instead of stuffing a sheep stomach, how about stuffing a squid?
from So I Married An Axe Murderer
till then. . . seen in the window of a hiking goods shop. . . uh. . . yeah. Special hiking underwear. You know, for all those jolts as you clamber over rocks. I like that their logo is an elephant, too.
Back then, almost nobody read my blog; it's a long post, but I'm also more proud of this one than most of the other writing on this blog. Thought I'd draw attention to it, now that I have readers other than my grandma.
It was written for a friend's blog, for advent, and it's a bit more personal than the expat musings and pictures of my awesome weekend. . . but it is what it is, and during the holidays, it seems like a good time for reflection. It's about my search for meaning during one of the most difficult times of my life.
Yahoo published a "Ten Greatest Christmas Songs Ever" list...
that somehow included four of the Christmas songs I hate the most.
The bizarro christmas list had me shaking my head over and over and over: they got the number one song just about bang on... but from there it goes downhill like a Robin "When in doubt, go for the dick joke" Williams comedy routine when he's run out of good material.