Like nuggets of joy from the gods.

Howdy. I'm currently designing some new shirts for my band, and I'm screwed on one design. I've been doing the others freehand, but this one i need some photoshop skills, of which i posses none.
This design is kinda stupid, but we like it.
It's a replica of the tide detergent label, but with our logo instead of the tide logo, and underneath, where it says "With bleach alternative!", we want " 33% more gooder!"
If anybody can hook me up let me know. You'll get full design credit, and judging from some of the sigs, it shouldn't be a problem to pull off.

Well boys and girls, you know what tomorrow is, the first day of fall. And you know what this means? No more short skirts

I don't know about you, but I can think of nothing sexier than a comely young lady who wraps her nether region in a piece of fabric that comes just about mid-thigh...if not higher. And it just uber-sexy when they have that little slit up the side. Oh man, just thinking about it now creates a tingle in my naughty bits. I am going to miss the women walking around work in those things. A low cut sweater is nice, but nothing compared to a tight little booty hugger.

On a completely separate topic, I love Skittles

So, my company had an international meeting last week and took us all to dinner. We went to this uppity chinese restaurant and supposedly had 'the best seat in the house', which ended up being in the kitchen.

My question to you all is...

Is the best seat in the house actually the table in the kitchen? If so, why?

If not, where is the best seat?

To me, sitting in the kitchen is annoying because there are people constantly walking by, it's noisy, it smells and it's hot. But, apparently this was "the chef's table". In the end, I was not impressed and would've rather sat at a table in the corner away from the hustle and bustle of the kitchen. Maybe I lack culture, but this is my perspective.

Anyone going?

This is where we will pray to Bruce Campbell. Come, join me.


He's got a new movie coming out, from the producers of Army of Darkness.

Bubba Ho-tep


I always enjoyed Evil Dead and Army of Darkness.

Five Alive, baby. Nothing like a tall glass of five fruit juices from concentrate to quench my thrist and provide me with my daily essential vitamins. MMM, Five Alive is the shit, and all ya'll juices and beverages can go to hell.

So I finally go around to reading Moneyball, The Art Of Winning At An Unfair game on the flight into San Antonio. The book is supposed to be about Billy Beane and how he is able to keep the A's in the top tier of baseball despite having one of the lowest payrolls. The book kind of ventures in several directions though, talking in length about Bill James, reknowned baseball analyst and writer as players and agents in Oakland's organization.

I found it interesting how the A's are basically run from the top down, the manager having little to no say in how the organization is run. Howe was basically a figurehead, causing me to question his value to the Mets.

One of the passages that made me chuckle was the story of a player who got his one and only at bat due to the regular player complaining that his hemmoroids were bothering him.

Has anyone else read this book?

This hotel is great, right on the riverwalk. Any of you fuckers live out here? Give me some cool local places to check out.

Sometimes I do little bananadances. :banana: