Dammit. I had posting in me all day, and when I sat down to do it tonight I got sidetracked with new blog headers. Bleh!
Well, some sort of attention paid to the Bloggod (GodBlog?) is better than none.
I prithee thou art appeased, milord.
I just realized I’m in my prime. What is a guy supposed to do with that? Call up some chicks? =)
every personal epoch should be your “prime” as time goes on… note: when you call the chicks, don’t call ’em “chicks”. :P
COMMENT:
You know you can always call the Lady :)
Chick: they’re chicks. That’s why we call ’em chicks. If I didn’t call ’em chicks people would quickly begin to suspect I’d been replaced by yet another alien.
And thanks, Lady.
Also- some of my favorite chicks are chicks. It’s not derogatory. Maybe I get away with it because I’m one of the greatest huggers who ever lived.
Is that a picture of the moon last night, DJ?
Steve and I were driving to his place and had to stop by the ocean and just marvel at how the majority of Dallas Rd. was bathed in lunar fire.
It was amazing.
It shore is. I saw it while I was walking home through JB, and had to keep walking right on past my place down to Dallas. I took a bit too long so I lost some nifty clouds, but what I ended up with was nice enough to keep.