Pay Back is Fun!

Today TheHOchies and friends trekked to the movies to see "Slither".
If anyone was forced to watch that...sorry excuse for a movie otherwise known as scary movie 4, by people who call themselves friends, then be sure to go see "Slither" as your choice of movie payback. This is what TheHOchies did and it sure worked out for us. That movie was good times and the end song which I'm currently listening to is hilarious. Ahhh, good times...
Nathan Fillion is awesome.

All hail Caleb!!!!



Currently listening to: "Baby I Love You" by The Yayhoos

Lucky, Lucky... You're So Lucky

I had every intention of writing a vile blog bashing ticketmaster yet again at the end of this week regarding "the Incident". And that would have been today, well - April 14th (it's now April 15th as I write this). You know, the day I was supposed to be at the Franz Ferdinand/Death Cab for Cutie concert but got screwed out of it... yes. THAT incident.

Wednesday came.

And like all Wednesdays, and any other day for that matter, I checked my e-mail in the morning.

"Oh look...e-mail from Franz Ferdinand. It's probably going to be some bragging about how fantastic touring with DCFC is. Wonderful...this saves me the trouble of googling their website so I can torture myself. 'FF announces secret show'. Oh. Ok, whatever. Let's see the e-mail content here. ...eye twitch... 'secret show in NYC this week, details to come!' ...eye twitch..."

Wednesday afternoon - no details on the show. "Damn, I know once I get home they're going to announce a 9 p.m. show!" I got home and quickly checked e-mail - nothing.

Thursday came.

Frantically checked e-mail at 7.26 a.m. and lo and behold, details! "'Free show at the Hammerstein on April 14th!' YES!!!!!!!!!!!! 'Must go to Tower Records in the Village to get wristband. And get there early to ensure success due to limited quantities!' FUDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Thursday morning at work, penned e-mail to supervisor and boss:
Please be advised I have an appointment this afternoon and will be leaving at 1.15

1.45 p.m. - is the time I actually left office to meet Beetchie down on 8th.
There were no problems getting the wristband except some shadiness went down that involved our profile printouts from MySpace being taken away from us...
And I picked up some cream puffs for the peeps at work because you know, if I didn't get through with the FF deal, I could at least get the best goddamned cream puffs eva' out of the whole deal.

Friday:
Hammerstein @ 2p.m.
in the line 2 p.m. - 3.25 p.m.
herded into Hammerstein - 3.25 p.m.
FREE (take that ticketmaster bitches) Franz Ferdinand Concert from the second row from the stage on the dancefloor - 3.45

The 50 minute setlist:

Michael
Auf Ausche
I'm Your Villain (IT ROCKED!!!!!)
Tell Her Tonight (Because we all wanted to hear Nick sing. I think Nick wanted to slug Alex for putting him on the spot. Truthfully, I think FF duped us into thinking that's what we wanted to hear.)
Van Tango (this after deliberation and suggestions from the crowd as to what song they should play. Someone wanted the Gwen Stefani cover but Alex didn't know the words since he had them in front of him the last time he did. Yeah, I've no clue what the hell these people were talking about. Then "All For You, Sophia" was suggested but they didn't remember how to play their own song so that idea was shot)
Do You Want To
L.Wells (new song! or at least one that we have not gotten in the U.S.)
Walk Away (This song was for Bob and everyone who loved him)
Evil and a Heathen
Darts of Pleasure (some kids got to go up on stage for this one. I couldn't jump the barrier to join them 'cause my ass would have fallen and been broken)
Outsiders (it was the one song I wanted to see them perform and it was superfantastisch)

My boys have great personalities. The show was extremely intimate. It was more of a jam session/private concert. With the guys chatting with us and each other, it felt as though we had all known each other and been old high school friends from good old days back in Scotland. All of us except for the 10 year old in front - she would not have been born yet. Perhaps she could best be described in this scenario as someone's bastard child? Whose? Meh.

And as if all that wasn't enough to make up for "the Incident"... I got to wrap my arm around Alex Kapranos, gaze lovingly up at him as he posed for a picture (yeah, he's hot and I was temporarily insane but only for a micro second I swear!!!!) and got my free poster signed by him. And thank you to Beetchie for making Alex take pity on me. "Awww". Don't 'aww' me just because Beetchie told you I was shy! ...Apparently there's truth in her saying that she cannot take me anywhere. How embarrassing. And now to quickly distract from my last statement - how cool was it that he came out to chat with the fans after the show especially since he had another one to do not long after?

