Jumping Ladders

Today is Wednesday, which means Ed. It just finished. It was good. (and no.. there wasn't really any doubt.) BUT, next week's is going to be better. So, in the off chance you've not yet seen the show, or haven't seen ALL the episodes, give me a call, and I'll bring you on over to my place, and we'll watch them all. Sound good? Seriously, if you can watch the whole first season and not love the show, you have no soul, and I don't want you coming around here anymore.

Hey, kids out there: If you find yourself thinking something like "I wonder how much this would hurt", stop, take a deep breath, and don't do it!. My brain hates me. (My Brain --> That bitterly divided force inside my head that seems constantly battling between self preservation and self annihilation.). So I was sitting there, watching commercials , waiting for Ed, and I found a box of matches... So.. yeah.. You know those movies where the tough guy holds the lit match in his fingers until it goes out? Yeah, I burned my finger really bad, and it's blistering up now.

My sister got me those word magnets that you can make phrases/poems/etc. out of, and I've been kinda obsessed with them ever since.. I guess I have the belief that if given enough time, effort, and motivation, I could write something worthwhile. Well, lacking at least 2 of those things, I just whipped up a script to write poems using the magnets I have. I kept trying to get it to come up with something good, but finally stopped when I got please pass away.

In the off chance you didn't know, Dennis Martino represents all that is soulless and evil in this world.

And to my Pickwick clan, I think I'm here, but if feels like here.