What to wear

Next time you (girls) are sifting through the closet trying to decide what to wear, I have found it.

My blog looks like Gina's

It's a blog. Hooray blog. (not as funny as the Red Stripe commericals. It's Beer. Hooray Beer!)

how about a remake of the Log song by Ren and Stimpy...It's Blog, blog, its uhhhh.... never mind, not feeling funny. back to work. damn the man.

edit: oh wait, the reason I got on here besides changing the look and adding some links to the right...

two fortunes in my cookie today.
-Silence is a friend who will never betray.
It took me 5 seconds to think of 2 cases where this isn't true.
1. Silent but Deadly. Oooohhh, man, was that you Gina???
2. If it is real quite in the forest and you are being hunted by ninjas, they can hear every move you make, which means the silence betrayed you by making your sounds more prominent. :)
-Your inner beauty radiates. Nourish it.
uhhhh....thats like saying sense of humor is more important than looks. No one wants to fuck a funny ugly person. I'll continue to nourish my outer beauty thank you very much.

and inspiration for the picture a couple posts below, or earlier...

I waited a year to post twice in one day

And on another note: I emailed Scott Adams, creator of Dilbert, today and he actually emailed me back. Pretty cool, and made me feel much more important than I really am. It went something like this...
Mr. Adams, Is it just me, or is the officer in today's comic shooting bullets out of a donut? - Erik
Erik, My editor wouldn't let me show a gun in the comic. So I replaced it with a doughnut that shoots bullets. Everyone seems happy. - Scott

Plus the Lama, a big hitter the Lama, told me that on my death bed, I would have extreme consciousness. So I got that going for me, which is nice.

You are right, I am wrong

Did anyone ever talk you into doing something that you kept saying no to, basically just because you were being lazy? And then when it turned out good, did you thank them for talking you into it? I bet you didn't, and you should, because you know if it had turned out crappy, you would have been beating them senseless with the "I Told You So" stick...

Well, my wife and I needed to go to the fair (small town, small fair) to see some pictures that our friend Amy had entered in the photo contest. We realized this at 6:35, as I also realized that I had not clipped the free entry coupon from the paper at work, and that it would probably be 5 or 6 bucks to get in, even though we would be there 20 minutes tops.

To make a long story longer, after much convincing, we left, we got two papers, cliped the coupons and raced over to the fair to make it to the gate right at 7:00. The coupons worked (saving me $12 bucks) and we got to see the pictures, including one of Amy's and our friend Nate's with honorable mention ribbons, and a friend of the family with a 2nd place ribbon, and it was all free.

And you know what I did? I said thank you to Abby for making me get off my ass and running to get the papers and making me go to see the pictures, because there were really some outstanding shots. Think about that the next time you are laying in to someone for talking you into something that blows up in your faces...