Check it out! It’s me and Orioles’ play-by-play guy, Jim Hunter!
FOOD UPDATE: Blueberry smoothie for breakfast. Turkey sandwich and mixed greens salad with fresh sliced avocado over the top for lunch. And for dinner I seasoned a salmon filet with the Napa Valley seafood seasoning that I bought at Copia. I served it over a bed of cannellini beans dressed with lemon juice, olive oil, salt, pepper and some fresh fennel fronds from the garden. Looked very impressive for being made up on the spot.
Saw Jamie Cullum at the 9:30 club in Washington DC last night.
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Why is shit such a bad word?
At some point, someone had to make a decision that, of all the millions of words in the English language, shit is one of about five that are inherently bad.
I finally finished doing my taxes last night. Had dreams of getting tons of cash and rolling around in it while cackling maniacally. But my accountant said he’s filing my taxes electronically. Rolling around on my laptop while cackling maniacally just doesn’t seem the same. Regardless, I should be getting back a decent refund check. In your face, Whitey!
Would you rather be able to run like a cheetah, but have an uncontrollable urge to chase cars
OR
Swim like a dolphin, but smell like a fish?
It’s easy to sit back on your laurels and watch the world go by.
But every once and awhile, something comes along that makes you stand up. Something that you want so badly, you can almost taste it.
These are the times that you have to take action. You have to look fate straight in the eye and say “I’m going out there and I’m not coming home until I’ve eaten a burrito.”
Natty noticed birds for the first time. I can say with some degree of certainty that I run no risk of being attacked by pigeons. (Blenders, on the other hand, I’m screwed.)
I’m sitting outside of Kiss Café and they’re playing an R&B song over the loudspeakers. The song has a nice slow beat and soft-spoken harmony. Throughout the song, the band members croon the following:
Been awhile since I’ve posted anything, so I figured I should put something up.
Natty met her sister, Maggie. Who looks exactly like Natty if she got caught in an oil spill. Maggie’s smaller, and her fur isn’t quite as thick, but their faces look almost identical. Don’t you think? Continue reading
Walk a mile in my underpants 