Tom is Away

Pretty excited to find out Cheers is still running in syndication (past midnight on the Hallmark network). DVRing the hell out of it.

bitten by about a thousand bugs in the 10 minutes I was outside. better not be chiggers.

at warmdaddy’s to see John Lee Hooker Jr. and eat the delicious cornbread (the secret ingredient is magic) (oh, and also to celebrate tim’s birthday [but mostly there for the cornbread {and JLH Jr.}])

i wish some company would run an essay contest for which the prize was free central a/c, because I would write the hell outta that.

At Moshulu in Philly for a slightly belated anniversary celebration.

hoping the dog’s leg isn’t too badly damaged from her fall down the steps.

figuring out how many crabs are in a bushel

it’s probably good to know that, legally speaking, I’m better off running someone over while driving drunk than if I shoot myself in the leg. Not that I’m planning on doing either, but at least now I know what gets you in trouble.

i think the colts might have 50% of the white skill position players in the nfl. They’re like the Jazz of the NFL.

oh god damn they’re bringing back the $5 footlong song. And the robot. Next thing you know, they’ll make me look at Joe Buck again.

eagerly awaiting this week’s surprise Eagles signing. I think it’ll be Walter Payton.

trying to get a draft of the syllabus done before the eagles game. I guess I watch preseason again.

working. too hot upstairs, dammit.

I’m unavailable at the moment.

fall semester approaches. syllabus status = incomplete

trying to figure out why espn needed to air chopper footage of brett favre parking his car.

at temple to renew parking, take care of some administrative junk, etc.

otis the hunter strikes again, except this time it’s not a cuddly mammal or a singing bird, but rather a giant moth (not Mothra, I checked).

i wish the delivery people would deliver my packages to my house instead of my neighbor’s

working for a while.