Stupid Facebook!

"Here is what your friends think about...

... your strengths:

most organized
nicest
most punctual

... your weaknesses:

most athletic
most outgoing."

I could make a good counter-argument for every one of these.

Recipe for success

One quart of French press coffee, then later one or two double con pannas, sudafed, B-complex vitamins, Coke Zero.

For some reason, I'm having trouble sleeping at night.

EDIT: I am kidding. It's one mug in the morning, regular drip coffee, one con panna at lunch time, possibly a Coke, but more likely plain old water. The vitamins, yes. Sudafed sometimes, if I have a stuffy nose. And mints. Lots of mints.

Crank it up, little man

Me: [handing iPod to Gabe] Put on some tunes, man!
Gabe: [groans] Stop trying to sound cool.
Me: I was cool before you were born!
Gabe: Yeah. Back in the 80s. You were.
(insert sad face emoticon)

It's Time!

Around the house, if someone doesn't get enough "pleasure time" (as Gabe calls it) there is often much weeping and gnashing of teeth. "Pleasure time" is defined as "spending as much time as possible looking at YouTube clips and RSS feeds and such." It's important to get as much as possible, apparently.

Matty made this lolcat.



It is, however, not important, nor is it ever necessary, to shove a suction cup arrow into your little brother's mouth. No pleasure time for you today, Mr Gabe!

Happy Talk

Sam (8): Where the hell are my Pokemon cards?
Me (30+): Sam! Just because you saw South Pacific doesn't mean you can talk like that!

Bubbles and Boards

Please excuse me while I go brush my teeth.
Be right back!

Monkey!

Gabe's Photoshop skillz. In addition to this cool trick he also says "Yo" a lot. Kids! And their crazy lingo!

Good for the Soul

Confession: I ate an entire bag of Haribo raspberries a few days ago.

Old MacDonald, Take 25!

Here's proof!
I told you people that it was true. On the set for Sesame Street, August 1977. Roehrich Farms, Hackettstown, NJ. My sister and I got paid either $20 or $25 dollars, I can't remember.

That's What You Get

Yes, my toe is broken.
Which is, I guess, what happens when you slam it into a large, heavy, metal object (not on purpose). It's purple, puffy, tingly, painful, but, thankfully, still attached. It's been months and months since my last nasty injury, so I guess I shouldn't feel too bad. I'll tape it to its next-door toe and wear comfy shoes and go on with life.

With lots of ibuprofen.

Asus2 me, baby

Where should I put three electric guitars, one bass, three acoustics, a MIDI keyboard, two amps and a buncha stands?
In my new room, of course.

Now That's What I Call Democracy!

Stupid differing primary election laws between different states! Stupid board of elections clerks who don't do what they're supposed to do!

Relax, I tell myself, it's not November yet.

My Name is Sam

I am unique because I have a plain shirt.

There's too much love to go around these days

Gabe: [announces with obvious pride] I scam my dad out of money several times a year.
Dad [thinks to himself]: Several times a day.

Also, Happy Back to Work Day, Laura!