- i love mail. email is fun, but real mail, sans the bills, is the bees knees. especially if it is a package. not that i hop around the living room with glee when something arrives, but you know what i mean.

the fruits of my ebay bidding labor (clicking that button and then typing in a password) came in the mail yesterday. jet moto for the original playstation. granted, i am not up all hours of the night playing world of warcraft like some people (*cough* jarod and brody *cough*), but i enjoy my certain levels of geekdom when i can.

and playing one of my favorite old school PSone games from back in college on the big screen makes this cat smile. cheshire style.

- last night was also the JAJI, an F’d Co. fantasy football draft. i would like to say it went off without a hitch, but it didn’t. but i will say that the thrill handled it nicely…. pause…. hahaha. i almost shit the bed with some early round flubs, but i think that i amassed quite the team for the season. this was confirmed by the return from injury performance of carson palmer on MNF last night. bring it!

- i actually COOKED myself dinner last night! and i SAVED my leftovers. for those of you that know me, you know this is monumental. granted, it was only a tuna helper meal. but being the avant garde chef that i am, i substituted two cans of chopped turkey in place of the one can of tuna! viola! cordon bleu here i come!

- “did somebody steal your television? was your razor on it?” this is the kind of humor that i must endure by growing a beard in august. kind of along the lines of something a second grader would throw at you and then run away laughing his ass off. “guess what? dog. hahahahahahaha!” its a lot harder to feign humor when the one dishing out such jocularity is twice your age.

day ten of the beard is actually warranting compliments. and yes, i will eventually quit updating you on the growth of hair. just as soon as something else piques my interest….

- please lord, don’t make it rain in the next three hours so that we may become one week closer to finishing the sand volleyball season. i love hanging out with rome, LP, and patricia, but this league has to stop. it just does.

- anybody want to get slobberknockered with me friday night at la casa delYerg? i might take the weekend to go on a bender. got three days…

i am kidding. kind of.

- i really want to put a short deck on the back of the house with an outdoor pool table on it. that is my current little fantasy.

“eight ball corner pocket.”

“make sure you account for the wind.”

- there is a giant fiddlesticks in my schedule right now. october 27th. this is the night of the suicide girls burlesque show at amos’ southend. this is also the night, i am informed, that will hoge returns to the visualite. corksoakermotherbitchshit! decisions. decisions.

- my best friend, quaye, will be coming to the QC at the end of september though! wooo hooo!