Last week, I hit a Harley Davidson with my car.  Sweet!

This guy on a Harley blew through a red light as I was going through a busy intersection in Mankato.  I rammed into the back of the bike pretty hard, but he only wobbled a bit and stayed on two wheels.  He stopped a little way up the street, looked at the damage to his bike and then ripped off ( Read more... )

I used to have two friends (I won’t name names) that believed very strongly in the ear wax candle, or coning-a candle you stick in your ear that, when lit, creates a suction that supposedly sucks all the wax from your inner ear.  They used them all the time and swore that they could hear better after each use.  They tried to get me to use it, and ( Read more... )

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I bought my sweetie a bass.  Boy, is she going to be surprised.

I was going to buy her a new Bronco on Musiciansfriend.com, but this one has an upgraded pickup and a cool-looking pickguard.  I wanted to change those two things anyway.  The Bronco is a short-scale bass made for people with small hands.

She's really going to like this bass.  I can't ( Read more... )

is freaking me out, man.

I want everyone who reads this to ask me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me anything you want. Then I want you to go to your journal, copy and paste this allowing your friends (including myself) to ask you anything.

Mostly, I'm worried the people at work will discover it. And, I'm worried that because I'm worried about that, there won't be much to say for four days a week, because I spend most of my time at work, and I really have a lot of issues with it. Plus, I'm worried that bitching about work will be terrifically dull for anyone else who might stumble ( Read more... )