Sterno’s Pad

St. Patricks Day 2008!

2008-03-16T16:24:00.001-07:00

Happy St. Patricks Day, everyone!

Another year at the Abbey Pub, and I gotta admit - it just doesn;'t disappoint. Ever. Let's recap, shall we?

(The pictures uploaded in reverse order, so we're looking from drunkest back to buzzing. fyi)

I stole her tiara, feather boa, a green sash, and a few hugs. Rowwr.

I asked her if I could snag a picture with her, and when she asked why, I basically told her, "Because your hair is wicked cool." Done.

Our dreadlocked hottie waitress. Very very virtuous. Very very patient. Digs guys in tiaras.

This is a girl that was there last year.. and I had a few "random shots with strangers" that had her in them last year too. I remembered her because she looks like she's in 8th grade. She's 23. I asked. Although I think that she may just have a sweet fake i.d.

Will, Ed, Jessie, and myself

Yours truly, with my friendly phillipino brutha Harold. He's usually very friendly, but he was angry about me stealing his signature pose.

The Chicago fire department beat the police department that morning (played the game at the United Center, where the Hawks and Bulls play!) and these guys had their trophy with them. I, being the smooth talker that I am, conned them into leaving me alone with the thing for a minute. I believe they hosed it down immediately upon return.

Design Girl, me (stole someone's sunglasses for a while and decided to channel Corey Hart), DG's fiancée Lee, co-worker Missy, and Missy's hubby Brian.

Woot St Patricks!

Happy day, everyone!

Invisible Rope

2008-02-25T17:59:00.000-08:00

Happy New Year!

2008-01-19T11:03:00.000-08:00

A new year, a new printer...

Working on developing my freelance work up here, and it's coming along, albeit slowly. I have the worst time trying to figure out how to position myself as both a serious graphic designer and a cartoonist. Typically, clients see me as one or the other.. so I decided to take a leap of faith here and go with a name that embraced the goofier side of my personality and my work:

Just a rough sample of the layout I'm going for... but yeah, you're reading that correctly. The Cuckoo Studio. Whether or not the quotes remain by the time I take it live has yet to be seen...

A big thanks in advance goes screaming across the web to my pal Shoo, for all of the programming it's going to take.

Happy new year, you crazy kids.

Red and Green Thumb

2007-12-11T18:19:00.000-08:00

Bah!!!

This poinsettia was dead the second I laid eyes on it at the store. Sorry, Holiday Cheer - I seem to have killed your plant.

Shoo just screwed up

2007-11-14T19:49:00.000-08:00

Oh man. Another buddy went and got hitched. Shoo, what were you THINKING?

Crap. Ok, ok, cue the music.
~Another One Bites the Dust~

Here's the lowdown:
Shoo just married his girl of two years, Sarah, and all of the events took place in Springfield this past weekend - namely, one Springfield Motorboat Club. It was fun seeing the guys and gals again, and I'll go out on a limb here and say that we had a good time getting together again. As one of your older friends, Shoo, take my word on this: The older we become, the harder it is to get the old gang back together again. It never gets any easier than it is now. That said, it was great to finally meet some of the good friends of Shoo's and Sara's for the first time. Dave Heinzel, that includes you, bud. I told you before, and I'll repeat it here:

You really photogged the shit of this wedding. Without the auto-focus setting clicked on.

I took a ton of snapshots, and Shoo was kind enough to upload these to his own Flickr account. Hopefully you get a kick seeing these.

Here are a few of my faves:

I don't do production work.

I will, however, pose with my buddy on the eve of his big mistake. ;)

After the rehearsal dinner, we left and got dressed down (some more than others), and headed to the watering hole of choice.

Me, posing with buddy Kyle(still)Kyle, aka Captain Lou Albano's bastard child.

See what I did here? I yelled, "Hey Mohawk!" when this wild stranger was walking by, and told him I needed a photo with him. He obliged, and once again, I miraculously emerge from a cool photo op, totally unscathed. (I believe in jinxes, guardian angels, and karma). And I swear - He posed like that with NO prompting.

This is why I'm always turning down the shots my friends buy for me. I suck with the hard stuff (yes, I know my shot has a little pink umbrelle in it. stop hating).

The bride and groom, ladies and gentlemen.

Maybe more pix in the near future. Stay tuned, readers.

