching in the way that many people who grew up playing video games are at the point in their life where kids are all the rage.

I just thought I'd share. This link is the beginning of the sotry line and goes on to the present day.
I posted this @ 10/20/2005 01:22:00 PM.............Need a link?..........


I know if I keep this up, I'm probably going to be to endorsed by the Precious Moments collection or that sappy little "Love is..." couple. Yet, I will take my chances anyway.

If you're diabetic. Get ready for a big ol' dose of sweet!

1. At least 2 people in this world love you so much they would die for you.

2. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.

3. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.

4. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.

5. You mean the world to someone.

6. If not for you, someone may not be living.

7. You are special and unique.

8. When you think you have no chance of getting what you want, you probably won't get it, but if you trust God to do what's best, and wait on His time, sooner or later, you will get it or something better.

9. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good can still come from it.

10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take a look: you most likely turned your back on the world.

11. Someone that you don't even know exists loves you.

12. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.

13. Always tell someone how you feel about them; you will feel much better when they know and you'll both be happy.

14. If you have a great friend, take the time to let them know that they
are great.

We have Charity to thank for this submission.
I posted this @ 10/20/2005 07:55:00 AM.............Need a link?..........



I actually accomplished another item on my 101 List without really putting too much effort into it. Now I know the purpose is to have things on the list that you do need to use some effort in order to complete. But this one was just a series of fortunate events.

While at Del & Kim's wedding, I noticed someone who I thought I recognized. Now this happens to me all the time. People look familiar to me. Not because I actually know them and have just forgotten their name. My 'mutant superpower' is to see people in people. (That and change stop lights to yellow as I approach.) So I didn't think much of it when at the time.

"She just looks like Sarah. That ain't Sarah," I thought to myself.

Well it turns out it was. I'd emailed Del & Kim and confirmed it was her. She is one of Kim's sister's best friends. So I was able to get her email address and write to her. When I first wrote that list and new it would be on the interwebs, I figured at the very least someone might google their name or my name and come across it. That was a little more passive, but it was the thought at the time.

It's nice to hear from here again. I'll have to write more about Sarah soon. She was a riot to work with.
I posted this @ 10/18/2005 01:12:00 PM.............Need a link?..........



  1. On the verge:: On the brink
  2. Tempestuous:: Scandalous
  3. Coherent:: Understandable
  4. Near death:: One foot in
  5. Illiterate:: Huh?
  6. Why not?:: Because, I said so!
  7. Period:: I love you period. Do you love me question mark?
  8. Long lost:: Love
  9. Torrid:: Hot Topic
  10. Nail:: Hammer
I posted this @ 10/16/2005 12:36:00 PM.............Need a link?..........



When I stumbled across this, I knew it would be the end of me.

I am always in on the lookout (earout?) for new music. When Napster was first out, it had a function where you could find new or barely known artists and songs based on the genre of music you liked. I came across a bunch of new bands that I liked that way. Guster, Spoon, Apples In Stereo, Chantel Kreviazuk, just to name a few. Then there was Launch radio by Yahoo that helped me out. You could pick a station based on a style of music you liked or maybe an artist. You could rate the song and Launch would play more music based on those ratings. Then came Music Choice through Cox cable. This was cool in the respect that it played such a wide variety of music, it wasn't ad intensive like Yahoo's Launch. Though, you couldn't rate the music and tailor the station to your liking. XM soon came along with the wide selection to choose from. The variety is amazing! Although, I'd say that a lot of the stations have very similar sounds to them. There is a fine line between Lucy (Channel 54) which plays modern (alternative) rock hits and Ethel (Channel 47) which plays modern (alternative) rock. I guess the ones that are... not hits?

So Pandora isn't anything tremendously new, but it is actually quite novel in it's approach. It analyzes music based deeper characteristics of the music. Is your favorite band an upbeat peppy boy band with perfect harmony? Ballads sung in a minor key? Electric or acoustic instruments? Looking at such characteristics it plays selections that best match the criteria you put in. All you have to do is put in your favorite artist(s).

