The Summer Of George

Well, I have a work contract that starts on the 1st of May. So, I am declaring my 'summer of George' hopefully I'll be able to:

1. Reading a book, from beginning to end and in that order.
2. Play frolf. At least once.
3. Watch a television programming, like The White Shadow and the Tony Awards.
4. At least in the first couple days, I'll intended to relax or, de-compress.
5. Purchase a new recliner with a refrigerator in it, stocked with soda.
6. Mid-morning naps.
7. Insignificant telephone conversations.
8. Banging my head on tables
9. Grow a mustache.

Vile Weed!!!

I fucking hate the people peddling YFS votes. Like Newman hates Broccoli.

Forgotten Blog

Another forced Seinfeld relation here goes:

Kramer: Little Jerry Seinfeld. I named my chicken after you.

Jerry: Thanks, that's very sweet, but that's not a chicken.

Kramer: Of course it is. I picked it out myself.

Jerry: Well, you picked a rooster.

Kramer: Well, that would explain Little Jerry's poor egg production.

So today, a nameless classmate suggested that I (Little Jerry) be featured in a little piece of her website, down in the bottom corner (like a chicken). Instead I suggested that I represent the cursor (Rooster).

I hope I don't have poor egg production.