Apple Care with the Hoff

2007-10-18T08:31:00.000-07:00

Yesterday afternoon I was walking towards the bathroom when I saw the Hoff, my office's mac tech support guy, walking ahead of me. I whistled and he stopped, we shook hands, and I asked him about a problem I'm having with my laptop at home. Well, we continued walking, and as luck would have it, we both were going to the bathroom. I was the first to enter, and I walked into a stall (stage fright prohibits me from hitting up the close quartered urinals frequently). Hoff walked into the second stall. This entire time we were still talking about my mac issue. He stops midway between "apple care" and "support should take care of that" to let loose the fury.

I'm so shocked, I had no reply.

Rushing out of my stall, washing my hands quickly as to avoid the oncoming rush of fecal particles, I said to him, "J, I didn't see you carrying a trumpet with you when we walked in here".

His reply: "Oh, I carry that everywhere I go", laughing.

No shame. :D

And yes, I will swear up and down on a stack of bibles that this is true.

You'll be watching this one twice.

2007-08-08T09:53:00.001-07:00

Accord vs Tahoe (Tahoe won)

2007-08-05T20:23:00.001-07:00

Aw hell. What is going on this weekend? I swear, did I do something to anger karma? Did I piss off the big guy upstairs?

I'm cruising around this afternoon, taking care of a few errands before my friends come over for dinner, and I decide to grab a quick lunch to appease the rumble in my stomach. I spot a McD's, a NEW McD's, and I go for it. Order my meal, follow the speaker's command to pull up to window number one, and-

EEEEERRRRRUNNNK

Fuck. There went my bumper. Thanks a lot, SUV soccer mom.

You be the judge. I'm not blaming the soccer mom. I'm blaming McD's for their horrible design of the drive through. No yield signs, no warnings to let you know that you have to merge with a second lane to get your grease.

The manager told us that the store policy is that the first car to place their order goes first up to the pick up window.

Which makes sense, because you can't see or pay too much attention to the opposite lane.

I'm dead serious. Neither lane can see the other until the merging point.

Here is the view from the outside lane:

Here's another vantage point. Note where you merge. Great layout.

Annnd, my car. Looks nice, right? It took on a tahoe, and the tahoe won. Big time. My honda's a sissy.

I can't wait to hear how much this is going to cost me. Civil suit against the corporate arches? Any advice?

UPDATE: My insurance is comprehensive and liability. This is getting paid for out of my own pocket now. Ahhhh... nice.

Oral Surgery

2007-08-03T12:16:00.001-07:00

Fork man. Ow.

Today is my day off, and I decided to spend it accordingly. By going to see a surgeon and having this weird thing on my lip cut out of my face. It developed about two and a half years ago when I accidentally bit my lip really hard, and the scar tissue developed into some funky ass thing that would get in my way when I ate, puckered my lips, smiled, skated with a mouthguard, etc.

Most of the time, people never even notice it unless I point it out, but then, it was still an awkward issue for me. I mean, dude, it's a funky thing on my LIP. Ugh.

So I set up an appointment, saw the doctor, and when he asked how I felt about him performing the surgery right after his consultation (some people prefer leaving and coming back, I suppose?), I told him I would be disappointed if he didn't slice and dice on me then and there.

Good stuff. I could watch the procedure via the reflection in the light hanging above my face, and it was really interesting to watch myself getting cut into and not feel a damned thing. Well, the anaesthesia's worn off, and it's feeling real nice now.

I'm calling off the BBQ I had planned for tonight. Pudding cups, cereal, and a milkshake sounds a hell of a lot better.

Before- Look at that right side. UGH

After- Ahhhh, If you wondered what Frankenstein's monster's inner lip looked like..

Peace.

August Already??

2007-08-01T21:17:00.001-07:00

Life went and got dramatic there for a while folks. I'm back, I'm updating, but as you might have noticed, there's a trend where I post about once a month. For those of you who were dying for the latest and greatest, I apologize. I took off my self-immersion nerd cap for a while to spend some time with my family.

Work has been a nice diversion from real life, if that makes any sense. I have been running a ton, but my ankle has been acting up since my last run almost a week and a half ago, and I'm slowly feeling my waist expand with every Skinny Dip that I drink. God, I hate New Belgium for selling this liquid crack. And yet, I love them. ~sip~ Dating has been a train wreck. I'm debating whether or not to go and adopt six cats and decorate my condo with country charm. Maybe I can dress up my cats in this hello kitty crap I saw online the other day.

