The greatest thing about awful weather: that one shining day in February where it’s sunny and 53 degrees out.

The greatest thing about neglecting a haircut for months: highways with the windows down and the moonroof open.

Two people complained to me in the past four days about working for more than 50 hours this week.  My work hours don’t bother me.

My computer is still a complete piece of trash, my camera stopped holding a battery charge today, and I still have to kill myself every month to wrap up selling ads in the magazine.  And everything is just fine.  The things a little weather, and some soul food music, can do.

To prevent this from being my most somber post to date:

1) I bowled a 174 a week and a half ago.  Six strikes in a game.  What the hell!  Here’s an image.

2) And here’s a counter image.

3) I wish I could link you, but the Malcolm in the Middle Bowling episode is nowhere to be found on the internet. But you already knew how I felt about that one.