You can listen for free or subscribe and have your station that you've crafted saved.

Being such a huge music buff, I had to pass this on. Rereading this post I sound like a commercial...
I posted this @ 10/15/2005 06:53:00 AM.............Need a link?..........



If you've ever had a pet, that was more of a family member.
I posted this @ 10/13/2005 02:00:00 PM.............Need a link?..........


Somewhere in the world on a hilltop, a few hundred hacky sack-playing, peace-loving hippies offered to buy me a Coca-cola and teach me how to sing. I took them up on their offer, and embraced their philosophy whole-heartedly. That is, except for the last month. I stopped drinking soda on 9/13/05.

At first I didn't think I could do it. Not because I was experiencing any painful withdrawals. I just still enjoyed having a soda with a snack. Like some people would drink coffee, I would drink a Coke or Dr. Pepper.

I was thinking this morning about what working on this 101 List meant to me. Why was I doing it? Why was I doing THIS specifically?

I wanted to prove to myself that I could do it. I can change something about my lifestyle or habits if I put my mind to it. I think it is something that we all do, sometimes more subconsciously than others. So it is a nice reminder of what a person is capable of doing. I didn't save the world, but I reinforced a positive attribute in myself.

Now... having found the morale in this story, let's get to the good stuff. The 32oz Coke that I had this morning with my Bacon, Egg, & Cheese Crossanwich was the best tasting soda I've ever had. I brought the straw to my mouth like a post-coital cigarette. Taking a drag of cold carbonation and allowing it to wash over me completely. Like a sweet kiss from a long-lost, yet well-remembered lover, I savored it.


I'm sorry. I think I blanked out for a moment there.

I'm working on a couple other of the items on the 101 List. I'm also looking at which task I'd like to try and tackle next. Maybe go vegan for a week or even *GASP* low-carb for a week.

We'll see...
I posted this @ 10/13/2005 01:20:00 PM.............Need a link?..........


HAPPY PUPPET recently wrote about a subject near and dear to my hea-... Wait... I mean near and fear to my heart.


Maybe you've not heard, but I am terrified of the damned things. In some circles it's a running joke. "Oh let's scare Cris with a friggin' creepy doll," they'll say. Perhaps I should stop running in those circles.

It's hard to say that my automatonophobia or pediophobia is irrational when for many years growing up I was pretty sure that there was the soul of a serial killer posessing the ventriloquist dummy the remained deep in my closet.

There have been several incarnations of such evil that I've known. When I was just a little kid my Grandmother pulled a bunch of toys out of a storage chest that used to belong to her children, my father and aunt. One doll in particular she claimed belonged to my father. It was a frightening combination of features painted on a hard plastic head that was stitched on a poorly stuffed cloth body. At the end of each appendage was a hard plastic hand or foot. It was dressed in a red and white striped nightgown. I don't mean, sexy teddy here. I mean nightgown like a character from a Dickens novel would wear and thus be haunted by former partners turned poltergeists.

Which brings me to another block in the foundation of my phobia. Have you seen Poltergeist? What adult my age isn't afraid of clowns because of that scene in Poltergeist? You know the one. The camera pans from the kids in the room to the corner where the clown doll resides. Back to the kids. Back to the now empty corner! THE CORNER IS EMPTY!! Of course you know the clown is now under the bed waiting to snatch at the first leg it sees dangling over the bedside. It was such a movie that caused me to create a forcefield of pillows around my bed as I slept.

There is a scene from what I believe to be an episode of the Twilight Zone where a woman is driving down a desolte road. Stops her car as she comes upon something in the way. She gets out to find that it is a doll. As she bends down to pick up the doll (DON'T!! NEVER PICK UP THE DOLL! KEEP DRIVING! FASTER! ACCELLERATE!! RUN IT OVER!) it grabs her hand as she shreiks. (What did I tell you?!)

