Faking the Funk Since 2002 - August 26th, 2005

I'm thinking maybe anyone who wants to do dinner and drinks tomorrow night, in pseudo-celebration of my birthday, can call me at 300-7838 and we'll make it happen. Any and all are welcome. And you don't even have to pick up my tab.

Also, I finally decided what I want for my birthday from pops: It's this, the most bad-ass thesaurus ever. And this, the fucking BIBLE of my pasttime. And then there's this adorable manifesto. And finally, this truly mind-melting look at stuff.

Beat that with a stick. I dare ya.

If you've ever been to a concert, you can probably appreciate this rant.

* Also, if I were a rapper, I'd be M.C. Rimshot. And my fans would argue on message boards about whether it's pronounced "rims hot" or "rim shot" and either way, I'd be considered nebulously awesome.

* Also, "Revo-Lotion" is still the grand number one marketing idea of the year.

* And this too: In about two hours, I will be on the basketball court, schooling Tony Jackson and Matthew John on how to lay-up, dunk, and break ankles.

* Addendum: Claudia LeMonde is the raddest Californian I know.

* When I was 10, I woke up in the middle of the night and stumbled into the kitchen, where mom was crock-potting something. I said I hurt. She noticed that while I was sleeping, I'd been stung by bees about a dozen times.

* Thanks for the happy birthday wishes, both of you.