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Well, The Stranger did have a very funny line this week. Talking about the paper receiving an award from The Utne Reader:

"Our entire staff had to rush out, get tanked, and suck off a hobo just to keep our low self-esteem in balance!"

As always, I recommend it.

And yes, there are some problems in the archives. For some reason I can't add new files - I can only change the ones that exist. Trish is on the case; all that technical stuff makes my pretty little head hurt.

Journal Roulette

Boring - This may belong to that guy who went to work and shot his coworkers last month. This entry is especially creepy, for some reason.

Siobhanorama!

Siobhan could be back at any moment. No doubt Giuliani has ordered the ticker-tape saved up all during the holidays for her triumphant return.

The Coworkers
Ain't Cool Dep't.

One of the coworkers looked at my Taco Bell Lunchable like I was about to sit down for a tasty meal of cat poop. I wanted to slap the stupid porno moustache right off his face.

I needed an oil change, so I went to this combination oil change/car wash the other day to get it done. To be sure, my car was filthy. But I didn't feel like spending the time or money on a carwash.

Turns out, though, that if you get an oil change the car wash is free! I think that's a fine way to do things.

And no cheap robo-wash, either. This is one of those where they vacuum good, then send it through the assembly line things and then clean your glass and everything at the end. All free! My car hasn't been that clean in months! It is very shiny now. I'm pleased.

I'm afraid this entry is going to be a bit random. Nothing truly interesting has happened. I have no amusing anecdotes about daily life. This is, I'm sorry to say, filler. But high-quality filler, I hope.

They're having a pep rally for the Saints tomorrow at noon in the Superdome. As inconvenient as that is for me they might as well have it at 2:00 a.m. in the Bahamas. That's okay, though. The team itself will already be gone by that time.

I like the Saints chances against Minnesota, especially if the Vikings haven't figured out what was the matter with them during their last three games. It's hard to imagine: the Saints in the NFC championship. It's like some weird alternate universe.

I heard Ricky Martin's latest song on the radio this morning; it's all about "she bangs and she bangs" and how the girls just won't leave poor Ricky alone. I think he protests a little too much. Him and DMX need to come on out of the closet and be done with it. Nothing to be ashamed of, guys. We all know you play for the other team.

I had to get chicken meal and rice dog food for Roxy today instead of the lamb meal and rice dog food I usually get for her - they were out of her regular brand. I don't doubt she'll like it. I just hope she doesn't go off like a dogshit cannon and hose down the house because I changed her dog food. It's the same brand though, so I'm hoping for the best.

I got a Lunchable for lunch today. With it, you could make three tiny Taco Bell tacos. It was very good.

The things they can do with modern technology, huh?

I was also listening to a Cajun station this morning - they were playing Cajun music, anyway. So, with my limited French I was trying to translate the song into English and sing it in real time. The results were something like this:

"Mrs. Melancon...daughter...give me...window...house...every night...please...."

It was beautiful.

The Wife and I are a string of illnesses and injuries. After I finally recover from my bout with dysentery Sonya seems to be coming down with a chest cold and I have a muscle spasm, right where my left shoulder meets my neck. Historically, this area gives me a lot of problems.

I'm going to get Sonya to rub on it this evening, and I'll have a few glasses of wine, too. The doctor would prescribe muscle relaxers and a massage, wouldn't he? This is the home grown version of that.

Harold Reads 100 Years of Solitude

The Aurelianos and Arcadios squared off against each other. It was close until the fourth quarter, when the Arcadios recovered an Aureliano fumble and scored the only touchdown of the game. The Arcadios are the new national champions!

Oh, wait. That wasn't 100 Years of Solitude. That was the Orange Bowl. My bad.