My Grandmother in a stroke of wisdom (or perhaps just during a stroke) decided to purchase a ventriloquist dummy for Christmas one year. I open the festively decorated package just enough to see the lifeless eyes peering out from inside it's cardboard and plastic prison. I didn't even finish unwrapping that. That job fell to my semi-mentally handicapped Aunt, who freaked me out as a child in her own way.

I was in Hell.

My Grandmother insisted that the dummy be in my room when I wasn't playing with it. Which was odd since I never played with it ever anyway. I was truly in fear of it. Burn it! Fuego! Fire and lots of it! That's the way I wanted to 'play' with it.

We lived in an modestly old house. It would creak occasionally anyway. But with the addition of the Seed Of Satan, I was convinced that any noise I heard was now made by the dummy as it crept out of my room long enough to go to the kitchen and fetch the biggest knife it could find.

Remember that pillow force field I created? Well, I managed to convince myself that if by some chance some dark magicks had posessed the dummy to come to life and kill kill kill then some good force would also allow the other stuffed animals in my room to protect me. I had a big bear for a long time. I knew I was safe.

I finally convinced my Grandmother that I hated the thing. Rather than destory it in some sort of cleansing ritual she decided it was better left in the living room. I didn't go into that room for two years. I'm not kidding. If I did have to go in there I peeked in to see where the creature was and make my escape as fast as I could. Occasionally I would be brave enough to stroll in, turn the dummy around so it faced the cushions of the couch. Of course it freaked me out even more to find him turned back around a short time later. HE HAD MOVED!! I was sure of it.

I think it was when I was in junior high that she finally sold the damned thing at a garage sale. Unfortunately it was to a neighbor. If I recall correctly my good friend Chris bought it. Chris always had a thing for the macabre. He kept the thing in his closet. Not as a punishment, but as a place where it could plot to return to my own home and stab me in the eyes.

Chris would taunt me by daring to open the closet and release it. He was sure that it was angry enough by now just to jump straight from the closet and latch on to my head.

Dick... Why am I still friend with him?

Even as an adult the damned dolls just kept torturing me. My best friend's ex had a collection of dolls and figurines. The figurines were fine. Weird, but fine. Yet, the collection of ornately dressed Victorian looking dolls had to be destroyed. Luckly they were precious enough not to be kept in the public area of the abode. To this day, I don't know how anyone slept in the same room with them. Constantly watching. Never needing sleep. Always plotting. Stabby, stabby!

When I worked at the Hotline we had an auction. One of the items was a foot tall porcelian doll. On many occasions during the two weeks of the auction, I found the doll in my dark office sitting at my chair. One time a note had even been typed by "Dollie" wishing I would play with it. Does playing baseball count? Using it as either the bat or ball... I don't care.

I've never seen the movie Chucky. Nor do I intend to. I've never seen The Puppetmaster. Do I need to explain why?

While I would say that I have a very vivid imagination, I also would say that I am a rational person. I know deep down that such a thing is not going to spring to life and cut me so bad. Even having the adult side of me remind me of this, it still doesn't help the kid in me he screams a little silent scream everytime I see figured like this.
I posted this @ 10/11/2005 02:35:00 PM.............Need a link?..........



And on the days when I need a warm fuzzy feeling...

From Charity

Read Each One Carefully and Think About It a Second or Two

1. I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.

2. No man or woman is worth your tears, and the one who is, won't make you cry.

3. Just because someone doesn't love you the way you want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with all they have.

4. A true friend is someone who reaches for your hand and touches your heart.

5. The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them knowing you can't have them.

6. Never frown, even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

7. To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.

8. Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.

9. Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one, so that when we finally meet the person, we will know how to be grateful.

10. Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

11. There's always going to be people that hurt you so what you have to do is keep on trusting and just be more careful about who you trust next time around.

