Part the second

Turns out the floor in the kitchen in the unit of our duplex that we live in has five layers. tile -> tile -> underlayment -> vinyl -> vinyl.

At the belated annual Independence Day celebration at my work, myself and a cow-orker bested a team named The Arse Kickers to be declared the undisputed company Cornhole tourney champions.

But I'm still disturbed that the other team was wearing faux assless chaps.

Update [2008-7-10 9:48:15 by lm]: pix!

Unless, of course, you also have a mighty mouse.

... he shan't have any of my wheelbarrows when his wheelbarrows are gone.

Oh goodness me, I'm done to just one wheelbarrow.

`I check my blind spot all the time.'

``Well, how often do I see you drive on the freeway?''

`Never.'

Speaking of pioneering televangelist Billy Graham, Richard Cohen opined the following.

His lasting damage, I offer as an aside, was to persuade the young George W. Bush to abandon his wastrel ways, at which he excelled, and instead seek the path that has led him to where he is now, a calamity for the nation and the world.

Ouch. I'd certainly not want to be the president used as an example of why sometimes it's best for everyone involved if a drunkard stays a drunkard to the end of his life.

Odds and ends of no real significance follow.

Or how I worked my way through the weekend.

I usually have a strong  stomach when it comes to reading about grotesqueness. But having followed a link from Arts and Letters Daily to a story on scratching itches, I had to stop at the point where brains started leaking out.

 

First up, over on Doxos I put up a new post for the first time in almost two months. It's a brief discussion of gay marriage.

Nothing much here to see. Please move along.