Had I been thinking clearly (remember people, micro second of extreme insanity or what I like to call stupidity) I would have had him sign my arm and gotten it tattooed forever. I know I always said I'd reserve that for someone I really love if I ever met them but hey, I wouldn't mind having "ALEX" engraved into my arm. And so what if 20 years later I wouldn't have a clue who "ALEX" is...

So I didn't get to see Death Cab but that's okay. I was always in it for the FF though it would have been nice to hear DCFC play "Title and Registration" and hence reason 40 that Ticketmaster is evil.

The only downer about this whole adventure is that HOchie 1 was not with me.

I know this blog makes no sense. This is what we call, "I wanted to be in bed 4 hours ago".

Currently listening to: What else but "Outsiders" - Franz Ferdinand

I love you guys...

12oz Ribeye, creamed spinach & $12.00 Creme Brulee

These things may equate to a sick Or 2.
Ah but the gOOd times I had...

Ever since the day after VD

I've been having a string of bad luck. Oh, VD = Valentine's Day.

I already blogged about the FF/Death Cab BS. Oh, BS = Bullsh*t.

I'm not really over that whole mess especially since Fuse insists on showing Franz Ferdinand and Death Cab specials every chance they get. "Down with Ticketmaster!!!" Ok.

Anyway, April Fool's Day came. At Midday, I sat here and bought my tickets (down with ticketmaster! A 20 dollar concert turned out to be 25.80 thanks to handling fees or some BS) to Mindless Self Indulgence.
Fun times, right?
Sure...If the club at which they're going to perform re-opens before May 11th after being shut down via court order for the selling of drugs in that church(The Avalon is some kind of former church or some bizarre such nonsense)!

Sandy Cheeks told me things won't get better until after April because she just senses it. So far she's right. I'm hoping/feeling things will get better by say Wednesday or Mid-Month but I'm not nearly as good a soothsayer as Sandy Cheeks.



Nor can I karate chop a xylophone like nobody's buisness. You just don't mess with peeps who can do that.

Currently listening to: All sorts of things! Rain. "Black Tower" by PureSound, Inc. from the "Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages" soundtrack & quickly fading into "Nerve Rack" by Tsuneo Imahori (TRIGUN).

The Most Awesome Cat Ever.

Crazy Cat Terrorizes Connecticut Town


FAIRFIELD, Conn. (AP) -- Residents of the neighborhood of Sunset Circle say they have been terrorized by a crazy cat named Lewis. Lewis for his part has been uniquely cited, personally issued a restraining order by the town's animal control officer.

"He looks like Felix the Cat and has six toes on each foot, each with a long claw," Janet Kettman, a neighbor said Monday. "They are formidable weapons."

The neighbors said those weapons, along with catlike stealth, have allowed Lewis to attack at least a half dozen people and ambush the Avon lady as she was getting out of her car.

Some of those who were bitten and scratched ended up seeking treatment at area hospitals.

Animal Control Officer Rachel Solveira placed a restraining order on him. It was the first time such an action was taken against a cat in Fairfield.

In effect, Lewis is under house arrest, forbidden to leave his home.

Solveira also arrested the cat's owner, Ruth Cisero, charging her with failing to comply with the restraining order and reckless endangerment. - 1010 Wins, March 29th 2006.


Poor Kitty under house arrest. It reminds me of the time Lucy Goosey was placed under house arrest at the petting zoo for nipping at children.

Though I have to say, this doesn't really look the face of a cat that's too concerned:



He actually looks quite wicked but something tells me everyone who got attacked didn't get a chance to see the face of evil but only a fluffy black and white ball bounding off to its next victim.

This is expected though from an animal that lives in a state that is part of the Axis of Evil.

Don't worry, Kitty! I'll bust you out!

Currently listening to: "White Lines (Don't Do it)" from the Shaun of the Dead soundtrack

It's Time to Play The Music, It's Time to Light The Lights, It's Time to Meet The Muppets on the Muppet Show Tonight...

X and I saw a Live Action Muppet!



We always thought Janice was a vegetarian, goddamned dirty hippie until we saw her eating copious amounts of pork dim sum in Chinatown today...

And I swear this was before the turkey testicle, so I was not hallucinating. And X didn't have it, so she wasn't hallucinating. In the interest of privacy and protection of the Muppet we are unable post said picture here.

