Things of note

Maizzy sent me this link via a comment, and I absolutely thought it was hilarious. For the record, yours truly answered no to every question. I wonder if I can use that next time I'm trying to get a date.....maybe I can post it on my match.com profile. "Hey look! I'm not a complete jerk!"

Yea, that'll work....

When you follow the link to Witt and Wisdom, click on the link to Julia's website for an absolutely hilarious eight-minute dating tale. I've been down that road all too many times, except that they didn't end after eight minutes.....

Pictures

I've reposted the photo link above, for all you who haven't seen them (including some photos of me, for those 3 people who are dying to know what I look like). I've got some from England and Ireland, some from Paris, and some from Interlaken. More to come, perhaps this weekend. Depends on how motivated I am to do homework. Right now, things look good for the photos, since it's already 11 o'clock, and I haven't done a whit of homework yet. I really need to get motivated....but right now, I'm still in a funk.

Signed the lease for the new apartment on Wednesday. Move in begins October 3rd. I have to be out of here by the 5th. While I'm looking forward to the change in scenery (and the easier commute - I hope), I'm not looking forward to packing. And somehow, the 'rents are insisting I should get movers. Not that I'm excited about that, mind you, but last time I tried the "use the friends and pay them with beer" method, only one showed up - the guy I lived with, who was motivated to move me out so his bitch girlfriend could move in with him. They're now married, which is fine, since years of friendship was forgotten the first night she slept with him. I need that kind of amnesia....

I need to find someplace to put the motorcycle, since I won't have a garage at the new place.

Today is September 5th. 23 days to go before my birthday. Don't delay - start your shopping now, so you'll be able to ship it to me in time!

One month, five days before high school reunion day. Still no date on the horizon. Must remember to send in check soon - guess it'll be for one.......oh well.....

Hmmm....I'm hungry. I think I'll have breakfast. In the meantime, check out these nice folks who've been kind enough to link me.

God Put A Smile Upon Your Face

Where do we go, nobody knows
I've got to say I'm on my way down
God give me style and give me grace
God put a smile upon my face

Where do we go to draw the line
I've got to say I wasted all your time
Oh honey honey
Where do I go to fall from grace
God put a smile upon your face yeah

And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you
Yeah, when you work it out I wanted to
And ah, when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine

Where do we go, nobody knows
Don't ever say you're on your way down when
God gave you style and gave you grace,
And put a smile upon your face oh yeah

And ah, when you work it out I'm worse than you
Yeah, when you work it out I want it to
And ah, when you work out where to draw the line
Your guess is as good as mine.

It's as good as mine, It's as good as mine
It's as good as mine

As good as mine, as good as mine,
As good as mine, as good as mine

Where do we go, nobody knows
Don't ever say you're on your way down when
God gave you style and gave you grace
And put a smile upon your face


Today's headlines....


(from MSN.com)

Can Kobe buy his way out? Why not? Plenty of other rich people have. Why not Kobe? Rare is the wealthy person who gets tried and convicted. Even then, they have to have a certain amount of hubris before juries get fed up enough to toss them in jail (see Helmsly, Leona). There once was a 3L at Loyola who worked at the Cook County State's Attorney office. According to him, the only offenders who had a chance of not going to jail were those who hired private attorneys. And since Kobe has more money than you and I and five other people combined will ever see, he should be able to hire the best attorneys available (as it seems he has) and get out of any real punishment (provided, of course, he's guilty).

Lance Armstrong, wife splitting up. You're just hearing about this? It was the topic of discussion in Paris, when I saw the Tour de France. Guess only having one nut didn't stop Lance's wandering eye. Too bad. They made a cute couple. So what celebrity do you think Lance will be seen with now? The irony is that they announced the pending divorce on the same day that the House congratulated him on his win. Too funny.

Can a Chicago team win the World Series? Why don't we just wait and see if we get there first, shall we? Too many years of flops to start counting chickens now.

Other news....

Maizzy will be happy to know I've pitched the salad. And she's welcome to come over and help decorate the apartment anytime (you too, Joanie!). In return, I'll take you to Wrigley Field, four blocks from my apartment. No guarantee on baseball, though.

I also signed the lease on the apartment last night, capping a very tumultuous week. Things on the deceased uncle front have only gotten juicier. Seems we have some underhanded stuff going on. More to come....

And I should be posting more photos soon. Really. I mean it....

That's it for now....more later, when I don't feel guilty about not doing homework..