Some of you may have noticed that I haven't been blogging very often. I've gone from two or three entries a week, to once a week, to once every 10 to 14 days. What's going on? Am I depressed? Have I lost interest in life? Are cow udders just like those hippity-hop balls you used to bounce around on when you were naught but a wee lad until one day you ran into your younger sibling and knocked her off the porch and she cracked her head wide open on the brick sidewalk below and you got a stern talking to even though it was an accident and you now hate your younger sibling for bringing such mental anguish on you when you were only four-years-old even though your younger sibling is dead because her brains spilled out of her head and were then run over by a speeding car, only the bouncy ball is attached to the cow instead of bouncing freely like an uncaged bonobo? The answer to the middle two questions, is no. I'm just busy at work. I haven't had time to muse on important things in this world, like pizza and how big a cubit is.
Thumbsucker is good. Go and see it, motherfuckers.
'Skins rule! I can't remember the last time I was so excited about a sports related event as when I jumped up and down clapping my hands and then raising my arms in triumph after Santana Moss caught that second touchdown early Tuesday morning. The Tuna can go eat himself.