About that TT... We shall think of it this way: If I were to be stranded on a deserted island surrounded by a life time supply of turkey testicles as my only sustenance, I would rather die.
The taste was not the problem but the popping sure was. Ew.

Kenka's was a bit of a disappointment today. I will never eat pike again. The scallops were far from buttery smothered grilled goodness and the plum wine tasted like maraschino cherry syrup. If I wanted to drink cherry wine, I would have ordered cherry wine. I believe the order was for PLUM wine. Eh, maybe I'm just not a plum wine connoisseur which is quite possible.

The sad part about the whole thing was that in an effort to end dinner on a high note, I had to eat the rest of my salad.

Salad.

All in all, it was alright times. It was definitely good times that I got to see and spend time my friend of 12 years (who I had not seen in about 5), bond with X, see Marie and hang with everyone's favourite Beetchie.

Currently playing: Headache from bitter cold wind that blazed my tail today.

Yet Another Reason to be an Angry Elf

Ticketmaster.
On April 14th, instead of being on the dance floor at the Franz Ferdinand concert - I will probably be on the train all angried up.
If anyone can give me a logical reason as to why it's okay that a concert sells out at a pre-sale, please feel free to pass it along.

Currently listening to: anything but Franz Ferdinand or Death Cab for Cutie.

GTalk from GMail

Tonight I have discovered that the new feature GTalk from GMail by Google is like a Horror Movie.
I've been using it now since last week Friday and I was all over it!
Until tonight...

Smiley faces =)
Winking faces ;)
Sticky out Tongue faces :P
and Sad faces :(

...All rotate in the most nightmarish Exorcist manner I've seen since the Exorcist!!!!!!!!!!!

It gets worse! The tongue turns pink and the winky face actually winks! Scary!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Giant Castles Give Me The Jibblies

I hate giant towns and I hate giant castles even more. It's no secret I can get lost in a circular room or cough.. St. Marks ..cough and that counts for virtual castles too. And if you're so damned rich, why not fix the mouse hole in the left tower instead of trying to hide it with ugly clay jars? At LEAST put some valuables in the clay jars so that I may steal them...sheesh.

Here's what I learnt so far from Dragon Quest VIII:

The thought of being tortured at dawn is not fun. Also, finding out that The Cheat is throwing an after-torture party and inviting all to it and encouraging them to bring eats is also not fun.

Prince Charmles is a stupid name but quite fitting of tubby, ugly (tubbgly?) prince with a lisp*. Note: *Married = Mawwied.

You just don't mess with Jesters. I suspect though, that only applies to Jesters who don't wear the trade mark Jesters' hat. I was actually confused as to why he was called a jester... no j hat = confused me.

Angelo is goo'd looking.

It's not exactly something I learnt but more of a 'let's try not to think about it' kind of situation. Witches and sirens can occasionally 'give you their best puff puff' - the screen then turns to mountains, birds...and hearts surround your character's head with the tagline "you get a big grin on your face and you become absolutely enthralled". What's funny though:

1. A Witch tried to do that to my girl once but my girl laughed triumphantly that she stacked better. Lesbian? It's highly doubtful. Not that there's anyting wrong with that.

2. I'm (and I play the main male character in the game) often not impressed by the puff puff. Gay? Well... Angelo IS goo'd looking, afterall. And there's nothing wrong with that.

On Dancing:

1. I dance a little bit like Carlton Banks. Snap those fingers - Yeah!
2. Yangus dances like he's a fairy. A really fat fairy. And I thoroughly enjoy watching it.
3. Jessica's been wearing the dancer's outfit for hours but she still ain't got no flava'.
4. Angelo dances like the coolness he is.

And when you find a Zombie Mail and its description reads: ill fated suite of armour... despite how alluring the 42+ defence sounds to you - DON'T PUT IT ON. You can't rock it like nobody's buisness. It rocks you. And costs you 750 gold pieces to unrock.

And another thing...

Ralph is not my friend despite what he or everyone else may think.
I hate Ralph.
Goo'day.

The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Seasons...

is sure to give me high blood pressure or something.

Today was fun, despite high blood pressure inducing torture. Sitting around doing nothing in the company of HOchie 1 is good times, although there was something about work having to be done.

This post is a reminder to publish the best of 2005 or whatever - a song/album list of sorts and whatever else. It probably won't be done but...and that's all I have.