I've been asked to resign my post in one of the fantasy football leagues that I played in last year. I think that you have to be a pretty horrible "owner" to have this happen, since about the only responsibility you have with this sort of thing is to make sure that you've entered a starting lineup before the games start on Sunday. I guess they frowned upon my hands-off strategy. Especially when my team still managed to pull as many wins out of its ass as it did. I'm in a new league this season. I think it was more due to the pressure I received from my friends to join than anything else. It's an expensive buy in, and they see me as a complete mark. No pun intended. I see it as an opportunity to talk smack and ...well, talk some more smack. Screw it. When you have a team logo as kickass as mine, you just know it's going to be an interesting ride.

Link to the logo- not very work safe, FYI.

All class. Unlike some of my readers' blogs, mine isn't necessarily family friendly.

Anyway... Peace, I'm out.

What do you mean, you thought I was DEAD?

2007-05-07T17:50:00.001-07:00

Hey people- Long time no update. I have news. Life changing news. Life altering, ground-shaking, knee-trembling, ball-busti...

OK, It's not huge, but yeah, I'm on my way towards becoming a homeowner. Say that word and pause before the last syllable. hehe, I know.

OK, so let's recap really really quickly.

My female roommate invited the "love of her life" to move into her townhome (I wasn't asked my opinion), and all of a sudden, three's a crowd. I'll spare you the majority of the details, save for the fact that they were together when I left in the morning, and they were straddling each other when I arrived back at night. In the living room. Third wheel syndrome kicked in, and I just became too uncomfortable to stay any longer. As of the first of April, I moved out. I'm currently staying with a friend of mine from work, who, along with his wife, have very graciously provided me with their spare bedroom until I locate a new place. Which brings me to this:

I bought a condo. In the burbs.

Oy Vei.

It's a sweet place, actually, but yeah- wow, I bought a place. I'll be signing all of the final papers and getting the keys on the 17th. To be honest, I'm pretty psyched about the whole thing. I spent a good month with my real estate agent / old college friend Pete searching these areas, and after a ton of late night tours, we came across this place. It's top notch. I'll be sure to post pictures when I get going in there, but suffice to say, I'll be enjoying a very comfortable, very quiet home for the next few years. Whoohoo!

My job is still stable, if not a bit slow lately. I'm getting bored with my slowish work schedule, but I'm crossing my fingers that that turns around soon.

One more thing- Does anyone happen to have their iTunes or mp3 collection set up to play on their home stereo? If so, let me know how. I'm curious about how I'm going to be setting up, and if it means using my old G4 as a media hub, I will.

Oh, and I'm almost skinny~ish again. Been running about 13 miles a week, and yeah, the no-smoking ban is still in strong effect.

Indiana Jones and the Fountain of Eternal Youth

2007-02-27T19:58:00.000-08:00

It's official. Indy will be returning for a fourth!

I, for one, am excited to see it. I wanna see how much whip swinging is going to be in this one...

No confirmation on Indy being portrayed by Harrison Ford again. Cross yer fingers.

Sterno vs. Hello Kitty

2007-02-21T21:25:00.002-08:00

Well, last week was Design Girl's birthday, and seeing as how I'm good friends with her, I decided to get her a nice present.

This week.

I was paying a visit to the Dick Blick to pick up some art supplies last night, and since I was close to Woodfield Mall, I stopped over to make a quick run to the Sangria store for DG's gift.

You know... Hello Kitty:

Let me preface this by telling all guys that might find themselves in a similar predicament- This .. place.. You have to check your balls at the front door. It's a pink and white fairytale. This place smells like sweet tarts and toy erasers. I think the terminology I'm looking for to best describe it is "emasculating".

Three employees, all female, were deeply entrenched in their work, and seemingly dismissed me as a lost shopper. Nope. I had a purpose. A raison d'étre, if you will. I approached one of the girls and asked her if they carried anything with a green frog character (I know this one because my friend Rachel goes apeshit when SHE sees the green guy).

"Oh. Do you want Mon Chi Chi or Mon Ci La La?*", she asks.
"Either. Whatever you have. Surprise me."

So she runs...well, it was a waddling sort of gait... and while she's off in the back of the store, I start to tremble. Softly at first. You see, it's the store's overwhelmingly saccharine decor...it's the overly-effervescent feminine toys...all of which contribute to a reaction somewhat akin to insulin shock.

When the sales clerk returned, she had three notepads in tow. Now, don't get me wrong- I wanted to choose something - ANYTHING - and get the hell out as soon as humanly possible. However, I didn't make this trip for a few lame notepads. I waved her off, and started looking around at some of the other offerings.

