Rants and Revelations
Everything I used to bore people on newsgroups and mailing lists with, now in one inconvenient place.
…increased your need for sunscreen?
Joined the WWF?
The wrestlers that is, not the conservationists 🙂
What? Why? How? WHY?
Can I call you Cueball now? Or Q-ball, for that extra geek feel?
Does Mom know?
She does now.
I think it gives you a certain je ne sais quoi.
Forgotten to flat-roll your cable?
Left your shoes in front of the door in the dining room?
Pinted your office walls a lovely dove gray?
Chosen a good low-carb snack (nuts)?
Selected a flattering dark blue t-shirt to wear this morning in hopes it would distract us from your lack of pants?
I can tell you what you’ve done. You have added about 120 square inches and 20 minutes of shaving to every day you want to go out and look good.
But it does look good. Anything that gets Vicki speaking French is a good thing.
You have successfuly aped Jason.
I wasn’t aware that was a priority for you, but well done.
I sense something; a presence I’ve not felt since…
Dude, buy a Harley. Oh, and leather, lots of leather. And make an appointment at your local tatoo parlor.
Made yourself easier to find in a crowd? 🙂
I’ve just spent a half-hour searching for a head tattoo I saw ages ago of koi in water. Beautiful ink-work. Too cool.
Vicki, it’s heaps of tactile fun as the peach-fuzz grows back, and then the contrast with smooth skull again. Rinse, lather, repeat.
I second the leather comment. But not really because you shaved your head, just because I believe everyone needs lots of leather.
I’d find a new insurance policy for the Treo before you buy the Harley, though. 🙂
Kim won’t let me shave my head.
All you need now is suspenders.
Is that a map on the back of his head? If so, where’s the little “Perth” marker?
I know! You cleaned your office.
This is a novel way to find out who the lurkers on your blog are…
Better stay away from Ottawa for a while… the UV rating this past Sunday was at least 9.
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