Let me preface this by saying that I love werewolf movies. Dopple-G hates them - they absolutely terrify him, and not in a good way. I freaking love them. I love werewolf mythology too. Canines are my favorite pet and wolves are by far my favorite wild animal. It's important that you know this background as it could color my review.

Let me also say that my very own chocolate lab just tried to kill me. I was walking to the computer to type this, beer in my hand. The evil creature intercepted me in the dining room, cutting directly across my path. I skillfully adjusted my beer to prevent foulage and stepped off to my right foot. Just past the point of no return the crafty beast turned in between my legs and to the right, neatly turning my ankle and sending me to the floor. I'm happy to report that I managed to throw my left knee out far enough that I could piston my beer hand and prevent bottle corruption and massive beer loss. Not that it matters a lot seeing as that particular carpet is getting cleaned tomorrow but it's the effort that counts.

And yes, my ankle hurts like a mother. It's important that you know this as it could color my review.

Dog Soldiers was a good movie. I mean good overall, not just as a horror movie. The acting was actually really good all around with the exception of that loser who played Captain Ryan the Special Forces jackass.

As far as horror movies go it was pretty standard. I didn't actually get scared at all during the movie but that's pretty much the way of things since Alfred Hitchcock died.

It did well for the spook-at-shadows afterward score. I thought it was going to be a non-register there as I'll normally get a crawly feeling while taking a piss with my back to the closed shower and I didn't get that at all from this movie. However, I just walked the dogs and when we got to the dark part of the street (my house is the ONLY house on my street with a street light) and Kota turned towards the woods and stopped dead and growled deep in her throat I nearly shit myself. Wait a second...lemme check here...yeah, that spooked the shit right out of me.

I recommend this movie for anybody who likes a "last man standing" pick-em-off-style movie, werewolves, general monster, armed conflict, small engagement army or general spooky popcorn movie.

My only major beef (excuse the pun - you'll see what I mean in a second) was a scene in the beginning of the film when the platoon of soldiers is at their campsite and a dead cow gets thrown on their campfire. They seem reassured and business as usual when they discover that the cow died of a natural attack (teeth and claws). Cows that die of natural causes do not generally launch themselves into your campfire. The entire troop should have freaked at this point because unless they missed a cherry picker or catapult in close proximity to the camp there's no realistic human way to hurl a cow into a campfire.

Except for that and the loser actor playing Cpt.Ryan a standard suspension of disbelief should pull you through this one.

Addendum. Sgt.Wells had all of the best lines in this movie and there were a bunch. Top three (all by Wells) were:

I am not breaking radio silence just cos' you lot got spooked by a dead flying fucking cow. (Part of the stupid cow scene described above.)

If we do happen to make contact, I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence from the lot of ya. (Gratuitous violence quotes are my favorite.)

We are now up against live, hostile targets. So, if Little Red Riding Hood should show up with a bazooka and a bad attitude, I expect you to chin the bitch. (I've always despised Little Red.)

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My apologies but this is only a 3 beer review. Hens' Night was late starting and the kids kept interrupting so I didn't get into a decent swilling tempo until the last half hour or so.

Hellboy is decent. It could have been much better. It could also have been much worse. Characterizations were pretty poor and they assumed the viewer knew a lot of backstory that wasn't presented. Unfortunately I don't know that backstory so the movie suffered.

That chick that made out with Buffy in that movie a few years ago about rich mean college students was looking pretty good. She kept speaking though and that's really not her forte. They teased hard on the nudity at the end but failed to deliver and that pissed me off a bit (yeah, like she'd really be wearing a tube top in winter in Moscow).

Overall I'd give it a go as a rental. It's a one-timer though, I wouldn't bother watching it again.

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Coming soon to a blog near you: Drunken Movie Critique

Tonight's selections include Hell Boy and Dog Soldiers. That's right Susie, I'm finally watching Dog Soldiers. Woof woof!

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A full bladder and the sound of running water.

Seriously though, an email saying just how great the last release of our software was and how a record low number of bugs have been reported in the field despite the fact that this release involved a monstrous rewrite of three critical program modules and how the 140 systems already purchased and installed make this the most successful incremental release in the history of the product.