This was when the room began to spin.

All I could see was a variety of products, such as stationery, notebooks, dishware, stickers, patches, wristwatches, pens, pencils, pencil cases, calendars, jewelry, keychains, posters, baseball caps, mugs, makeup kits, novelty pillows, inflatable chairs, miniature candy dispensers, lip gloss, toothbrushes, baby soaps, and whatever else you can imagine that could keep a 4 year old drooling for hours.

By this point the other two girls were beginning to notice me. I was flushed, and everything I drew my gaze upon brought a queer crook to my mouth and a nervous chuckle. I was positive that I would be able to catch a glimpse of whatever remained of my testosterone, creeping towards the exit, should I turn on my heels at that moment.

"GIFT CERTIFFERCATE!" I blurted.
"Wha..?"
"You sell those, right? GO!" I exclaimed, hurriedly shoving my credit card into her hand.

Hello Kitty/Sangrio is missing out on a phenomenal opportunity here. I truly believe that they could establish their own Funniest Home Videos if they just taped the average guys' reactions in their retail stores.

As soon as the clerk finished up behind the counter, she presented me with the gift card, complete with, yes, you guessed it, a big pink plastic bag. I can't tell you what I said when I saw this- not because I was rude, but because I was losing my shit entirely by this point- but I basically handed the bag back to the girl, shook my head and popped the card into my pocket before I swooped my way back out into the mall again. I pulled my cap low over my face to guard myself from being recognized (God forbid- that would just clear up ANY rumors there've been about THAT aspect of my life, huh? ;)), and had an immediate urge to find a dark bar and buy myself a pint of beer to chug.

Epilogue:
DG liked the card. She appreciated the effort on my behalf. She enjoyed the story you just read here. And most importantly, she doesn't expect me to keep her company when she goes to spend the damned thing.

Amen.

* If I get the names wrong, save yourself the comment to correct me.

Time to Move On

2007-02-18T18:27:00.000-08:00

Well, the roommate's boyfriend has apparently moved in. I was informed after the fact this weekend, and although I like him, I just think it's getting a bit tight in the townhome. I find myself confining myself in my bedroom more than ever, and there have been a few times when I walk out of the door to see some heavy petting going down across the hallway. It's phenomenally awkward. He also has his own key, garage door opener, and ... enhh. I thought you needed to clear these sorts of things with your roommate before you go ahead and do it. Fockin AYE.

So am I to look for a new roommate? A place of my own to rent? Or do I take the plinge and BUY a townhome out here in suburbia? Holy crap. I miss my own place. I do. The only thing is that, when you buy, you're admitting that you're willingly settling down in one spot. It's kind of like a smoker that buys the single packs and never the cartons, because they plan on quitting the habit after THAT PACK.
Speaking of which- I'm carcinogen-free going on three months now. Whoot me.

A few other choice items:

Shoo's now engaged to his lady, Miss GoodTimeGirl. Congrats on that, you two. I'm buying you guys a giftcard to Newegg.com for the wedding. Easy as pie. Done. Oh, and I expect to see Buddy serve as the ringbearer too. You paid for the obedience school. Let's see you get your money's worth.

Valentine's Day has come and passed. Thank God. I, for one, am not a fan. I made it through...but not without some discomfort. Didn't help matters much that my entire day was completely stressed and I wanted to bite the head off of a chicken. (I couldn't find a chicken, so relax)

I'll be heading back to Springfield the weekend of the 2nd. Mark your calendars. I plan on going out on Saturday and reminding some of you knuckleheads how we do.

Please, please PLEASE stop asking me about my ex-girlfriend from last summer. It's not just you, but seriously, everyone is asking if I will be going out with her again. No. The answer is NO. That bridge isn't just burnt- it's obliviated. Thank you.

Pea Sowt.

Pussy Control

2007-02-15T21:16:00.000-08:00

I'm tired of seeing nothing but "Buddy the dog" posts at gotshoo.com. Here's MY response to sickenly sweet dog pictures.

Strange cat spanking video that leaves you feeling...confused, and not sure if you need a shower or not.

ENJOY

NASA Shilling

2007-02-10T14:25:00.000-08:00

Bored this afternoon. I decided to do something creative with my photoshoppery prowess.

