The Muppets Rock

This makes me so freaking happy.
During the rock crescendo, I instinctively began headbanging.

Happy Tuesday, everyone. Turn up your speakers, especially if you're in a cubicle.




Thanks to Jewels, who is definitely having a wonderful impact on her own little muppets.

(Sex) Changing the Baby

Some of you may have discovered these in your e-mail box, but, after getting into the intentionally wry (and humorous) debate over the Miley Cyrus picture flap on Chuck's blog, I felt the need to share:


You had a baby, but Daddy always wanted a little Jr. to whom he could teach the joys of sports and urinals? Or Mummy wanted a lace-covered lovely?


No longer a problem!






They even have a convenient payment plan, which helps ease the burden of all those necessary follow-up procedures, like little Timmy's breast implants at age thirteen.


With years of hormone injections and body-waxing ahead, a parent or guardian should do a lot of research on their child's primary health care provider(s).

Remember: Selecting a provider based solely on cost can have dire consequences. Your wallet may feel the pinch, but think of how much you'll save on therapy bills down the road....
















Umm... There's a reason to have the entire staff review the company logo before moving ahead with the sign order:

























Oh, well... Nothing says 'professional' like 500 business cards with sexually suggestive art.

At least you have something to toss in the 'win a free lunch' fishbowl at the Elephant Bar.


(Oh, Jewels... How you make the day brighter... Thanks for the chain mail.)

Counting F**ks

Another from Jewels:



I think my love of flamboyant Goth boys began with the count.

That's hot.
[Copyright; TM, R, Paris can lick my nugget, etc.]

Simple Joys

Encouraged by my September 2006 trip to Portland, I made another visit in January 2007.

While standing in the bar line at Hive, I began conversing with Eshin (those of you 'in the know' will understand the pseudonym). I thought he was a dear, so I willingly parted with my e-mail - the real address, not my "Well, you're SPAM" address.

Digital correspondence and blog-sharing have, delightfully, revealed harmonious demeanors and sense of humor.

I lifted this from Eshin's web journal, and I dedicate it to Jewels, with whom I have spent years watching Muppets and other television intended for children:




Thanks, you two, for giving me reasons to smile.
Yip Yip-ee-I yo mama!

What's in a Name?

For those of you checking in regularly, you'll notice the blog title has changed. It took me a while, but I finally decided on a direction for this little hobby: it's all about you.

I have been very fortunate to meet and befriend some of the best people out there, and I want you to enjoy their escapades and humor as much as I do. If you have a blog, website, or other digibit you want to share, please e-mail the info or post a comment (you can comment anonymously).

I can't promise I'll post it, or that I'll do so in a timely manner, but I'm sincerely interested... Unless it's Kev with his 10-gig collection of pasty-white middle-aged men in women's underwear. That's like being on the centrifugal ride at Six Flags: seemingly all fun and games until someone ralphs up a funnel cake.

This little tidbit comes from a fellow wine lover, Jewels of Rat's Ass, Missouri. Okay, you Missourians will probably recognize the nearest outpost to her home: Wentsville, west of St. Louis. (I just live to give you crap, baby doll):














Are these liquid existential epiphanies supposed to occur with lessening frequency as one ages?

Really?

Crap.

Ravedogg's words of wisdom for today:
Absinthe + rum-and-cokes = big trouble