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Our great dane ate a pint of butter last night.

If you don’t have Mike Doughty’s Smofe + Smang disc then you are really missing out. M. Doughty can really put on a show.

Here’s the Apple “Switch” commercial that ended up on the cutting room floor: http://www.fandango.net/switched.mov. Warning: it’s a Quicktime movie.

While I’m here I’ll also link the City Pages article called Talk Dirty to Me, things overheard at the STD clinic.

Did I tell you Court and I painted our bedroom red? Yeah. We did. It’s a little darker then the shade used on Computer Jargon. I’ve painted it 6 times now (2 primers, 4 coats of paint) and it’s not done yet. I learned the hard way that red is the hardest color to paint walls. Apparently a coworker of mine is doing a similar color. HIS Home Depot expert warned him. Mine didn’t. I’m ashamed of my representative.


Last weekend when we got back from a walk with the dogs through the woods/park Courtney discovered a quarter-sized hole on Syndey’s side. It was pretty damn disgusting. Syd didn’t seem to mind much but we took her to the hospital anyway. 2 stitches later she was good to go. Then on Monday she ran head-first, full-speed into our flag pole. I yelled, “If you’re hurt again, dog, that’s it! You’re gonna tough this one out! You only get one vet bill a week!” No, I didn’t really say that. But I wanted to.

Tonight I’m going to get a 1/4-sheet palm sander because Best Buy was out of my printer. I need sort of toy. I’m going nuts just paying bills.

I just got an email for a “Free Whore Coupon.” Hmm. I wonder how much money you can save with it? I love spam.

Joe tipped me off a while back about Mike Doughty releasing his live set from the Minneapolis show on disc. But I procrastinated. Then Aron started bragging….*cough*…raving about it so I decided I was finally ready to pick up the CD.

SOLD OUT. Yeah, f’n’ Mike Doughty. Sold out. No, not figuratively, literally. No CDs left. I gave it a big WTF?! and figured I’d have to bootleg it off someone. I’m not one to have much morals about booting music but when it’s an artist like Mike who is doing this stuff on his own without big record labels, well, I can’t steal from him, can I? It’s like robbing a five year old of his tooth fairy money. So I decided I would at least send Mike the money for bootin’ it. But it turns out he announced this morning, that due to high deman,d he was going to put in for another pressing of the disc. My prayers are answered. Someone likes me up there. And they’re whispering in my ear, “Don’t f- this one up, hotshot.” Yeah, that’s right, God calls me “hotshot.”