about a friend of mine.

question: if your workout recovery drink includes booze, does that make you an alcoholic?

"dying alone is not so bad" and other pick-me-ups from the internet

you know when you do something so often, so routinely, that you've forgotten what other people think of it? i'm talking about that feeling of being in your own world, being comfortable with your habits.

well, i always relish moments when the world goes out of its way to tell you, "well actually what you do is extremely embarrassing and while you should probably kill yourself while you can, here's some ways you can make your continuing presence tolerable for us, and hey as a bonus, for yourself too."

my political stance.

there have been a lot of questions lately, allegations made, regarding where i stand in the world of american politics. people have come a-knockin' and letters have come a-arrivin' and i feel like i have a responsibility to let all you readers, all three of you, who i support:

FTW.

the unemployed endorsement: Nutella.

"When I was a child, I spake as a child, I understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things."

when i read that quote, i always end up thinking about the things i ate as a child, and the things i eat now. i'm pretty sure that's not what the bible was trying to get me to think about, but oh well.

anyhoo, when i was a kid, like most kids, i thoroughly enjoyed peanut butter sandwiches.

the toasted white bread, its warmth melting the nutty spread into a delicious gooey center - crispy and tasty all at the same time. my mother packed it up in those little plastic bags and even when the condensation made the browned bread mushy and moist, there was always a hint of crunchiness that remained.

yeah, takes me back.