Dr. Gloom

Nephew's 1st B-Day party. Cute little guy. 

I just farted in the liquor store. As I was checking out. It was a smelly one.

They pretended not to notice. I was grateful.

So I can just talk about anything, huh. Or I guess I could link http://defamer.com. Wait, that didn't look like it worked, but I know there's a way to do it somehow. I could talk about intimate details, like my sex life. Whoa. Too short of a story.

Anyway, this could be cool.

Having some problems figuring this blog thing out, sorry. I can't figure out how to change certain text once I've gone up. The Help stuff mostly leads to html code gobbledygook, which, by the way, I would like to know. But I don't. Think I'll put another picture up.

That's always fun, huh?

I watched "Deliverance" again the other night. And I realized the moral of that movie is that it is better to be butt-raped (like Ned Beatty's character) than to be dead (like Ronny Cox's character).

I'll try to remember that.

I lost the soul patch. 

The sole heir to my fortune. My nephew. 

Yeah. I was an Official Bikini Inspector. 

I just got an HD TV. I can't tell that much difference from regular TV, yet feel compelled to watch HD Channels only because I can.

Which brings me to "Austin Stevens: The Snakemaster." Last night's episode: "The Search for the World's Deadliest Pit Viper." Austin - kind of an English mix between Marlon Perkins and That Surfer Guy Who Got Eaten By That Bear - evidently feels a real honest-to-god rapport with these freaking things. It's almost spiritual to him, you can tell. Which doesn't make it endearing, I just wanted to mention it.

Well, he goes to Costa Rica to hunt for the Lancehead Viper... The World's Deadliest Pit Viper. He says Costa Rica is home to more species of Pit Viper than anywhere else in the world.

I went to Costa Rica once. I could've been killed.