My sister Megan is getting hitched this weekend. So as a consequence, I’ll be staying at my parents and using their computer with the shitty dial-up. Expect updates to be sparce. I’m keeping myself entertained by bringing a Knoppix and Morphix bootable game CD.
While Scientology traces it roots back to the 1950’s, even the most clearest or Clears had to endure 1976. Here is a pamphlet from that time showing that despite whatever OT level you’re at, that shirt is still gaudy to look at.
Octodog. For Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner. Yum. Take a regular hot dog (or veggie dog) Put it through sort of device which creates “tentacles”. Yum. Fuck it! Words don’t do this justice. Check it out for yourself.
Steve Guillemette has a dream. His dream is to document The Price is Right every day. Which games were played, the actual price of the item up for bid, the contestants, etc. The thoroughness is astounding and frightening but if you ever want to know everything about a particular episode you know where to go.
The weather forecast calls for rain over the next week or so. Just when I getting used to the weather and was to comfortably wear shorts when not jogging.