CRIPES! Blogger sucks. Server crash much? Attempting to post reminds me of 1992, when my family had a 14.4k modem.
I bought myself a snazzy new pair of running shoes this weekend. That gives me ample time to break them in before this run and this run (just the half).
That's right, baby, I'm going back to Fargo. Adam Pemble was right when he told me seven years ago: "You'll be back."
My wife has always been a little curious about the town that is the subject of so much lament. The time it takes to run a half marathon is more than enough time to take in all the wonders (or lack thereof) of Fargo. But if we can set it up, I may share dinner with the erstwhile Alia Bloom and her clutch.
My co-worker and I spent a ridiculous amount of time today talking about the Rick James/Charlie Murphy sketches on "Chapelle Show." Thankfully, Milk and Cookies has
links to all three sketches.
I've been feeling a little old today. Remember when Faith No More was the best band on the planet? No, you probably don't. That only lasted for about a month.
Hey, look who's back.
A divorced, childless, male computer worker from Southampton certainly sounds like the sort of person who would be the unhappiest in Britain. No doubt followed closely by everyone else who lives in Southampton.