That pisses me off. That makes me want to go up to the Pres and walk him through the base logic involved here and ask him just what the hell he was smoking when he decided to eliminate the Quality Assurance position for our product.

I can't do that though. His goons would pound me.

(Okay, he doesn't really have any goons. That I know of. I still can't do it though because I would not be able to hold my temper in and I've still got a paycheck here for the indeterminate future. Also, our Product Architect has already done that with the result that QA is being eliminated. If I tried it he'd probably figure it a good idea to whack all of Development.)

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Okay, it wasn't actually NPR that pissed me off. More precisely, this particular thing I'm about to relate to you wasn't NPR's fault, I just heard about it while listening to NPR. To set the matter perfectly straight, NPR generally pisses me off at a low grade level. I had a spike of pissedoffedness this morning whilst driving to work with NPR on and yes it was on NPR but it wasn't a part of NPR's programming. Okay, it was sort of part of their programming in the sense that anything you hear broadcast by NPR is part of their programming. This was an announcement, not a newsie bit. So there it is - an announcement (actually two) that I heard on NPR really pissed me off today. What were they? Well let me tell you.

Before and after program segments (that's actual "shows" I mean; as noted above anything they broadcast is technically part of their programming) this advertisement free station has advertising. They read off the name of the segment's sponsor or a general sponsor and give a quick blurb. As advertising goes it's pretty low key stuff but it pisses me off that they claim to be advertisement free while doing ads every 10 minutes just like everybody else.

Anyway, two sponsors that were plugged are what has me really pissed off. The first was the Department of Housing and Urban Development. HUD sponsors National Public Radio. What the fuck does NPR have to do with Housing and Urban Development? HUD is completely funded by our taxes and their only responsibility is to put roofs over people's heads. What the fuck is HUD doing giving money to private interests? That was MY MONEY! If I want to contribute to NPR then that's my business. It is not the business of a dedicated government department to take my money and give it to NPR.

The second was the Gwinnett County School System. WHAT?!? The Gwinnett County school system submits a budget to the county. The county looks it over, axes some books and classes and teachers and then hands a pile of money (including mine) to the school system. The school system then gives away a chunk of it to National Public Radio.

That goes beyond pissing me off. The County and the School System never EVER stop crying about budget constraints and lack of funding and they are giving money away to a radio station. School programs get cut, teachers have to buy their own damned markers and kids spend their days in butler buildings instead of actual classrooms and they are giving the fucking money away!

Where's my damned copy of Robert's Rules? I need to brush up for the next school board meeting. Any locals might want to keep an eye on the Gwinnett blotter 'cause this is going to get ugly.

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From Helen comes a delightfully British item about the Doody family. Seems they've just been named The Faggot Family of Britain.

A West Midlands family is playing a central role in the quest to raise the profile of ... faggots.

The Doody family from Wolverhampton has been crowned The Faggot Family in a national competition, and to kick off their reign they will launch National Faggot Week.

"...all too often the faggot is left off [the national] list," said Janet Doody.

Her husband Fred added: "It's unfair because faggots were British ... long before any of the others.

"The great British faggot is full of flavour and a great belly warmer at this time of year."

Some little known facts:

1. Faggots were called "savoury ducks" in the Middle Ages


2. Faggots were named after the Latin word for bundle


3. Fans have published the Good Faggot Guide

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Well it wasn't a lamb, or even the traditional donkey. The piñata (notice the squiggly line over the 'n' there - am I good or what?) at the party on Saturday was a watermelon; sort of a meloñata. It wasn't just any watermelon either. It was a gargantuan watermelon filled to the brim with useless plastic trinkits, geejaws, whatsits and enough concentrated sugar treats to choke Oprah.

The cheap cardboard blindfold that came with the meloñata failed early. The other parents there had a problem with using Lovely Wife's leather blindfold (comes with matching ball gag) so we just had the kids close their eyes. more...

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My job won't be ending at the end of the month. It will be ending...um...sometime else.

My neighbor in the MegaCube is the product architect for the software I work on. He's also the defacto head of our half of Development since we are still without a vice president on our side of the building*. He has been procrastinating a bit with submitting my termination paperwork. Well I guess you could say he's been procrastinating a lot with handing that paperwork in seeing as he's had it for the better part of two months. Seems he had a plan in case I didn't find another job in time.

