Watching ”Witch Blade” on the WB. Bad acting. Very TV-ish. Seems like the smoke machine they’ve been overusing
is supposed to make a regular city street look gritty and menacing.
I’ve said in the past that I want a smoke machine for my house. I’d keep that sucker going 24/7. If you were to come by
you’d have to waft through all that grit and menace to find me. Maybe I’d keep a flashlight at the front door for you. Maybe I’d forget to
put batteries in it. Heh.


I’ve been trying matchmaking online again and so far the results are abyssmal. What really ought to be happening is that the
personals websites should be paying me to report what it’s like to receive no responses and to grow inpatient with the whole process.
I think a consulting fee in the $300/hr range will suffice.



Look. My own Loggy Icon. Here are more. This guy just
makes one for you and you accept it. Kind of like the flu. Anyway, I updated my biography
to celebrate and also to post more pictures of my fantastic face. Hopefully I’ve cut back on the cheese but left in
the meat and potatos. If you miss any of the older stuff in there, visit The Way Back Machine
at Archive.org. They archive websites dating back to 1996 (just like me, only with useless bills).