Deesmember.

Welcome to your monthly installment of my twisting the name of the month into something random and borderline bizarre.

This month, I present to you Rick Dees. I don't know much about the man except that he hosts a top 40 radio show. I'm sure there was something other pertinent in his past that I am glossing over to bring you Deesmember.

I also present to you a fun little Fan Club member badge that I had to whip up in photoshop for this occaision. Its supposed to look like a embroidered patch. It doesn't so much accomplish that, but I wanted to post this before the blog fuhrer got a chance to say anything.

Anywho, until next month and something involving Casey Kasem or maybe a little country like Djibouti.

No Ving Brrrr??

I know its a bit of a stretch. . .but you should be used to these shennanigans by now.

As I'm typing this, I'm realizing I should have used this for the first image.



But its getting late and I'm feelin' lazy.

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Until next month.
Willie!

Octoblerone.

So its a new month, which means its time for yet another blog post that some how contorts the name of said month into something else that happened to cross my mind and that I could find an interesting picture for in Google Image Search.

Picture Runner Up #1
Picture Runner Up #2

Of course this all to keep the blog nazi satiated with my archive preservation.

I should also mention the following:

Go Cards!

That is all.

Septimber!

You know what's crazy? This month has come and gone. As has the rest of the stinkin' year.

I could have carried a child to term in the time that has passed thus far this year. Or something.

Its also too bad all the energy conservation shown in August's picture is out the window with the pile of wood in this month's post.

August of wind?

So August has come and gone.

I couldn't think of anything to witty to post this month. Hence that's why its now the 26th and we have ourselves a obligatory post for the sake of the archive.

Newman.

Much to my consternation and despite the remindings of Mr. Roach. I forgot to update my blog last month and now the archives are incomplete and thus my blog will never be the same.

Maybe I'll just scrap this whole idea and go about my life as if this never happened.

Or maybe i'll continue wasting your time with monthly posts that fulfill a petty requirement of seeing the month and year of that post to the lower right.

Either way, July is done.

Ex Post June-o

I wanna give a big "Atta Murl" out to Murl. For a couple reasons. Of being so murly. And for telling me the obvious that when I write this little post, i can set the date and time of the post.

How about them apples. The June post once thought dead; and the archive list, once thought incomplete is now revived and breathing well. And to think I almost pulled the plug.

May Bee?

Bees! I bet the sound angry and africanized.

This concludes the may post. Long live the archive.

Hey Beer Man!

The picture of this beer vendor fulfills a couple things:

1. Baseball is back
2. A potential future career path
3. The archives now have an April 2005 listing.

That is all.

Big Ass Shoes.

So I think my goal with this blog is to have at least one post per month so that I have an archive listing with 12 months per year. Or something. I'm not really sure what my goal is with this blog yet.

I had to go to Cleveland last week for a last minute business trip. Another guy was supposed to go, but he came down with a nasty case of ghonesypheherpelaids. So I got to go.

On the return trip Friday afternoon, I was in the airport. Waiting to go through security and verify that my New Balance shoes were indeed just that and not a home made explosive.

Anywho, this woman, a tall black guy and I get to talking because the TSA morons are hassling these two mothers with 4 crazy kids. Apparently one of the mothers was going to set a car seat on the floor. She was reaching over one of those velvet rope things and this TSA woman starts screaming at her that she can't put it there and so she scoots it back under the rope all of 1 foot and the TSA woman is appeased. Just insanity. I'm not happy with the TSA right now, but that's another story.

Back to the point, we wait a few more minutes and the guy says, "I know I'm going to have to take off my shoes". I look down and he has monster feet. He continues, "I could hide a big ass weapon in these size 16s."

Funny.

Shoo.

So I was at Wendy's last night. Headed towards home to clean and prep the basement for the arrival of Awoods.
I'm at the counter waiting with Anne.
This guy in front of us orders gets his food and comes back for more stuff about 3 times before we are able to get our food. At one point, he comes back up because he ordered the wrong sandwich and he wanted them to give him a new one.

Anywho, the cashier lady had a look like she was just not having a good day. So I ask her if she's alright. . .and she says, "Shoo . . . a sista's feet are hurtin'."

Classic.

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