At an offsite managers' meeting yesterday he requested and received an extension for my position. I'll have a job until they actually hire a new programmer. As there is no serious contender in the pipeline at the moment I've got at least a couple of weeks of continued employment.

Today's party will be much more festive now.

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The big guy is 5 today!

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1 Happy Birthday Bear!!!! What an absolute doll....does he look like your wife? Just kiddin there blogdaddy!

Posted by: Tiffani at July 23, 2004 09:56 AM (xpNFK)

2 Lucky for him, he does!

Posted by: Jim at July 23, 2004 11:01 AM (behRF)

3 Happy Birthday Bear! Until 120 years all in good health of body, mind, heart and soul. Hope you got some good presents!

Posted by: Rachel Ann at July 23, 2004 11:21 AM (MKgAo)

4 Happy birthday to your little Bear-or Bjorn, as we'd call him

Posted by: Helen at July 23, 2004 11:54 AM (k78uM)

5 Happy birthday! I wish you much cake and ice cream!

Posted by: Random Penseur at July 23, 2004 11:57 AM (LlPKh)

6 [leaves extra large chocolate chip cookie that says "Happy Birthday" on it]

Posted by: Harvey at July 23, 2004 01:23 PM (tJfh1)

7 With apologies for the lateness, Happy Birthday, Bear!

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We actually do have pictures of it, too. Lovely Wife took a bunch a few weeks ago. Only problem is they are just after we moved in and stuff is everywhere. Due to some problems (Dell sucks) with Lovely Wife's laptop (hard drive crapping out after less than a year) I've been using the old monster desktop PC (it works just like a regular computer, only slower). This has the side benefit of being the computer that's attached to the base unit of the digital camera. The one-touch Kodak digital camera. I was out of excuses to procrastinate about taking pictures.

I took a bunch last night but they're not ready to post yet. I am not what you would call a professional grade (or really even 'acceptable' grade) photographer so most of these need some digital assistance before they'll be usable. Little things like compensating for Jim forgetting to turn on any lights and things like that. I actually don't have time to do that at the moment as I'm trying to get enough work accomplished to take tomorrow off.

In the meantime I threw together a quick diagram showing our house's layout. You can't see where we live yet but now you can at least imagine it. more...

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1 Looks very nice. Where's the moat? Every castle needs a moat.

Posted by: Random Penseur at July 22, 2004 11:51 AM (LlPKh)

2 Psst-what numbers coincide with what bullets? Remember, your blogging stalkers need to look in the windows to witness the wily schemes. And laugh. And hold up score cards. And high-five each other.

Posted by: Helen at July 22, 2004 11:52 AM (pS7+B)

3 We have ferocious guard beasts instead of a moat. It was the same insurance break for either one and it's easier to feed a beast than maintain a moat. I fixed the number/bullet thingy. Stalk to your heart's content!

Posted by: Jim at July 22, 2004 11:59 AM (IOwam)

4 By the way, I came back to thank you. I just found myself silently singing to myself, "with two cats in the yard, life used to be so hard", etc. and it took a minute before I recalled why I was singing this. Good use of stealth earworm.

Posted by: Random Penseur at July 22, 2004 12:03 PM (LlPKh)

5 I've gotten much subtler than I used to be.

Posted by: Jim at July 22, 2004 12:48 PM (IOwam)

6 ack!earworm

Posted by: pylorns at July 22, 2004 12:56 PM (FTYER)

7 I followed the link and I take your point. Of course, now I have that song to contend with as well.

Posted by: Random Penseur at July 22, 2004 01:51 PM (LlPKh)

8 Screw you J-Snooze! Do you have any clue how embarrassing it is to walk around my co-workers singing "Our house is a very very very fine house" without even knowing it like a total DORK? PS: I think they already know I'm a dork.

Posted by: DeAnna at July 22, 2004 04:45 PM (IdVP4)

9 i won't be a jerk and ask how Bear gets into his room. Cool house, there Jim.