So here's a little something new for you

2007-01-27T12:31:00.000-08:00

Sorry for the long gap again, people. Between work, social, and my complete lack of focus to type much more than the occasional IM to a friend, this little corner of the intraweb has been severely ignored.

So I've been using my new macbook pro for almost three months now, and I think I can honestly tell you that it's practically flawless. I think I obsessed so long over this purchase that, when I finally ordered the thing, three more people from my office went out and bought one for themselves. I bought a new iPod nano a few weeks ago as well. The red 8gb version. I like knowing that a portion of my cash will be sent to Sally Struthers and some of the unfortunate AIDS babies that Bono is trying to help Madonna adopt.

I stumbled across a picture that was clogging the tubes the other day, and I'm going to share with you guys:

NEVER.

I'm trying out some new bloggng software today. Freeware called Qumana. I guess I'll tell you how I like it after I try uploading this post. Cross yer fingers.

Oh, and my full page ad ran in the money section of USA Today again this weekend. Go pick it up and brag about how you knew me when. Or don't, and just tell me you did when we talk later.

Movie-wise, I want to recommend that you go and see Pan's Labyrnth before it leaves the theaters. And don't take your children if you think it's a fairy tale they'll enjoy. You'll end up paying for their therapist later. It's a gorgeous film, and I was pretty much awestruck by the cinematography and storyline. This is one of the movies they should use to promote their HDTVs. Well worth the price of admission. You heard it here first second again.

A childhood friend of mine committed suicide last weekend. I grew up two houses down from him, and we hung out a lot in high school, and up until I turned 20. Although we had fallen out of touch, I still heard the occasional news about how he had been doing, but the fact of the matter is that we haven't spoken a word to one another in ten years. I had heard that he and his wife had been having problems, but still. I feel horrible for his family. I wasn't able to make it back home for the wake this week, but I'm writing his mom a letter this afternoon. His two younger brothers...well, I just can't fathom what they must be going through.

Earlier this week, I was emailing a mutual friend of ours back and forth, and we shared a few of our favorite memories about him. Truth be known, most of those stories are a bit on the inappropriate side of matters, but if you had ever spent time with us back in the day, you'd have seen just how close a friend he was to us. RIP, Mike.

Powered by Qumana

Best. Fight Scene. EVER.

2006-12-29T10:16:00.000-08:00

100% Unfiltered BADASSSSSSS.

Coke gets you High!

2006-12-19T12:34:00.000-08:00

Found this via Gizmodo:

Have you ever wondered why Coke comes with a smile? It’s because it gets you high. They took the cocaine out almost a hundred years ago. You know why? It was redundant.

* In The First 10 minutes: 10 teaspoons of sugar hit your system. (100% of your recommended daily intake.) You don’t immediately vomit from the overwhelming sweetness because phosphoric acid cuts the flavor allowing you to keep it down.
* 20 minutes: Your blood sugar spikes, causing an insulin burst. Your liver responds to this by turning any sugar it can get it’s hands on into fat. (There’s plenty of that at this particular moment)
* 40 minutes: Caffeine absorption is complete. Your pupils dialate, your blood pressure rises, as a response your livers dumps more sugar into your bloodstream. The adenosine receptors in your brain are now blocked preventing drowsiness.
* 45 minutes: Your body ups your dopamine production stimulating the pleasure centers of your brain. This is physically the same way heroin works, by the way.
* >60 minutes: The phosphoric acid binds calcium, magnesium and zinc in your lower intestine, providing a further boost in metabolism. This is compounded by high doses of sugar and artificial sweeteners also increasing the urinary excretion of calcium.
* >60 Minutes: The caffeine’s diuretic properties come into play. (It makes you have to pee.) It is now assured that you’ll evacuate the bonded calcium, magnesium and zinc that was headed to your bones as well as sodium, electrolyte and water.
* >60 minutes: As the rave inside of you dies down you’ll start to have a sugar crash. You may become irritable and/or sluggish. You’ve also now, literally, pissed away all the water that was in the Coke. But not before infusing it with valuable nutrients your body could have used for things like even having the ability to hydrate your system or build strong bones and teeth.

OK, so...wow. I suppose we've all heard the stories about how soaking coke on your car battery connectors will remove the rust buildup, and the one about how acidic coke can be on the body/teeth/stomach lining...

This just kinda sets me over the edge. I mean, you can't watch Supersize Me without wanting to eat healthier for the next..oh, I don't know...millenia... and this has kind of swayed me back to drinking nothing but water, bottled water, gatorade, and more water. Maybe some iced tea too. Who knows. Let's not get too crazy.

