IT'S ABOUT THAT TIME

Tonight I board a plane for the mist-shrouded ancestral homelands of the East Coast. Everybody be excellent to each other, and remember the true reason for the season. I'll be back before you know it.

YEAR IN REVIEW: ONE SENTENCE

Let's do this.

This occurred to me yesterday as I was commenting on someone else's blog: 2007 was the kind of year that I would've had a really hard time believing if I hadn't been there myself. I realize that sounds either vainglorious or obnoxiously coy, but it is what it is. Trying to recount the whole thing would be exhausting and really only meaningful to me. I know this is my blog and all, but even I have limits!

AS PROMISED

Just in time for Xmas, it's a Dogblog update. Except there's no way to giftwrap it. Or give it to someone as a present, actually. But ... but isn't reading itself a gift you give yourself every day? Isn't it?

WHY THE HELL NOT

LIFE AND HOW TO LIVE IT

People, I forgot to update the Dogblog last month and I'm sorry. This month's will either be a double-sized update, or I'll just do two. There's been a lot of life lately. It's been happening.

QUOTE OF THE WEEKEND

Offered without context:

"Chris Crocker is basically the closest thing we have to a real-life Joker."

MISTAKES WERE MADE

I think I know why they can pineapple. The reason is that frozen pineapple is not as good. By which I mean it tastes kind of ... off. Something in the freezing process destroys part of pineapple's essence. There must be some molecule that changes its configuration, or maybe it's ice crystals lacerating cell walls and making certain chemicals mix that should never become friends. I don't know! I'm not a scientist. I just realize that I had an idea that wasn't so hot.

AT THIS POINT, NOT SURPRISING

First off, thanks to everyone who wished me a happy birthday here, or over email, or over various social networking sites, or through neuro-viral "sim mesh" hypno-messages delivered by blinktime nanocourier from deep space. It was appreciated!

Today on the way to work I saw some posters indicating that Tupac is coming out with some new material. Good for him. When I'm dead, I hope I'm even half as busy as that guy.

THE RUMORS ARE TRUE

It's my birthday today; this fact is directly responsible for literally everything good that's happened to you starting this morning at 12:01AM Pacific Standard. This reason will cease to apply once midnight rolls around tonight, though, so I need to bask in all the glory I can.