Friday, October 21, 2005

In lieu of flowers...

you want us to send what?!

And for the record, I'm independent.

Tuesday, October 18, 2005

A Piece of Brain Lint

Three words: Oprah for President.

Can you imagine the landslide she'd win by?

Monday, October 17, 2005

Note to self... Look up stuff about East Village Opera Company, and decide if it has crossed the line between innovative and schlocky.

Sunday, October 16, 2005

Wow, what a party...

Well, it's all over now. I certainly had very much fun at the party. There were fire eaters and fire breathers, live musicians, bellydancers, and the party ran quite literally from dusk til dawn.

And there's so very, very much that happened that I really can't talk about in public forums like this...

Friday, October 14, 2005

This and the preceding pictures are for my friend Anna, who could not join us in the west valley. Bienvenue... to the first incarnation of ZuLounge.


I had a very thankful near-miss on that bug I told you about the other day. I'll attribute it to the wonderful stuff known as Airborne. It's wonderful stuff; all you do is plop the little disc into a small glass of water, and about a minute later you have a pleasant tasting orange or lemon-lime fizzy drink packed with vitamins and electrolytes and herbs and whatnot, all geared to boosting your immune system. If you feel something coming on just plop one and whatever it was you were worrying about will suddenly be a thing of the past.

Wednesday, October 12, 2005

Uh Oh...

Achy body? Check.
Lightheaded? Check.
Unstoppable craving for fresh squeezed orange juice? Check.

Something wicked this way comes. Usually if I'm getting sick, I start craving Gatorade and saltine crackers. I know I'm calling in sick if I'm walking through the grocery store, pass a display of Gatorade, and get a strong urge to buy about 2 gallons of the stuff. Last time I was craving fresh squeezed orange juice like this, I was half-asleep in my bedroom for 36 hours solid.

Monday, October 10, 2005

I'm walking around in the most evil retailer on earth, Super Walmart. This is not a regular habit; they just have a good price on an oil change. Anyway, I was looking through the board games (if you know me, this shouldn't be a surprise in the slightest) when my eyes happened upon something uncommon in American game stores, a Spanish board game. I took a gander at the back of the box, and printed on the box was something resembling a warning label. The English translation was "ATTENTION: Three AAA batteries not included... because you don't need them."