I helped break a Guinness World Record last night for bell ringing, at one time, in one location, eclipsing the old record of 5,000 bells. I will be selling my bell on eBay. Bell collecting historians with a penchant for sports and salvation – wear your cream proof panties cause your time has come!

The Av’s game was a blast as per usual. Despite losing. It was my first live shoot out, which made for some incredible excitement. The bells were incredibly loud.

I bought beer before the game, beer was bought for me during the game. Tickets were paid for by the incredible generosity of Uncle Squiggly. Thanks!

Seriously, I live the good life.

I have almost forgotten how to do this.

I had to work quite a bit this weekend. It’s not to bad though because I can do it from home through the high speed internetty. I spent almost the entirety of Saturday working. And a good portion of Sunday morning and Sunday evening too. The project goes out the door this afternoon.

Man, I already forgot what I was going to say. I/t didn’t matter much I suppose.

Between work, I fit in a double-one-year-birthday party and gwumpkies.

Yeah, I got a new tune in composition entitled “The Thrill.”
And it goes somethin’ like this:
“I stand on the hill, not for a thrill,
but for the breath of a fresh kill.
Never mind the man who contemplates
doin’ away with license plates.
He stands alone, anyhow,
bakin’ the cookies of discontent
by the heat of the laundromat vent.
Leavin’ his soul!”
Then like in poetry I go dot-dot-dot,
you know, kinda off center,
then I drop down and then I go:
“Leavin’ his soul!
And partin’ the waters
of the medulla oblongata of
brrrrrr! — mankind!”

That was a damn good song, wasn’t it Doyle?

Finally, photographic proof of Vegas can be found on the webbernet.