12. Make yourself a better person and know who you are before you try and know someone else and expect them to know you.

13. Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.

I posted this @ 10/10/2005 02:54:00 PM.............Need a link?..........


With the new television season recently starting I find myself watchign WAY too much TV. Now I am not a "TV is bad" person. Everything in moderation. Yet... right now my moderating is out the window.

Amazing Race
Grey's Anatomy
Law & Order
Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Extreme Makeover: Home Edition
Family Guy
American Dad
The Office
Will & Grace
While You Were Out
Trading Spaces
30-Minute Meals
Everyday Italian
Iron Chef
The occasional Jeopardy or Price Is Right.

There is only so much space a TiVo/DVr can hold! Even then you gotta be able to watch it sometime. What's worse is that several of these shows are all on at the same time. All fighting for my viewing. Who's the bastard who put Survivor up against Alias!? Bring me the head of Les Moonves!!!

This is not counting the occasional Netflix movie.

I'm going to need a day off just to catch up.
I posted this @ 10/10/2005 02:09:00 PM.............Need a link?..........


There are a lot of people in my life that have recently had kids or are having kids. I've been thinking a lot about kids.

I go back and forth on this so much. There was a time in my life when I was very keen on the idea of one day being a dad. It was a very idealized dream. Only the 'good' things. Which in a way were also the selfish things. Carrying on the family line. Trying to be the best Dad I could. I don't know if I could easily sum it up, but I was thinking that I would be able to prove something to myself.

Then, things changed. I changed. Well, not so much changed as come to some realizations about myself. Along with this came the idea that kids were no longer a part of my future. I'd never know a homosexual couple with kids. At least not in real life. Was I destined to have a life with only dogs and cats as my children? Ok, well just dogs... I think we all know I get along with cats.

Then, things changed yet again. I began to realize that kids might still be in the future for me. Just not necessarily the conventional way. Ok so fine... Where does that leave me now?

There is a part of me that is still very independent. I like having my time to do as I want. I like the responsibility of little responsibility. Yet, what I also like is seeing how enriched my friends lives have become as a result of having a child. Both the good and bad that may happen along the way. It's such a life changing experience. Whether it is in the cards for me or not, I think it is one that I definitely hope to experience one day.

Baby Firsts. First-time parental anxiety. Loose teeth. PTA meetings. Skinned knees. Hurt feelings. Explaining to him/her about having two dads. Grandparents who spoil. Junior High awkwardness. Little league. Fights. Groundings. First crushes. First dates. Graduation. And everything in between. The good and the bad.

I don't just want to be someone's 'Uncle.' I'm not in a hurry. I just don't want to miss out on the same life changing experience.
I posted this @ 10/10/2005 01:05:00 PM.............Need a link?..........



  1. Quirk:: Idiosyncracy
  2. Crystal:: The Dark...
  3. Pet Peeve:: Quirk
  4. Cuban:: Cigars
  5. Breasts:: Penis
  6. Whispers:: In The Dark
  7. Complicated:: Situation
  8. Promise me:: You said you would...
  9. Murder:: Kill
  10. Filament:: Light Bulb
I posted this @ 10/09/2005 12:20:00 PM.............Need a link?..........



Since work picked up again I've not have much time to write like I wanted. Yet I wanted to share this recipe with you. I made it a few nights ago to go along with some soup.

When I told Mike what I was having he scoffed, telling me that I had an extra word in there. Then something about not piccing anyone off and reminded me of the Alamo. It was all rather vague.

Either way. They turned out really good. They taste a lot like what you'd find on the inside of a tamale. You can make them bite size for party snacking or slightly larger for a entree.


2 cups crumbled cornbread
1 (10 ounce) can enchilada sauce, divided
1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 pounds ground chicken
1 (10 ounce) can tomato sauce
1 cup shredded Mexican cheese blend, divided

Preheat the oven to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C).

