Among the things that I had strangely kept in my parents' basement for more than 10 years was a notebook in which I kept record of amusing things that I heard other people say. No doubt, I had designs on stealing these quotes and claiming them as my own at some later date. Here is one from my friend, Paul Gronert:
"You are a bowl of love Jell-O. And there is always room for Jell-O."
So, embarrassingly, I have a wart on the ball of my right foot. After ignoring it for several months I finally decided to do something about it this weekend and bought one of those fancy kits that allow you to freeze it off in the comfort of your own home. What better way to spend an evening than destroying one's flesh?
For some reason, I decided to break with man code and I actually read all the directions. Rather strangely, these instructions informed me that I may have wasted my money because duct tape removes warts. I now have duct tape on my foot.
Did you see the clips ("Hell Breaks Loose in the House") from the U.S. House of Representatives on Friday?
How'd you like to live next door to this guy? The amount of time it likely took to coordinate all that is kind of sad. Admirably sad, but sad.
Japanese girls with pork chops strapped to their heads encounter lizard. Hilarity ensues.
Fantastic. Now I'm ready for some celebrity stalking.
Sometimes I wonder how certain things make the news.
On an unhappy note, Gene's wife, Betty, died Friday.