Speaking of crazy, I'm going on 22 days without smoking a cigarette. Wild. The cravings have subsided a substantial amount, and I think my body's back to normal levels. Considering I quit cold turkey, and didn't use anything as a crutch to help me out (i.e., no chew, no patch, no hypnosis...), I think I'm doing ok. THere was another interesting webblog about the health benefits received from smoking cessation, and for any of you reading this that DO smoke, I would reccommend giving yourself a few minutes to read this as well:

Ever wonder what happens to your body the moment you stop smoking?

Within 20 minutes of smoking that last cigarette, the body begins a series of changes that continues for years.

20 MINUTES

*
* Blood pressure drops to normal.
* Pulse rate drops to normal.
Body temperature of hands and feet increases to normal.

8 HOURS

* Carbon monoxide level in blood drops to normal.
*
Oxygen level in blood increases to normal.

24 HOURS

* Chance of heart attack decreases.

48 HOURS

* Nerve endings start regrowing.
*
Ability to smell and taste is enhanced.

2 WEEKS TO 3 MONTHS

* Circulation improves.
*
* Walking becomes easier.
Lung function increases up to 30%.

1 TO 9 MONTHS

* Coughing, sinus congestion, fatigue, and shortness of breath decrease.
*
* Cilia regrow in lungs, increasing ability to handle mucus, clean the lungs, and reduce infection.
Body's overall energy increases.

1 YEAR

* Excess risk of coronary heart disease is half that of a smoker.

5 YEARS

* Lung cancer death rate for average smoker (one pack a day) decreases by almost half.
*
* Stroke risk is reduced to that of a nonsmoker 5-15 years after quitting.
Risk of cancer of the mouth, throat and esophagus is half that of a smoker's.

10 YEARS

* Lung cancer death rate similar to that of nonsmokers.
*
* Precancerous cells are replaced.
Risk of cancer of the mouth, throat, esophagus, bladder, kidney and pancreas decreases.

15 YEARS

* Risk of coronary heart disease is that of a nonsmoker.

When you laugh at the funny noises in this video, keep in mind..

2006-12-12T20:34:00.000-08:00

...you're SO going to hell.

Let's F with the Telemarketer

2006-12-08T17:14:00.000-08:00

Listen to this guy mess with the telemarketer and just TRY not to crack up.

Great stuff. Have a good weekend, knuckleheads!

A little reminder of the genius that was Jim Henson

2006-12-02T17:24:00.000-08:00

This STILL cracks me up.

MooOOooo

Going from Hot Turkey to Cold Turkey.

2006-11-27T17:35:00.000-08:00

HooooBoy. Relax everyone. Still here. Still alive. Just don't bug me tonight or tomorrow. I'm trying to shelf my smoking habit (again) and the past 24 hours have left me edgy and irritable like you wouldn't believe. It's just the first few days that the physical cravings leave you fiending for a smoke, so I can seek some solace in that.

And Thanksgiving was good. Good to see my family, friends, and meet some new friends as well. OK, so I was a bit of a hugging machine, but that was more about all of the beer than me being touchy feely.

No really.

Kyle: Who was the girl we both took pictures with? Sorry if I screwed up your groove, pal. She was cute.

Shoo: Just get a mac and stop drooling over my new one ;) You closet fanboy. The new house is looking good. Can't wait for the next party!

Stace: Whats up girl? Classes goin ok?

Kirsten (as if she reads this): Sorry for biting your leg.

Lori: Had to leave town before Saturday night. You missed a wild one the night before. Sorry!

That's about it. Don't forget to tip your cartoonist.
peas

p.s. - That's NOT my purse.

Happy Halloween

2006-10-31T16:19:00.000-08:00

OK, so I'd like to begin by sharing one of the worst Bollywood ripoffs ever:

Wow. You want more wow factor? Here's yours truly in the office today:

Looks like somebody needs a HUG!

Yep. It's pretty much been official, but now it's set in stone. I am We Todd Did.

Sofa King.

We. Todd. Did.

Happy Halloween!

113, but 111 aren't nearly as awesome.

2006-10-30T18:27:00.000-08:00

HowManyOfMe.com

There are:
113
people with my name
in the U.S.A.

How many have your name?

In case you're wondering about my subtraction skills... I have a second cousin by the same name, and I'd have to say he's pretty damn awesome too. But alas, no bowstaff skills.