Why is it...

...that my credit card company thinks I need 10 pages of tiny print to say "I'll pay you back"?

How Right I Was...

About the liver thing in the last post, that is. Friday I took the ladies to the Abita Brewery for a charming tour and all the free beer we could swill. Then we stopped off at the nearby brewpub for cheeseburgers and metabolizing (hint: blood alcohol levels do not go down significantly if you keep drinking). Then I came home and had a food coma.

All day today I've been dragging ass. It was soooo worth it.

It's Friday!

...for me, anyway. I'm on the last day of a 7 day stretch, and looking forward to the sweet, sweet days off that are coming as a reward. 12 more hours of joy, then...watch out liver, here it comes!

What's Next, Combat Shoelaces?

The TMT Tactical Wallet has a watertight seal to protect the multiple secret compartments on the inside. On the outside it has a toothpick, tweezers, compass, glass breaker, and--no I'm not kidding--a combat striking edge. The wallet itself is made of RFID blocking material so bad guys can't get your info that way.

It's like having a ninja in your pocket, except it doesn't get its ass kicked by pirates every 5 minutes.

GraphJam...is there anything it doesn't know?

I've never wanted kids. Everyone who knows me knows that. Here are some reasons why:

This next graph is in no way related.

Yes, every married man knows this. But it's good to have a reminder now and then.

h/t to the good folks at GraphJam.