Tuesday
Long weekends are great.

…until they’re over. Then it’s the work-a-day grind, once more. Today wasn’t a bad day, though. Things went fairly smoothly. Also on the day’s “plus” column: I had lunch with my friend, Cecilie, who was up from Cedar City.

After work, I went to…. wait for it… the gym. I did another chest and biceps routine, hoping to stretch out some of the stiffness from last week’s workout. I think that I got most of the kinks worked out. However, I really must have jacked up my pecs because the sets of free weight flys that I did were not pretty. And I was even using fairly light weights. I’ll have to work on it some more.

After a shower and dinner, I hung out with Cecilie, Kitty, , Rhett and Mike. I haven’t seen Rhett and Mike since God was a boy. The guys, along with Wally (who showed up later) have moved into a house downtown. I got the nickel tour; it’s a nice little bachelor pad they have.

Stray Toasters

  • I had mp3s and music videos playing while I worked today. The video for Blind Melon’s No Rain came on. The song may be cheesy, but I like it. And, I like the video, too.
  • By way of comes: How the Joneses’ 23rd Goldfish Narrowly Escaped Death
  • Philosophomon – Great philosophers’ heads… on the bodies of Pokèmon.
  • “Booya! How does the bitter taste of defeat feel, huh?”

  • : The Crimes After the Games
  • I don’t have a joke for this, so you’re on your own.
  • Teen Girl Squad!
  • Okay… let me get this straight: Astrologer sues NASA over comet probe. This is almost as amusing a thought as the “NASA blew up Jesus’ pet rock” conversation that we had on IRC the other night.
  • “I don’t seem to recall you ordering an Oreo milkshake.” –
  • Stories like this (found by way of and ) make wonder when either God or the aliens are coming back with the anal probe for the Earth.

Namaste.