I won't stop believin', Doc. Promise.

The best part about getting my wisdom tooth out was asking the dentist, "So, is this Journey track playing in the background supposed to be inspirational or make me think of the last Sopranos episode?"

Elephant in a small room.

Some Admittedly, very few of you have asked: "What's the deal with this year's CD swap?"

I guess I should call Ryan. Or he could blog (ahem) about it.

Ow.

I'd like to inform you that I suspect I have an ingrown nose hair, and I have no idea how to deal with it.

Consider me a fan.

Am I like the last one on the planet to learn that the Richmond Braves are no more and there's now the Richmond Flying Squirrels? In any event, awesome.

Oh man, ew.

It would be supes gross if you had lice to walk up to someone shouting, "Say hello to my little friends!" while rubbing your head in that person's direction. Supes gross.

Woof

Hey! I thought of a joke. Works better in spoken form, but here you go:

Q: Why aren't dogs welcome at social events?
A: Because they got faux pas.

Rotten Tricks

I'm gonna let you in on a little secret. Even though you may have thought potatoes seem never to go bad, they can go bad, and when they go bad, they go BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD.

If you want to extract revenge from someone at a several-months-long remove, conceal well a bag of potatoes in that person's house or car.