Do me a favor. If you run a website or if you have a blog, can you find a spot to copy and paste the following link somewhere?

The Real World Philadelphia: Season 15

<a href="http://TheRealWorldPhilly.com" target="_blank">The Real World Philadelphia: Season 15</a>

I just put up this site and I’d like to get some weight behind it. As usual, if you have a site that needs some SE Love, let me know. Oh, and let me know if you need to know what the hell SE Love stands for.



I’ve been having a fair amount of general soreness in my shoulders and elbows since my Friday night free weights workout. At the suggestion of a friend, I took a couple of Tylenol. It helped. I didn’t do anything on Saturday other than working on the site that I mentioned in the last paragraph. I need a decent mySQL client in order to clean up the junk database tables I kept accidentally creating. Good times. Oh, wait I did do something. I saw ”Jersey Girl.” It was tolerable at best. I guess I just didn’t buy in to the New and Improved Kevin Smith Universe™ and prefer the superfluous View Askewniverse™. True, there is less dimension and characterization in the latter, but it’s way funnier and makes for better repeat viewings. When you venture into Chick Flick Territory, you endanger the repeated viewings probability factor. Not that there’s anything wrong with that territory, but I’m just sayin. As usual, Chew got a nice bath at the Petsmart. I grooved on the chick that gives Chew his bath and, as usual, I didn’t make any moves. Duh. I’m pretty hopeless. I don’t know why I’ve got a mental block going whenever the chance of asking out a girl in the middle of Petsmart comes up.


Oh, and for the record — It’s true that a few weeks ago I hung out with a girl who was wayyyy out of my age range but, as luck would have it, her stupid little friends peer pressured her out of seeing me again. Isn’t that special? Pfft.