i'm going to go back there someday

This article by young Timmy Johnson is, in my opinion, a much-needed perspective on the generalizations and negativity visited upon children by their parents and other adults.

Adults Have Misclassified Me As A Handful

In other news, Emma and I went to Westland this weekend to visit the family, and a fun time was had by all. Also, I went to IKEA for the first time while I was there. I never understood the hype until I actually went and experienced it for myself. It's a magical world of home merchandise, and there are dozens of rooms to explore, like a walk-in catalog, complete with Swedish books

Late Sunday night / Monday morning, I arrived home to find a note on my door telling me that we only had the housing the college was providing until the 5th. So, I suppose this is my last week of work,

And I couldn't be happier
Simply couldn't be happier
Well - not "simply"
Cause getting your dreams
It's strange, but it seems
A little - well - complicated
There's a kind of a sort of cost
There's a couple of things get lost
There are bridges you cross
You didn't know you crossed
Until you've crossed
And if that joy, that thrill
Doesn't thrill you like you think it will

Anyways, love each other unselfishly, and be kind to all the animals. Especially bears.

i can see the universe

Is it wrong to like lolcatz?

Cause I do.

i'll just have to find myself a new giant

Since when did TMZ.com become a source for reputable journalism? It seems like every day now I read a story in a magazine or watch a news show where they actually quote this god-awful excuse for a dirty rag. As far as I can remember, TMZ has always been a tabloid-esque entertainment website, and makes US Weekly look like The New Yorker. I'm assuming that the "school" of "thought" that defines this as a respected media news outlet is the same one that defines Hillary Duff as talented.

Here's a western analogy: If good journalism is like the Pony Express, then TMZ is a piece of paper on a rock thrown through your window. It comes right to you, but at what price?

it's all about the benjamins, baby!

Saga of Gold Hill Gulch starts Thursday. It's looking to be a fun show, especially for the target demographic, which are folks on the older side of... well, old. Also, you'll find out that anything I can do, Asha can do better.

that punk put a hole in my versace

Does today equal the best day ever???

No.

But it is the best day of work ever. I work two seperate jobs at Bethel: Dispatch for Campus Safety from 7-9, then Housekeeping from 9-3:30. To put it kindly, Housekeeping sucks. The people are nice enough, but it's a crappy job, no matter how you spin it. Dispatch, on the other hand, is a cushy desk job where I answer phone calls and use the radio, call people by numbers instead of names, and say fun things like "10-4." And when I'm not doing that, I'm playing solitare of laughing at crazy cats like Ray Smuckles.

Here's a good example. You know in the heist movies, when they're all in the bank, or in the high-tech lab/office, and they're stealing/appropriating/destroying something? Well, I'm the dude in the van. Now, that may not sound all that great, and it isn't, but at least he's part of the heist. It's kind of like being the kicker for the Colts. Anyways, I choose to see myself as a Ving Rhames rather than an Emilio Estavez.

Wait, come to think of it, there's a better example I could give. You in the police movies or tv shows, when you see the guy working dispatch behind the desk, and not doing anything fun? Well, that's me.