Wednesday, 02 December 2009 : No more interceptions, Hasselbec

One has to think on days like these... why do you, Jim, root for the shittiest teams in sports history? We can talk about the Seahawks and the Mariners and perhaps the Thunderbirds and why the fuck not throw the Brewers in there for good measure?

The day of giving thanks has come and gone and I am still wondering why there is a corn cob hovering about the house with ethereal motions toward places off limits? I like corn, sho nuff... I like taters, sho nuff, I even like burying turkeys up to their neck while dancing the Movement of the Crystal Mountain. Glug glug glug, Mr. Redskin!

There are cats to be seen here finally. Yes, Orb-Master Zero, cats. More sitting in the queue that will be seen within two or three days. Keep your eyes out... like one might take one's teeth out in the days of old. Put them in a bottle of formaldehyde for future posterity.

Where have I been? What? You spew questions from your mouth like an overflowing sewer of ancient Rome? I will tell all soon. Well, not ALL... but much! It has been a crazy summer, to which you will be privy complete with images of the trip. The TRIP, MAN! 4:20 honkeys!

Love you all! Be safe and remember to give Santa a good shivvin' on the day of Christmas!

That is all. - Jim