Currently listening to Muse "New Born" from the Absolution Tour dvd with my Banshee (thank you, HOchie 1 for pointing that out...the truth some the times hurts). I love that Banshee...
And here he is. Yes. I said 'he':

In Memory of Kevin Morgan... we never really knew you and now we never will.

HOchie 1... or 2 signing in.

Life has a way of pouncing when you aren't thinking about it and dropping a heavy does of itself on you.

This HOchie was happily sitting in her hairstylist's chair getting a way overdue cut when her favourite stylist broke in with a "you know that guy that those people are talking about?" I really had not been listening to the conversation that was going on behind me since I exist most times in my own conversation but since Stylist brought it up, I felt compelled to feign interest and ventured a timid "what about him?"

Well, the HOchies now know that this guy that we secretly always liked in a platonic way, about whom we always smiled knowingly between us on our visits there, who was slim, very pale and had very blonde hair that fell straight down and covered his neck with the long front brushed very neatly to the side, who smiled shyly and spoke softly, who we wanted to talk to but kind of preferred to love-like from afar and keep his cute human existence a regular factor in our visit to the salon is dead. Actually he was KILLED by a 24-year-old female from Connecticut who chose to go out, chose to drink on the night when she knew she would be driving and ploughed into him without ever stopping as he was crossing the street. The HOchies were shocked into horrified silence.

Needless to say, even though this event happened on December 1, 2005, it just happened for us. Once again, someone's life has been cut short because someone chose to drive drunk and if that person is found guilty of Manslaughter/Murder, all she will get is 7 years in jail. She probably won't serve half that.

I really want to rave on and on about how unfair this whole situation is and I want to say more but they are angry words and I don't want this post to lose itself in anger so I will say:

Goodbye Kevin. I wish we had said hello to you. We really wanted to and now we will never have a chance. I hope you are smiling that smile wherever you are and that you keep brushing your fine, blonde hair to the side. We will think about you and you will live on in the mind of two quasi-strangers as you live on in the hearts of those who love you.

Laters. =(

How The Legend of Zelda: Oracle of Ages & Seasons Made A Liar Out of Me

I believe I said there'd be an update as to how the present situation went down soon after Christmas yet it's the 20th day into the New Year and not a goddamned thing was posted since December 24th...Of LAST year. Meh.
Everyone was happy with what they got, I think. Hochie or 2 has been rockin' the Hot Rod DS and "Animal Crossing" everyday. I only this week rocked one of my new sweaters. Rocked or looked like a clown? Hmmmmm...
Good times have been had with the watching of newly acquired DVDs including "Firefly" and "The Muppet Show - Season One" and still more to watch. Too many DVDs and not enough time but you cannot get anymore quality than "You and I and George" or "I Never Harmed an Onion...". Apparently, Ralph is the best Muppet and I never knew. Also, another thing I've discovered - the Muppet Show is not for children.
But what I've been truly rockin' is that damned Zelda series. For whatever stupid reason, probably the one involving my stupidity, I never got those games when they were out. Four years later I was struggling to find them at a price that was not 100+ dollars a piece. Bottom line, I found them and man, they're hard but ridiculously cool and fun. I'm playing the games linked so Ganon gets to own me at some point...uh, I mean..I will own Ganon (after multiple deaths) at some point.
And thanks to the LofZ, there have been no updates.
Nothing much going on yet so much of it, it's madness.
Work has been busy for Hochie Or 2 leading to nights of no 6.15 train.
My friend S is off to new and exciting things and I wish her the best of luck. 15 months seems like quite the while but I hope and I'm sure it will be, the most awesome frickin' times eva'.
And now to bring the blog mood down -
we found out today this guy we saw once in a while who worked at the hair salon was killed by recklessness & idiocy on the part of a 24 year old drunk driving bitch of a girl. Although The HOchieS never spoke to him, we always thought of him as the cute, quiet, shy guy who came across to us like a complete sweetie. We loved that guy. It's really horrible and it's hard to think about the fact that we'll never see him again... =(

Currently listening to: "Blackout" by Muse from the Absolution Tour DVD.

"Don't kid yourself
and don't fool yourself...
This life could be the last
And we're too young to see"

Christmas Eve with the HOchieS

Well, what can I say about December...wait. What do I have to say about November? November was mostly uneventful save the fact good friends came visiting during Thanksgiving and the week following and good times were had during those days.
Also, X is now Dr. X! I would put X's first photo up after receiving the title but...my scanner seems to be on the fritz. And I might be too full of crab and artichoke dip and punch de creme to try to solve problems. Instead I'll describe what it looks like and let's just say...it's a little shady.
Congrats to Dr. X. X has accomplished lots and the HOchieS are proud.

