Typepad was being a complete butt all day long, blocking me from posting and you from reading. That's okay; I didn't have much to say anyway.
My neighbors are having a party right now. They're nice. I'm invited. However, the many cars parked on my street all seem to be late-model Volkswagens, with a smattering of BMWs. Am I being a prejudiced shit if I say I can fairly assume it's not going to be my type of crowd? On the other hand, they really are pretty nice, and my intel from Adeel at the Monarch Mart indicates that the man of the house purchased a keg of Stella Artois this afternoon.
Eenie meenie minie screw it. Why take ten steps across the street when I can put on my hermit pants, eat leftover Thai Kitchen, and watch cable until I fall asleep?