I'm back, bitches (and on solid food)

Sorry for the unexcused absence, hippies. I'd love to say that I was off in Scotland, counter-protesting the unhinged idiocy. It would be much more accurate, though, to say that I just effed off and got drunk. I've been looking for a new drink, see. Gin and tonics (Beefeater's, snatch) have been my standard, but they're a bit tired now. At the J-Bizz 4th of July "Let's Grill Some Shit!" shindig, Rochester suggested the Orange Genius, which I'm crazy stoked to try. (He also demonstrated the impossibility, under certain conditions, of a shaken can of beer spraying everywhere.) But in the recent meantime, it's been scotch and soda. Shiny, but a tad potent. Rocks my effing socks off, true, but I need a drink that I can have, like, 5 of without dying. Scotch and soda is not that drink, as J-Wacks can probably attest.

Moving along, one or two important things have happened since I've been gone. Of course, we celebrated the anniversary of our nation's independence from the land of poor food, but a much more imporant anniversary also took place on July 4. Can you guess what it is, hippies? That's right! My blogiversary! Or is it my blogday? Whatevers! This blog turned one year old yesterday! Think of it! All the time you've spent reading my unhinged rants over the last year, you could've been doing something productive. You could've contributed to the nation's GDP by working, you could've learned to play the piano, you could've learned another language, or actually worked up the nerve to go talk to the cute red haired statistician who works on the third floor and drives a truck. But no. You've chosen to spend your time reading about iPod innanery and the Bush twins (speaking of which, we are not amused). For that I thank you.

Anywho, in the coming weeks, I hope to have the new design I promised you up and running. While you're waiting, not working, enjoy this picture of a ginormous truck I saw the other day. And check out the new traxxx in the BlogRadio.