Check it out, video clip of Meg on the Fox News morning show:

This Thanksgiving break I’ll be heading over to Ireland to visit some friends.  Roundtrip tickets were just over $500 so I figured why not.  I’ll be flying into Dublin then traveling to Belfast and spending the week there.  My buddy told me he was gonna get me “lamped” which I can only assume means drunk (what else do the Irish do anyways besides drink).  Not much to talk about because its pretrip but I’m sure I’ll have a lot of pics to share when I get back.

In high school, back when I used to go paint balling each month, I met a guy who introduced himself simply as “The Blur”.  You see The Blur wasn’t just some ordinary guy.  He wore a white wife beater to handicap himself out on the paint ball field, but it didn’t matter because all you would see is a white blur and you would be shot.  I never saw this with my own eyes but I heard testimonial from those that have and they said that the blurry vision gave them a reason for living.

Having not played paint ball in over 8 years I lost contact with The Blur.  Come to find out The Blur wasn’t satisfied with the level at which his skills were at and went out to hone them.  Unfortunately he got so good that he is now in a constant state of blurness.  Unable to come into focus, he is trapped in a hazy world of ill defined images.  Some say that The Blur transcended to the next level of being.  I believe he’s still out there.  In the morning when you have just woken up and your eyes haven’t adjusted to being open yet is when he will try to communicate with you.  It’s for a split second but if you believe hard enough you will see him.

January 1st was doom-new-lazer-year, but today is yours.

Happy quarter century, Ms. Black.

Instead of watching Bill watch you watch him sleep, you might want to come down to Chicago and listen to my stand-up act at this: http://www.iww.org/en/node/4300

I know what many of you are thinking: Why are you doing stand-up? Stay sitting down. Your ass is plenty funny. That, and you’ll just wind up acting like Woody Allen, except more nervous and twitchy.

Valid points. But if I ever want to play small shows in Wisconsin, I have to test the act in the big city of big shoulders.

Anywho, if you miss this Saturday’s show, I’m sure to have the top billing on the marquee at the Kenosha bar, TG’s, soon, too.

Guys I could seriously use some help.  At the party on Saturday someone opened the back door too hard and it smashed into the cabinets breaking it.  I went to Menards with the Hewk and a replacement door costs about $250.  There’s no way I can pay for that right now.  If anyone could lend me some money I will write you a check as soon as I get my loan from school.  I really hate asking for favors but I’m up shit creek and there’s really nothing left for me to do.  If any of you guys could help me out I would greatly appreciate it.

I broke my laptop. I kinda fell on it. All the black goo from inside started leaking out. The point of this story is that I got my replacement display today and it turns out it’s an upgrade. Better resolution and a built in webcam. My pain is your pleasure. Enjoy, perverts!

This evening, a few hundred or so people participated in the cancer walk in Kenosha. My buddy from the dog track (the finance guy) has done this a few years now with his coworkers. After the son of one of his coworkers was diagnosed with brain cancer, the credit union where he works started a cancer walk team. The walk runs from 5pm to 9am. This is more laborious than sitting in a folding chair, pissing on Carpet Land, while waiting in line for a PS2. This over-nighter is about moving and staying up, because cancer doesn’t take a night off.

My dog track friend asked me to stop in and bring coffee. Had I mahuang, I would have mixed it into the coffee before I gave it to his credit union team. I passed off the coffee like I was passing off a baton and took to the track. I walked 9 laps with dog track friend. We talked about the stock market (invest in Brazil!), talked about how we’re polar opposites in many opinions, and walked and talked and walked and talked.

This was a lot of fun. Around the track people were setup like this was a street fare. Pulled pork sandwiches was being sold at one tent; gumbo at another. Light sticks all over the track and field. Live music mixed with bug spray and pink ribbons. Were I allowed to drink I would have stayed until 9am. But I didn’t stay.

I left after an hour. On the drive away, I heard on the WPR that “scientific studies” predict that 40% of all Americans will be diagnosed with cancer by the year 20-something.

In the future, walking will cause cancer.