Posted by: tommy at July 22, 2004 05:32 PM (lhS2m)

10 Wow, is it to perfect scale? > I wonder if anyone I know uses their carport/garage for it's intended purpose. Ours is a piano storage room: very chic.

Posted by: Tiffany at July 22, 2004 05:49 PM (5Tm0V)

11 I am the king of the earworms. Hehe. Tommy - That's easy. I didn't mark where the windows are. Either that or we've discovered why I'm not a civil engineer. Tiffany - Yup, perfect scale. Only the proportion is different. ;-)

Posted by: Jim at July 22, 2004 05:53 PM (behRF)

12 Sitting in the sun room I see I should have made the sun room about a half again bigger. Also there's a door from the sun room to the deck (also missing). All those years with graph paper and lead skeletons have availed me naught.

Posted by: Jim at July 22, 2004 05:56 PM (behRF)

13 I'm totally doing a Sim house based on this. Niiiice! Oh, and the earworm link?--My boyfriend spent most of his youth thinking the song was called Secret Asian Man. He can't have been the only one. No, then again, maybe he could have.

Posted by: ilyka at July 22, 2004 07:15 PM (NJvzi)

14 Wait, it's not Secret Asian Man? My world is collapsing.

Posted by: tommy at July 22, 2004 10:15 PM (lhS2m)

15 Northerners actually use their garages to house their cars--odd, I know, but occasionally in winter it comes in handy to not have to chip off six inches of ice from the windshield before leaving for work...

Posted by: Susie at July 23, 2004 01:50 AM (11RPa)

16 Ironically, I never had a working garage while living in Buffalo. Only in Georgia where there's no realistic need for one have I been able to avail myself of the utility and here I don't use it.

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... True, and they have many other fine qualities as well."

Due to some problems with Lovely Wife's laptop I've been to sleep a bit late the past couple of nights. This morning I woke with that pain in the head that clearly stated "You have not slept long enough, go back to bed", which I of course ignored seeing as this is a workday.

I was stumbling about through a mockery of my morning routine when I spied Henk, our sexy main cat.

Do you see how cruelly he teases me? Now that is a professional. (click for mondo size)

POINTS: Caption this picture. The best three captioners will get points (5, 3 & 1 respectively). Contest runs to some time on Friday.

MORE POINTS: 6 points to the first person who correctly attributes the post title without searching.

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Damn, do I smell good today. I'm not talking just a little good. I mean I smell freaking good. I am seriously afraid to go near any of my female coworkers for fear that they might not be able to control their baser instincts and I can't afford any more torn clothing.

Yeah, that's how good I smell.

I think a little background is in order. Two things I'll never compromise on are toilet paper and my bath bar. I want a TP that is strong and soft and can quickly and efficiently scrape the shit from by butt crack but do it with the softness of a newly slaughtered baby bunny rabbit. My bath bar must leave my skin in a non-dry state and have me not smelling like a flower or a chemical. more...

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1 my fair lady?

Posted by: Tiffani at July 20, 2004 10:44 AM (xpNFK)

2 Nope, but you're on the right track. It was a musical.

Posted by: Jim at July 20, 2004 10:52 AM (IOwam)

3 I feel pretty, oh so pretty. westside story

Posted by: shank at July 20, 2004 10:59 AM (+4mO/)

4 additionally, you're kind of homo-esque with the whole using the poof, conditioner, and high-end bath products in general. Call me a crusty man's man, but whatever happened to guys being okay with being guys. I blame the Fab Five and the metrosexual fad for making dudes feel like they gotta smell like chicks.

Posted by: shank at July 20, 2004 11:04 AM (+4mO/)

5 damn...damn...damn...

Posted by: Tiffani at July 20, 2004 11:07 AM (xpNFK)

6 Man, what an endorsement. Thank you. And also, you're very much welcome. It's a hobby that's slowly morphed into something much bigger than I imagined. Now that it's caressing the ass cracks of my favorite people, I am all the more satisfied. Enjoy.

Posted by: Anna at July 20, 2004 11:24 AM (gBpFI)

7 I RAN here as fast as my keyboard would carry me but dammit...I'm late! I would have gotten it right because I am the show tune queen, baby!