December 2005:

TERRIBLE.

It was a rough month (including our Medium Budgie leaving us to go live in another state with his wife and my kitty boos. I miss my bibbies) and HOchie 1 ranted about things in the previous post so Or 2 will not rant in this. That may be due to the fact that I am too full of red velvet chocolate chip cake and mushroom bread thingies to rant.
However, this being the evening of December 24th and the HOchieS celebrate gift giving...we're trying to make the best of it.
We've lots to be happy about this eve. Our good friends are here with us and more to come tomorrow to partake in the homemade chinese food. Roast Duck anyone? Far Rah Rah Rah Rah, Rah Rah Rah Rah.
Other than that, there are presents under the tree and presents filtering out into the middle of the living room. They're not all for us but meh, lots are. Who am I kidding? Looks like Momma Ho and HOchie 1 made out like bandits. I have already lost the present war. That's okay though because I have upstaged everyone with the present giving. Heh Heh Heh Heh. I'll put the list up tomorrow after everyone has opened their pyos at 5. Momma Ho has to work so X will have to wait to open presents. X isn't thrilled and may still bust open the stuff in the morning while we're asleep. But I'll buss X's ass if that happens.
Speaking of 'meh'...
This year I neglected to get a present for The Cheat. He and I have talked about it and he wants 100 dollars out of every paycheck I receive in 2006 to make up for my lameness. Something tells me The Cheat is going to sell the pyos I get tomorrow regardless of what deal we've made. Biatch.
Ok, X has finally missed my presence and is calling for me. I will end before she discovers what I've been doing.
Will update tomorrow or at least within the next few days.

And too full of shepherd's pie and stewed pork to spell check.

There's X talking about opening up the pyos in the morning again.

Hate

Hochie 1... 0r 2 signing in after a busy month of mundane goings-on.

There are people that I dislike and there are those I don't really get along with because our personalities do not sync. I don't think about them often because that is life. I accept it and I live my life but I know now that there are two people that I really hate in this life. Hate to the point that If I believed then this is the sort of loathing that would condemn my soul to a bad place for all the thoughts that I have thought about them. I don't want to hate people that are concrete beings in my existence, people that I have actually met and who continue to try to impose their evil greedy ways into my life and the life of my family but I do... badly.

I hate that they think that I owe them unending gratitude for every breath that I take in this country. I thanked you and have never disrespected you but I will not kiss your ass. My father has slaved, yes SLAVED, for you for 10 years (and counting) to "repay" any real and imagined debt that you perceive any of my family owes you.

You were overwhelmingly unkind to my family because we filled the role of poor relations. We may not have your money but we are richer than you ever imagined and I know that you know that. You can build as many churches as you think will buy your way into that Heaven before the God that you love to tout but I know that you do it for fame and more money. You know it too. I remember as I am sure you do that when someone commented that you must count your blessings, you said you prefered to count your money. You can fool a lot of people but the people that really know you, really know you.

So employ all the island slaves you want and present oversized cheques to priests for your photographs in newspapers, feed athletes, and keep talking about God but I know how you think, I know things about you and I HATE YOU. You are the worst kind of people and as you get older, your money will not comfort you, you will find as you get older that you cannot trust anyone because no one is really your friend, you will find that not as many people as you think like you and when your body begins to really rot and your face is filled with maggots, all the money that you crave will be for naught because your children never loved you and respected you and no one will really care that you are dead and gone except to find out how much they get in your will. Count your money as blessings on Earth because you will find none anywhere else.


-Hochie 1

Things That Are Hella...

...Hilarious: Pringles being a common garnish on dim sum

...Jibblies-esque: Crazy people who bump into your bags and invade your personal space while spewing jibberish even though there's more than enough room to move

...Nasty and Shouldn't Exist: Egg Custards of the strawberry & banana variety

...Lifesaving: Turkey cookies after Nasties that Shouldn't Exist

...Lame but Expected: Ramune drinks that explode when opened

...Lame: Chinatown on a Saturday

...Scary: Giant Hair

...Annoying & Idiotic: People in the Temple who touch things they shouldn't and make Beetchie tour guide

...Shady: Jewelry stores in Chinatown

...Awesome: Blue & White Diamonds

...$2,000 @ 70% off: Blue & White Diamonds

...In need of discussion: 2 kids on the train. Same age. 1 smart. 1 not so much.

