I’m trying to get one of my coworkers to engage in The Vending Machine Challenge, but we need to round up enough cash for it to be worth his while.
Naked Dinner
Apparently, while I was downstairs writing, David Cronenberg was setting up a shot in my kitchen:
We did tell Mugwump to be here around 7, but I hope he knows he has to go outside if he wants to smoke:
Happy blackoutiversary
It’s the 6th anniversary of the big-ass northeast blackout, and some website is calling for reminiscences from the event. I wrote a long-ass post about it, which is still a pretty entertaining (to me).
Don’t MAKE me take this green visor off!
Greatest headline of the week (but still sad):
What It Is: 8/3/09
What I’m reading: I was bored by Edwin Mullhouse
What I’m listening to: Nothing in particular; just some shuffling iTunes.
What I’m watching: That Deadliest Catch finale, Be Kind Rewind (haters need to explain to me why they were so down on this movie), and Step Brothers.
What I’m drinking: Abita amber
What Rufus is up to: No grey-hike, on account of rain, but he got to meet lots of people and doggies at the Saturday farmer’s market in town.
Where I’m going: Nowhere in particular.
What I’m happy about: That Patsy turned out to be champion of the Ghurkas. And offered to put up Nepal’s Olympic team in her house for the 2012 games.
What I’m sad about: Talk Magazine launched 10 years ago? Boy, I’m getting old. And boy, that Gwyneth Paltrow S/M photospread remains one of the least sexy things I’ve ever seen:
What I’m worried about: Someday I’ll lose my mind and find that sexy. <shudder>
What I’m pondering: Whether I should forward this career advice article about drinking with co-workers to our office drunk, or just forward it to every other employee in our company.
I only tweet after eating Mexican food
Follow me on Twitter. I’m twitter.com/groth18. Given my prolixity, I don’t think I can do much in a 140-character limit, but hey.
Conde Nasty
Yo Quiero Uno Momento De Silencio
Gidget, the Taco Bell chihuahua, is dead.
Make it rain!
Happy St. Swithin’s Day! And happy birthday to my uncle Harold!
The picture below has nothing to do with St. Swithin, Harold, or 40 days of rain. It’s just a nice pic I took this morning while Ru & I walked around Skyline Lake:
