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Fighting words

I figured out one of the things that I hate about reality television. I made this discovery while trying to watch "The Salt-Pepa Show" (yes, THAT Salt-N-Pepa.) ( Full post )

Millionaire Matchma ... Oh, sorry, I fell asleep

So, I have had the opportunity to watch pieces of a few different episodes of "Millionaire Matchmaker," a show on Bravo that is exactly what it sounds like. ( Full post )

Item No. 2

So, it is time for me to reveal the other reality show I like. It's one that is of the absolute worst format, where they just put a camera in a house with a couple of people who live together. But the difference is that these kids are funny.
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It's your turn

Hey y'all, it is Music Video Thursday, but I did not have time to dig up a good one today. So I am asking you, my adoring fans, to submit your picks for Music Video of the Week. In the unlikely event that more than one person posts a video, I shall pick a winner, and the winner's taste and improved status will be revered right here on my blog. ( Full post )

Bring the funny

Seems like it's time for some online comics. ( Full post )

Project find a dissenter

This TV blogging thing may end up becoming more than weekly. It's fun for me. So consider yourselves warned. ( Full post )

Reality check

Today begins my weekly TV blogging. Now, as a rule, I don't generally like reality TV. This has become quite the problem lately because of the fact that a majority of programming seems to fall into that category. The writers' strike did not help matters. ( Full post )

Back to the music

All right, kids, I'm bringing Music Video Thursday back. Also, starting tomorrow I will be doing another weekly feature. ( Full post )

It's like he's reading my mind

Sometimes all it takes is a Toothpaste for Dinner comic to remind me that somewhere out there, someone understands.

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That ain't legal

In today's paper, in the Idaho Records, it lists a man who was arrested for "attempt to take simulated wildlife." This, for me, drums up images of some dude at Cabela's deciding he'd like a stuffed cougar of his own and trying to make off with it. ( Full post )

Love, golf and asteroids

Right about the time I got sick and tired of being on crutches, I got sick and tired of writing about being on crutches. ( Full post )

Bloggin' time

I hate it when people who have nothing to say update their blogs anyway. Unless it's me. ( Full post )

Duct tape? Right next to the shampoo

Seven days, 13 hours and 44 minutes. That's how long it is until I get my hard cast off. I will still be on crutches after that, so not much will change, but I will get a removable boot cast, so some things will. ( Full post )

Wouldn't that be handy

For those of you who do not have windows, you should know that it has snowed a foot in the past 24 hours in Spokane. This prompted not one but two people to give me the same advice today: "You should put a ski on that thing," referring to my cast. ( Full post )

Kangaroo pouch!

So a few days after I "moved out" of my friend's apartment, I realized that I am a total dumbass. Because if you are on crutches you should always, ALWAYS, be wearing a sweatshirt with a kangaroo pouch. You can thank me later.
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On the job

I mentioned earlier that I had a change in job assignment. So at the same time I've been adjusting to life on crutches I've had a new schedule and totally different job. ( Full post )

Wide load comin' through!

After "the incident," my first venture out of my apartment, for something other than work, involved going to the grocery store. It also involved being tortured at an urgent care clinic, but I'll skip that part. There's no need for people to know about the horror-movie-style screams I let out because of a half-inch-long cut on my finger. ( Full post )

Down will come baby, crutches and all

The day fter I left the hospital, my dear old mum decided to send me flowers. ( Full post )

The touchy-feely part

You've all heard the story. Person has bad experience and tragedy turns to a blessing when victim develops new appreciation for life. ( Full post )

Say no to pills

I mentioned before that I spent my first couple of days in the hospital on a morphine drip. Over the next few days, trial runs of percocet and dilloted proved that morphine was the only thing that would keep me from crying like Mariah Carey reading a "Glitter" review. ( Full post )