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Well that sucks. Someone registered the .com and .org versions of the domain name I wanted, not a week after mentioned it here. Just goes to show you kids, keep your big mouth shut. I’ve registered the .net version (wah-waaaaaah), and e-maield the .com guy to see if he wants to trade. I expect a request for an outrageous selling price. Ah well, live and learn…

UPDATE

Regards,

Gary Coleman

sigh I was afraid it would come to this. It’s not that important to me, I would just like it. I plan to offer the cost of registering and transferring, and call it a day. To the vigilante go the spoils of war.

Do any of you ever feel like Doogie Howser (you’ve got to download the theme song, by the way)?

Remember how at the end he’d always sit at his sweet 66Mhz with the color monitor, writing his diary entries in white text on blue background in what was probably an early database program like Enable? Before the last line he’d look up introspectively and stare into space, smiling mildly when the perfect life-lesson had gone from his memory of the experience, to his fingertips to type.

And that’s why they call it the “golden” rule… hehe, just kidding

Yes, you’ll have a beautiful view of the beach…from the electric needle room

I’ve had them before, and I’ll have them again. Tonight, I had a pretty awesome Bachelor Moment. Being too lazy to cook anything substantial, too tired to go out, not interested in pizza, and having already eaten all my emergency peanuts, I broke down and made the out-of-college equivalent of Top Ramen, (I know what you’re thinking, and it’s not Mac n Cheese, but you’re close, it’s:) pasta.

Heat transfer ensued for almost ten minutes, and I went to prepare a bowl (and by “prepare” I mean, you know, “grab”). I opened my cabinet and reached my hand up into…nothing.

“Damn, out of bowls, that’s weird, ” I thought to myself. I closed the cabinet, turned around, and reached for the dishwasher. Grabbing the handle I pulled and, “Huh? Why is this thing locked closed? I don’t remember running the dishwasher. Score, though, clean dishes.” With a resigned sigh (knowing that I now had to put the clean dishes away) I unlocked the dishwasher, opened the door, and thought, “What’s that sandy sound? Waitaminute, there’s still detergent in here. Why didn’t it wash away? Hey! These dishes are still dirty! What the huh?”

And then it dawned on me. I hadn’t run the dishwasher. In fact, I couldn’t even remember when I had intended to do so. Which means that it had been sitting here, in perpetual potential motion, delaying its cycle for who knows how long. It must have at least been before I went to LA this weekend, which further means that my dishwasher has been waiting for me to get tired of eating chips by the handful, juice from the bottle, and leftover Halloween candy for at least a week. The fact that I’ve gone that long without eating anything substantial enough to even require a fork is pretty special in its own right.

The fact that I took a bowl that “looked” clean and used it right out of the dishwwasher is even more so.

Johnny is more beautiful than he once was.

NEWS FLASH!

According to the Palo Alto Daily News:

Pumpkins damage mailboxes

Roughly 25 mailboxes were damaged in Los Altos after leftover Halloween pumpkins were hurled at them, police said.

Police have no idea who committed the acts of vandalism over the weekend.

Call it the great pumpkin caper.

Starting late Saturday and continuing into the next day, about 25 seperate cases of mailbox vandalism involving pumpkins were reported in the area, police said.

The round, orange weapons may have come from the 1500 block of Ben Roe Drive, when a patch of pumpkins were reported stolen at 12:11 a.m. Sunday.

Now that’s news!

Editor: OK Jimmy, we got a lead on a pumpkin heist, and I’m putting you on it. I need sumpin that really sings here, so don’t fail me or it’s yer job! Oh, and make it 100 words or less.

Scott: Oh boy! My big break!

There’s something depressing about going to LA. Correction, there’s something depressing about returning from LA.

Everyone knows that there’s a stereotypical glut of beautiful women in SoCal; that movie stars and models are everywhere you turn, and you’ll say “hey, didn’t I see that [check-out girl|waitress|manicurist] in [Goonies|Speed 2|Tremors]?” more than once. The statistic that’s largely ignored, however, is that there are simply more women in SoCal, beautiful or not.

This is where the depressing part comes in.

By saying “more women”, that implies that somewhere there are “less women”, and that place is here. There are simply not that many women in the Bay Area (especially in the Silicon Valley). Don’t get me wrong, I’m not trying to imply that there are no beautiful women up here, I’m just saying that, per capita, were running low. And this isn’t about a perverted need to see more girls day to day, I just don’t think it’s healthy to have such a mono existence.

What gets me even more down is that there are probably just as many women in SoCal as there are in most places, and that that’s the normal, healthy amount. Those Bay Areans amongst us are living in some strange Jurassic Parkian reality where we continue to multiply despite being all the same sex.

A friend of mine sent this to me. It’s a little tasteless, but in the same breath I could argue that it rails against the oppression of women.

OK, so I just thought it was funny.

Bleh…reblogger threw me into a loop. As I was saying, I’m back from LA, and I had a really fun time. It reminds me why I wish I was back in SoCal sometimes.

Just messing around…

So I’ll be in LA this weekend. Have fun while I’m gone, and fer cryin’ out loud, clean this place up!

Fan-Mail Friday! …yeah, I know it’s Thursday, but I’m taking tomorrow off, so…

Bobby writes:



You are a genius.

I was surfing Judy’s site, and hit the link to yours. I read the whole page top to bottom, and I thought you might want to know that you entertained someone with your writings.

Rock on,

Bobby

Stuff and Stuff responds:

Dear Jimmy-

PS Best of luck with that rash.