I know, Internets. I've been neglectful. And I swear: I have got a "catch up" post a-brewin' that's gonna make your head spin. But now? Now I'm tired. This week has worn me out. Hell, who am I kidding? This MONTH has worn me out!! So two quick tidbits:
I am a member of the Sierra Club, and I got their most recent magazine in the mail a week or so ago. I'm thumbing through it the other night, and there's this section that has all of these great Sierra Club trips you can take backpacking and kayaking and whatnot, and I'm just sort of looking at them. And for each trip, they tell you what it's about, location, cost, name of the guide, and whether it's light, medium or strenuous activity. So I'm reading along, and I suddenly see that this one tour guide's name is...wait for it...Dick Worm. DICK MOTHERFUCKING WORM, people! How AWESOME is that?! I've often wanted to track down people with weird names like this, interview them about how having that name affected their childhoods and/or life in general, and publish a handy handbook called "What NOT to Name Your Baby." And don't even THINK about stealing this idea, cuz I'll sue your ass.
I have been having an unnatural craving for tater tots as of late. Not french fries. Not hash browns. Tater fucking tots. It's bordering on obsession.
More later. I swear.
You know I love you baby...