Quote of the Day: "Our (Atlantis citizens) diet mostly consists of crabs, starfish & the occasional sea squirrel." - King Neptune from The Fairly Odd Parents

Goodbye Kitty

I am kitty-sitting. Pumpkin and Jazzie are good little kitties but one of my favourite people recently said to me (from now on we'll refer to him as Clownie) -"You should just eat them..."

It gets better.

Me: If they give me trouble?

Clownie: No, trouble or not, they should just be eaten.

Me: I see...you know I could eat some cat dumplings right about now.

Clownie: There you go. I'm sure Momma HoChie has all types of recipes she could bring up for them...you know, like that Japanese cat. What was it called again? Hello...

Me: Hello Kitty?

Clownie: Hello Kitty. Yes, I'm sure there must be recipes for this 'Hello Kitty' or rather, 'Goodbye Kitty'.

I'm on a quest to create a whole line of "Goodbye Kitty" recipes.

This is how TheHOchies will be rich.

Our new pet...

X working.

We have a brand new Pet - X

Picture to come.

We present to you...

PINK.
Enjoy because after fiddling (and not silly-fiddling either) with this for an hour to try to fix some layout troubles, it finally decided to co-operate.
Not messing with it again for a while.
Deal.

Currently watching: "Firefly" Season 1.
Quote of the Day: "...So Flock Off!" - Pecker in Jak X Combat Racing

A Picture of Hochie...or 2

A World of Crazies

Hochie 1... or 2 signing in after a brief hiatus.

I was overwhelmed this week with the wealth of Hollywood peeps who entertain us but should really only scare us because they are CRAZY.

Offender Numero Uno - Mel Gibson - the picture says it all. And no, he is not acting out a scene; he is at a press conference in Mexico. Poor, scared Mexicans.

"Crazy? Me? "

YES!!!

Ethan, even if you are not crazy, you look crazy this week. Gosh man, put on some makeup. Have we all learnt nothing from Oprah? Nothing?

Now, I don't know who is crazier, Britney for marrying this man and thinking that her life would be a fairytale or the man himself for thinking that people will embrace his "musical" talent. Please check the lyrics:

"Over an industrial beat reminiscent of Kelis' 'Milkshake,' Federline represents himself as a brash, newsworthy figure ahead of his time. 'People always asking me when's the release date / Well, baby you can wait and see, until then all these Pavarottis followin' me,' he raps, nicknaming paparazzi after the Italian opera singer. (Associated Press)

That is QUALITY ya'll. Grade A Genie-ass. Pavarottis = Paparazzi (?????) Kevin and Britney must fancy themselves as new age Lexicographers. Does anyone remember MotherChuckers? In the words of a wise Sage, these two are nuckin' futs which is just another way of saying that they CRAZY.

I don't like to beat a deadhorse or regurgitate well-established fact but ... Mariah Carey. She is pretty and crazy. Pretty crazy ha ha.. Alright I will stop. But what is crazy about her is not her behaviour this week but her breasts.

Is it just me or does Mariah's boobs seem to change size dramatically (we are talking post boob job pics) depending on the day of the week? It is almost as if she can inflate or deflate to suit.

(note: I am trying to find the other picture I need to compare so will have to amend)

Craziness.

I have been silently disturbed by Jamie Foxx's appearance in the last year. I swear his face has changed shape and his lower jaw has begun protruding more than it ever had been before. Maybe he got leaner and now his face is just reflecting that but I swear I almost never recognize him if he has sunglasses on. Or maybe I never really knew what Jamie Foxx looked like. Is that possible? Am I crazy?!

Perhaps he changed his front teeth? I just don't know.

Oh, and Jake, craziness does not need company

because you also look a little goofy in this pic.

Note below how the High Priestess of Crazy travels with an entourage of crazies. Umm, Ms. Stewart, do you know that is not a puppy you're holding? It's not even a real monkey. The monkey standing next to you on the other hand is unfortunately real. Put that in a cage.

Also crazy, the WB for replacing Michigan Jay with coconuts for mascots in the form of Coconut Fred's Fruit Salad Island.

I think that is enough for now. This might have to become an ongoing community service.

Laters.

IT BIT ME!

The message is simply this: I better start working on "Sake Underground" again soon or the Thing gets squished.
I understand.
And I'm on it...
IT.