First off, congratulations to Aaron, who has earned a spot on the blogroll by commenting here, and quite the witty debut at that. I've been enjoying his blog for a little while now and had hoped to one day add him to the roll. Rules are rules, though, and for no good reason whatsoever I decided at the fairly recent outset of this blog that entry could only be gained by leaving a comment. Don't worry, though: Your spot is cemented and you don't have to ever visit this site again. In the meantime I'll be extra vigilant about using your/you're correctly.
And for Julie's benefit (because she was so destroyed by the revelation last week that I would actually be paid for writing about my otherwise altruistic trip on public transportation) I repeated my journey to work by bike and bus despite the mid-20s pre-dawn temps. And I won't be paid a dime. And it was really effin cold when I got up to speed on the Curtlo (that's my ride.) So Julie, I hope it was a step toward restoring your faith in me. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go have the tip of my nose and three fingers amputated due to frostbite.
Nah, it wasn't that cold. It actually kept me from being too sweaty when I got here.
Who else tuned into American Gladiators last night? Yeah, me neither. Actually, curiosity got the best of us and we did watch a few minutes of it at the end. You know what? Not a single mullet! No shit! And you can't blame that on the writer's strike. What does that leave us with? Basically it's MXC without the giggly Japanese contestants or the hilarious over-dub play-by-play of Vic Romano and Kenny Blankenship. In other words, nothing. TV sucks.
I'll leave you with the far-eastern ridiculousness of MXC, nee Takeshi's Castle.