Posted by: DeAnna at July 20, 2004 11:42 AM (IdVP4)

8 Oh and I am so totally going to buy some of that soap. The next best thing to having J-Snooze is making my own man smell like him!

Posted by: DeAnna at July 20, 2004 11:45 AM (IdVP4)

9 I love West Side Story. First performed, by the way, at Brandeis University in Waltham, MA when Leonard Bernstein was head of the music department there. My wife works in the field of personal care products. I can relate, even if I don't partake myself.

Posted by: Random Penseur at July 20, 2004 12:06 PM (LlPKh)

10 Shank - Correct! 2 points to you. But hold on one second...you got the musical trivia right and I'm homoesque for using something that a gorgeous California blond sent me? Hmmm...

Posted by: Jim at July 20, 2004 12:38 PM (IOwam)

11 hey, in my defense: The only reason I know that song is because my roommate has 'Anger Management' on DVD. I watched it this weekend , and there's a few scenes where Adam Sandler and Jack Nicholson sing that very same song to help calm themselves down. "...I feel pretty...Oh so pretty. I feel pretty and witty and briiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight..." I'm not even sure if that's how it goes. See the movie, it's funny. At least I don't use a poof. right?

Posted by: shank at July 20, 2004 12:59 PM (+4mO/)

12 Hey, it's not like I'm using a louffa or something like that. I would have used a washcloth but I don't know that we even have any.

Posted by: Jim at July 20, 2004 01:15 PM (IOwam)

13 Trust me Jim...you do own wash cloths. Ask your wife!

Posted by: DeAnna at July 20, 2004 01:24 PM (IdVP4)

14 Opium for Men? They make a soap that smells like that? And it . . . works? Ooh, guess what I'm placing an order for. I've been trying to get him to give up Irish Spring for ages anyhow. What was the favorite cologne they don't make anymore? I found a place on the 'net that still (well, as of a year ago) sells one of mine that no one else seems to carry anymore, so you do a little hunting, you never know what you'll turn up. As for this: you're kind of homo-esque with the whole using the poof, conditioner, and high-end bath products in general I'm sure Jim will remember that while the women in his office are ripping his clothes off and his Lovely Wife is totally going kung fu on 'em for doing so, dude.

Posted by: ilyka at July 20, 2004 03:05 PM (LWLzC)

15 Yup, Anna's got Opium for Men and Obsession for Women. Gotta get Lovely Wife some of that. Rowr! The favorite cologne I was talking about is Lagerfeld. The only Lagerfeld I've found in the past 3 years is the deodorant.

Posted by: Jim at July 20, 2004 03:18 PM (IOwam)

16 My soap suggestion - Tea Tree Soap by Paul Mitchell. Also see: Shampoo and Conditional Link Below: http://www.paulmitchell.com/site/subpage.asp?section=2,10

Posted by: pylorns at July 20, 2004 03:23 PM (FTYER)

17 Oh. By the way. I'm nominating Jim for Metrosexual Man of the Year.

Posted by: pylorns at July 20, 2004 03:24 PM (FTYER)

18 Can't do it, Pylorns. I can't buy anything that's hawked at SuperCuts. It goes against my natural resistance to faux trendy. "Metrosexual Man of the Year"? Because of the soap or the soft toilet paper? In either case I shall have to write more about my buttcrack to compensate.

Posted by: Jim at July 20, 2004 03:26 PM (IOwam)

19 Lagerfield? I make it. Hugo Boss? I make it. Just about any designer fragrance I can turn into soap. And it will be alcohol free. Did someone even seriously recommend Paul Mitchell in this thread? Paul Mitchell contains Sodium Laureth Sulfate as does most all commercial soaps and shampoos. It's detergent. It's garbage. It's drying and harsh. Look in your bathroom cabinets. It's everywhere. http://www.safe2use.com/data/sls-sles.htm But don't take one report's word. Throw that chemical into a Yahoo! search and see what you find. shudder

Posted by: Anna at July 20, 2004 08:29 PM (gBpFI)

20 Thanks for the tip on Creekside - that's why I frequent this blog... lots of good stuff to check out

Posted by: moodie at July 20, 2004 11:18 PM (2XPvV)

21 I cannot be reading about your buttcrack and toilet paper habbits over my lunch hour. That's now one wasted sandwich and an image I can never get rid of...my eyeballs are still burning. Does Anna make anything for that?

