Michele Meme'd me.

Three Things I Do That No One Else Knows About:

(1) In Junior High, I was in the school band. I was second-chair clarinet. I quit my third year to take Home Economics. Apparently, the band wasn't gay enough.

(2) I'm in the continual process of downloading porn and then feeling guilty about it, deleting it and having to download the same porn again. It's a vicious cycle.

(3) I own five calculators. Three scientific calculators and two graphing calculators. I named the graphing calculators; Horatio and Bernadette. I also have a pocket Slide Rule. He hasn't told me his name yet.

Everybody appears to have been tagged. I won't re-tag. I hope you can appreciate that.

Super Sounds of the 70s

The 70s; not that wonderfuly pre-AIDS decade full of snappy dressers and general decadence, but the average temperature range on any given day in South Louisiana - in January!

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy our temperate climate as much as the next guy, but don't completely rob me of winter. I'm not asking for snow, or even a light freeze; I just want to wear a fucking sweater vest.

A side effect of the heat is that I have to run the air conditioner while natural gas prices are spiked and Entergy is trying to recoup it's losses from the hurricanes. My house is on the larger side (2400 sq. ft with 12-foot ceilings) and it takes a lot of juice to cool it off; this month I owe $365.56 to the electric company and God knows how much to 3-2-1 Contact. But, don't worry about me - I cheat on my taxes.

So I was watching Kill Bill yesterday afternoon and snacking on some trail mix. I only mention this because a lot of people are under the impression that trail mix is good for you when in fact it contains glass. I would've thought they'd mention glass in the ingredient list, but apparently that's too much to expect. Anyway, I reached into the bag and pulled out a collection of nuts, dried fruits and seeds, and threw it in my mouth and bit down. At first I thought I broke a tooth or something, which is the only reason I decided to do an inventory of what was in my mouth at the time. I spit out the mix and sifted through it like some kind of witless prospector and found a piece of glass. Hard and green-tinted like Coke bottle glass, but thicker. I wasn't cut and my teeth are undamaged, but I think I'll hold off on trail mix until they come out with a new glassless formula.

Okay. I'd like to post a hottie of the week like my hero NYP, but who are we kidding? No way am I going to update every week. So here's my hottie of the interval of time between blog updated - Evangeline Lilly.