'cuz a pig is a cop...

I never actually write entries anymore. Photos and random entertining videos are nice, but, as the shrill old lady from the eighties used to cry, "Where's the beef?". Here we go. Beef.

Housesitting/dogsitting for the parents until Feb. 1. Started today. Everything here is immaculately clean. If all you had to go by was the condition of their house, you would never know if my parents had been gone for a week or if they had just made breakfast for 30 people. It's always spotless. Also, their water is crazy soft. If you touch a bar of soap with your fingertip, you'll be able to make soapy lather for the rest of the day just from the reside. The only complaint I have about this is that you can rinse and rinse and rinse in the shower and still feel like you're covered in soapy film.

Speaking of soap, anyone else remember those old Irish Spring commercials, wherein some hiker in the hills of Ireland whips out a bar of soap that he myseriously has on hand and shaves a big chunk out of it, releasing a jet of water?

And if you remember that, what about the Sizzlean commercials? "Move over bacon, here comes Sizzlean!" No one remembers that anymore. Sad.

I'm considering declaring Google Reader bankruptcy because I have 203 unread items and don't feel like dealing.

Things celebrating their anniversaries today:
The Macintosh computer
Canned beer going on sale

Joost now has Celebrity Deathmatch. Sadly they aren't the original episodes, but the handful that aired in 2006 when the show briefly came back. Might I suggest watching The Osbournes vs. The Olsens? The tactic used to kill Jack is priceless.

That is all.