3/30/05: A Light Drizzle

Blogging will be light today.

Welcome home to Joey Monkeyweb, who recently had his gut sliced open like a baked potato.  And who now has a walkie talkie with a headphone amplifier vibrating around somewhere inside him. And God bless Mrs. Monkeyweb for taking good care of him and his blog while he was down. 

Welcome back to NYC Petey Brush. I'm sorry I ever considered for a moment that you might be the Beltway Sniper. Those were paranoid times.

Congratulations to Deion Sandals for completing a half-marathon a few weeks back, and may your body be fully recovered in time for softball this Sunday night.

Yeah, that's right, softball starts this weekend. Who's in?

It's frustrating. At age 35, I am finally having fantasies about being rich. And I think it's too late to do anything about it.

You know the famous photo of Ali standing over Liston, barking at him, oozing confidence and potency? Does the fact that Liston so obviously and shamelessly threw the fight take anything away from this tremendous photo?  I think so. Others aren't so sure it was fixed, but come on.

I need a magazine to subscribe to. Any suggestions?  And yes, I already get American Grizzly.

You know what was truly an amazing advance in technology that didn't get as long in the sun as it deserved? The fax.  The fax was pretty amazing, and now, only about 20 years or so after its widespread introduction, it's a relic.  There should be a National Fax Day where nobody is allowed to send emails, and we all just fax each other all day long in tribute to this wonderful invention that got old before its time.

For another fifteen verbungle.com genius points, tell me wheredat?  And still nobody has correctly answered the previous wheredat.

I think Spring may be here. The wino on the corner told me he's getting that tingly feeling in his man-parts again.