Bizzzzzzzaughs

I just saw some for the first time this morning. I shit you not. I giggled the whole way to the plant. Like a girl.

Chicken Con Broccoli Sans Chicken

Hey Mark,
can I get the recipe for that?

My head hurts. I hate work.

I found a 90's lyrics test at artofthemix today, that's cool.

I heard this song on Saturday that I haven't heard in at least 8-12 years! I loved that song. Turns out it is called "She don't use Jelly" and is a Flaming Lips song. It really took me back to the early 90's and The End. (which is an ironic name as it was the last good Cleveland station).

So 92.3 changed their format recently to be alternative with a heavy mix of early 90's that I love, but sadly I just learned that Opey and Anthony (aka Jackass and Dumbfuck) will be syndicated from 3-6 on K-Rock! Shit, no more 90's music for Mary...

Vile Utah

...Yep

Vile Walmart

Why oh why do they use those vile bag carosels?

I bought lots of stuff (as I always do at Walmart). Got home only to find I was missing almost 1/2 my shit!

10-min drive = what $3? $5?? I mean it must be about 11 miles round trip (easily).

And the irony is that while I was preparing to leave the checkout, I asked the middle aged, non-gender-specific cashier "Have I got everything? Just these two bags?" to which 'she' replied, "Yes". WTF, do I have to stop everything and do inventory before proceeding to my car?

I know I probably should have noticed, but I was shopping with both the kids. Made a second trip to Walmart about 7 hours later, bitched them out, got my stuff. Oh well. I'll be more careful in the future.

Pre-Scratch Cactus

This is what Vile looked like on that Fateful day back in 1999 when I put his fate in the hands of the incompetent Scratch.

The VILE wEeD!!!!!

The Vile Weed


Pieces of the Vile Weed which are now in a soup bowl.

I am writing w/o first reading the post by my blog-mate or coblogger or whatever he is. There is a vile weed in the office. It used to be a Christmas Cactus, but now it is 7 mostly dehydrated 'leaves' sticking out of some dirt, that has some dead leaves lying about.
This lovely botanical delight was gifted to me by Jorg, a customer who lived in this area for a one year assingment and used to hang out with us at the bar, or go ice skating. He didn't want it to die, but couldn't take it back to Switzerland, so he asked me to care for it.
I didn't do a very good job, so finally Luke asked (or maybe I asked him) if he could take it and nurse it back to health.
Luke and I are now battling over my resonsibilities to the vile weed while he is out of town on business. If you saw it, you'd know that nobody cares about the weed. The watering can I used to Water VW after much debate with blogmate Scratch. I know the magical properties and carbonated yumminess will do the trick!