We can have some moreNature is a whoreBruises on the fruitTender age in bloom

Occasionally, I will sift through the visitor log and see what sites visitors come from. It is a nice way to find out who links here. Occasionally, someone will stumble across this place through a Google or MSN search for something else.

Someone performed and MSN search with the term, "My Daughter Is Fucking A Black Dude."

Niiiiiiiice.

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Sometimes you gotta shimmy and shake a little.

I have finally figured out what to do with my life...

Ice dancing.

If I get my shit together, I can make it in time for the Winter Olympics. At least the leftover outfits from my stint as a backup dancer for Prince won't go to waste.

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I heard a new term.

You know how the kids these days are all wearing the tight, low cut jeans?

Hell, maybe you are, too.

Well, you know how some people maybe shouldn't wear tight, low cut jeans, but they do anyway?

And have you noticed that the people who shouldn't be wearing tight, low cut jeans kinda look like ten pounds of shit stuffed into a five pound bag?

There's a new term for that unique look: "Muffin Top."

I like it.

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Cheddar, baby, cheddar.

I'm singin' this note 'cause it fits in wellWith the chords I'm playin'I can't pretend there's any meaning hereOr in the things I'm sayin'

Soreness abounds in a number of strange places. No matter how much you run and train, you can never quite avoid the unique soreness of the first boarding session of the year. I skiied for 18 years, then switched to boarding exclusively for the last 6-7 years. With skiing, at least the soreness is symmetrical... i.e. both thighs, both sides of the low back... But, boarding, due to the nature of the motion, causes asymmetrical soreness. Right now, my left shin, right thigh and right low back all hurt.

Oh, and the whiplash from "the Ostrich."

It's a good soreness.

And, yes, mom, I'll look into a helmet like my sensible friend, Bells.

Next sessions: Saturday & Monday.
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I'm in tune.

And I'm gonna tune

Right in on you. (Right in on you.)

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Why, Johnny Ringo, you look like someone just walked over your grave.

Say when.