In case you hadn't heard... Blogger was aquired by Google. which should turn out to be interesting.

Which are better - songs that "came to me" or songs "that I wrote"?

One of the things that bugs me the most...
I cringe when people talk excesively about themselves which is only intersting because I enjoy reading a few select blogs that are primarily made up of people talking about themselves and this blog is tyically made up of stuff about me. Sometimes I catch myself in conversation saying things about me in response to others telling me something about them. Dang it if I am not a walking, talking contradiction. Perhaps this thing is just a way for me to vent and live in my own selfishness, but I'm making a personal choice to change but can't/won't do it alone.
Q: who will set me free from this body of death?
A: Jesus.

I used to think raquetball was kind of goofy. That is until I stepped in the concrete cell of a court this morning. Paul beat me soundly three out of three games. i wish I had a video of myself dancing around like a little fairy chasing that little bastard ball. Since we are working out M/Th/F going forward before work, we decided to play on Fridays instead of working out.

I hit him once with the ball, but that was only after he had hit me. The game is dang near addictive.

with the impending war I thought it was time to show my support.
What better way than to show a video of some terrorist getting toasted.

It's video from an AC-130 while conducting an attack on a suspect terrorist camp/mosk in Afghanistan.
Keep in mind that the people on the ground can not see nor hear the gunship because of its of the night and high altitude.
make sure sound is on to hear pilot audio as well

"This is a great story about the Georgia Bull Dogs."
What a great opener. my buddy used it to begin a simple love story between two freinds as we jogged around corner number three of four in our neighborhood the other morning. He continues, to say he was in the office wearing his Georgia hat and talking with a girl there. She asks about his hat and they continue on about Georgia and football, etc. They are both married, but she asks if he happens to have any friends from school that are single for a friend of hers who also graduated from there, loves Georgia and "looking". Well wouldn't you know, he did. She goes on to say that this girl is obsesed with Harley Davidson's as well. Mike's buddy had just bought a HD and it was Georgia red with the school's "G" on the gas tank. "I've got to send you this picture I've got of him sitting on it," he says. Now this guy has lived in Georgia since he graduated and has been pumping iron since he got out of school a few years ago. By now he is somewhat of a monstrosity. The picture is sent via email from middle-man to middle-woman to single girl. She flips. She starts looking for him and his bike at every game (she has season tickets). Time comes for the playoffs. Georgia goes to the SEC championship and my buddy thinks it is time for them to actually meet. Middle-man and middle-woman set up the meeting place for would be single boy and single girl. Mike has been trying to get him to come to Nashville to see him since they graduated and it only took her two weeks. Word is that it looks like they might get married.

I don't think any little old ladies live in my neighborhood. I should search.
the last time I got my truck started I should have driven it into the river.
crap, I was supposed to send that fax.
If I could support NPR by simply singing along with the music interludes of Marketplace, I would.
where did this pen come from?
windows down... windows up.

don't ask. you've said enough already.

The Rabbit (for Johnny T and the Dane)

A man is driving along a highway and sees a rabbit jump out across the middle of the road. He swerves to avoid hitting it, but unfortunately the little rabbit jumps right in front of the car. The driver, a sensitive man as well as an animal lover, pulls over and gets out to see what has become of the rabbit. Much to his dismay, the rabbit is dead. The driver feels so awful that he begins to cry. A beautiful blonde woman driving down the highway sees the man crying on the side of a road and pulls over. She steps out of the car and asks him what's wrong. "I feel terrible," he explains, "I accidentally hit this rabbit and killed it." The blonde says, "Don't worry." She runs to her car and pulls out a spray can. She walks over to the limp, dead rabbit, bends down, and sprays the contents onto the rabbit. The rabbit jumps up, waves its paw at the two of them and hops off down the road. Ten feet away the rabbit stops, turns around and waves again, he hops down the road another 10 feet, turns and waves, hops another ten feet, turns and waves, and repeats this again and again and again, until he hops out of sight. The man is astonished. He runs over to the woman and demands, "What is in that can? What did you spray on that rabbit?" The woman turns the can around so the man can read the label. It says, "Hair Spray - Restores life to dead hair, and adds permanent wave"

I was wondering around Portobello Road and followed a link to this psychic thing... which worked. Please explain this to me.

FATR '03
Fellowship at the River

Its time for the annual trip to the Hiawassii River. Just a bunch of guys getting together to fish and remember the college days. April will be much anticipated.

pulled picture removed due to coding problems

hey.
its 03/03/03

have a nice day.