Wow. Been a while, eh?
:: You ever have a friend who is just… different when he/she drinks? I’m not saying that Jim Kirk has a problem, it’s just that I get uncomfortable around him when he drinks. So do my dogs. (The post is a couple of weeks old, but who cares?)
:: And they’re all gone now. I remain. I remember. Do they?
:: You know what they have on the cigarette package in Great Britain? In great big letters? (I have less and less sympathy for smokers these days, I have to admit.)
:: In some perverse tribute to you, I watched “High Fidelity”–or the parts I could see through my tears–tonight. (This blog continues to break my heart every time I read it.)
:: Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.
:: Robots do not want to have sex with you. Are you listening, Japan? (Salty language alert)
:: No one wants to read a blog that’s all flowers and rainbows and fuzzy bunnies. (So that explains the drop in my traffic over the last year! [rimshot] )
All for this week, as usual.