In a large bowl, combine the cornbread, half of the enchilada sauce, half of the cheese, and the salt. Crumble the chicken into the mixture, and blend well using your hands. Roll mixture into bite-size balls and place on a baking pan (or any pan with side to catch spills).

Bake for 18 to 22 minutes in the preheated oven, until the meat is cooked through.

While the meatballs are cooking, warm the tomato sauce and remaining enchilada sauce in a saucepan. Remove the meatballs from the pan using a slotted spoon, and place in a serving dish. Pour the heated sauce over them, and sprinkle the rest of the cheese on top. Provide toothpicks for serving.

When I made the cornbread I spiced that up as well. If you use that easy Jiffy brand all you need to do is add about a teaspoon of cumin and about a tablespoon of chili powder.
I posted this @ 10/08/2005 08:10:00 AM.............Need a link?..........



MIKE: Katie Holmes is pregnant? Oh God no.

CRIS: Katie Holmes is going to have Tom's baby? Oh Xenu! He implanted his seed in her?

M: Sounds like it. I thought Scientologists where Anti-sex.

C: I thought TC was anti-sex with women.

M: ...

C: I'm sorry. Did I say that out loud?

M: I don't know, but you clearly typed it.

C: But seriously... I know that was an issue with TC and Nicole Kidman. So it's good to see that he can actually impregnant someone. Though I'm a little freaked out that he's technically procreated, however it was done.

M: They had two kids?

C: I thought they were adopted.

M: Were they?

C: to the rescue.

M: I thought they were on loan from Universal's prop department.

C: Yeah. They're adopted.

M: Maybe they adopted from Universal. I can't prove it, but that's what I heard. I wonder if impregnating Katie is the subject of "Mission Impossible 3". Mission Impossible 3: Premature Evacuation!

C: Katie is on the bed and he lowers down on one of those black harness cables, being held up by Ving Rhames.

I posted this @ 10/06/2005 12:30:00 PM.............Need a link?..........



Hello. Just a quick post to let everyone know that I am still alive. Work has picked up considerably. Where I once had time for lunch, my lunch hours are now devoted to collecting spit from kids. I love my job...


I'll write more once I get a free moment. In the meantime, consider these topics:

-Children and the taking care of them
-My television viewing habits
-My Personality Inventory
-What ever DID happen to Baby Jane?

See you real soon!
I posted this @ 10/04/2005 02:25:00 PM.............Need a link?..........



  1. Quaint:: Cozy
  2. Rind:: Lemon
  3. Disease:: Catch My...
  4. Queer:: As Folk
  5. Pork:: Rinds
  6. Soaked:: Wet
  7. Skeleton:: Key
  8. Mold:: Mildew
  9. Finished:: Prodcut
  10. Buffalo:: Wings
I posted this @ 10/03/2005 07:00:00 PM.............Need a link?..........

I'm a 30-something student of human nature. A music-lovin', groove-shakin', laugh-inducin', dish-cookin', gossip-slingin', type of guy. This is my diary of sorts...

100 Things
How Well Do You Know Me?


Olbermann: Gay marriage is a question of love
Gay ex-governor says he's too poor for alimony
-Barack’s Gay Balance
Calif. Supreme Court rejects gay marriage ban
-Where the Bears don't fear to tread
ABBA Melody


"The Day I Helped Kill A Baby" - Joe.My.God.
"Summertime Blues" - Tomato Nation
"Mama Crazy" -
"Something I Will Never Forget" -
"OMG! It's a teenager." - Does This Mean...
"The God of Comedy Setup Lines" - Frolic & Detour
"Can't Handle The Tooth" - Hissyfit

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B6 d- t k+ s u-- f i o+ x e+ l+ c

GSS d- s: a C++ W++ PS+ tv++ b+ e++ h- r++ y+

SMo/Ga/Ma A31 W+ H+ w h D+ E+ C++ e++ f Ma S+++

B3 f c-v g+ k? s--

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Counting Sheep
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