Posted by: Simon at July 21, 2004 04:27 AM (UKqGy)

22 Um...she does make soothing lotions. Would that help?

Posted by: Jim at July 21, 2004 05:38 AM (behRF)

23 Hey, Shank. . Jim's a MANLY MAN. And you know what else? Men who SMELL GOOD GET LAID. Just sayin'. As for the title -- um. . .I hate to be difficult but isn't that from "Pygmalion/My Fair Lady?" I distinctly remember Audrey Hepburn singing that song. And I love Audrey. I'm going now. . . Love, Em

Posted by: Emma at July 21, 2004 02:26 PM (NOZuy)

24 Sorry, Em. It was definitely Westside Story. Perhaps you're transposing Natalie Wood and Audrey Hepburn?

Posted by: Jim at July 21, 2004 03:17 PM (IOwam)

25 You're right. *sigh* Not even the same category of woman, but I must have confused the two. Ah well. As for the rest of my comment: it stands. Lagerfeld. Mmm. Nice memories attached to that scent. (heh)

Posted by: Emma at July 21, 2004 10:33 PM (NOZuy)

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Next Saturday (the 24th) we're having a housewarming party. We'll have the grill going with burgers and dogs at 2:00. We're asking people to bring a side item with them (side dish, snack, soda, beer, etc).

Kids are very welcome. It's doubling as Bear's 5th birthday party so there will be games and a wading pool, sprinkler and fun stuff like that.

Please let me know by next Wednesday or so if you're coming and how many people you're bringing so I'll have an idea of how much beef and bun to get. (Yes my vegetarian friends, I'm planning on getting veggie meats too. Just let me know how hungry you'll be for soyburgers and/or fauxages.)

An RSVP also gets you directions to the lovely party location in Lawrenceville, GA.

We sure hope y'all can make it!

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Well it wasn't a twister but there was a twister warning. We spent a couple of hours in the hallway Wednesday evening because there was a tornado warning in our area. That's the only area of the house without at least one window.

We locked the doors so little fingers wouldn't "accidentally" open them, gathered pillows and a couple toys and had ourselves a little floor party. I made sure the boys didn't get concerned while Lovely Wife watched the newscast.

Some funnels were seen in neighboring counties but nothing near us. Still, it was good to go through a practice run. It made Lovely Wife fell better to do it and it was a learning experience for the boys. Plus it would seriously have sucked if a twister did hit and we had ignored the warning.

Some thoughts on our (not) nearly death defying encounter with a (non-existent) twister:

• It's really weird when the Doppler radar shows the darkest red evil violence right over your house and you look outside where it is as calm as a graveyard.


• Explaining a tornado to kids aged 2, 3, and 4 is not easy.


• Explaining a tornado warning is even harder.


• The hallway gets hot really quickly when all of us are in it.


• I left the scotch on top of the fridge. What was I thinking?


• It really sucks that our wireless isn't working yet. Damn you Comcast!


• It's odd what can lead to rekindling your love of Legos.


• No matter how big she is a chocolate lab will still get underneath the bed when she needs to.

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I can't get the dead horse off of me until the alarm goes off again.
Our bedroom is really dark this early.
Ouch. The laundry basket could have been in a better place.
I wish the fan didn't come on with the bathroom light.
Damn, that fan is loud.
Look at the time. I hit the snooze three times. That can't be good.
Where the hell are the dog collars? Sorry bud, you'll have to wait for Momma.
That's not enough returns on my job searches.
My resume is smoking, my cover letter is professional. What's the problem?
Fuck professional. New cover letter today.
Need to get some more points out before my blogiversary.
Coffee.

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What's the most Atkins friendly food out there? Why, meat of course! How can we cut the nasty carbs from our favorite frozen treat? The Japanese have found the secret. Instead of high sugar items like fruit or chocolate, use ground up animals!

Two great tastes that taste great together. Raw horse and vanilla. Mmmmmm. Or maybe some oyster ice cream? Talk about intersting consistency - you can't get much more unique than a frozen oyster.

Thanks, Trey! I almost vomited!

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