1. 68 Second Solitaire Game. Boo-yah.
2. Is there any song more guilty and yet more just rock awesome than Boys of Summer by Don Henley? For real. Damn. I wonder if there is a way I can make the song play while you read this.
A few other things:
Q. How can you tell that I have lived with Austin Gray for three years?
A. Part I: I said Boo-yah up there.
A. Part II: I called someone an Ass Clown in traffic the other day.
A. Part III: I spent a healthy part of this morning researching methods of making your own sausage at home. This is after a long-running debate about this process and the potential ickiness of it. But I figure, so long as I keep my foot firmly planted on the Will We Get Our Own Pig to Therefore Raise and Slaughter Issue (Austin's defense: it would be like a pet, and we'd name it Joey Joe Joe), I can help with grinding up some spicy bits and maybe some non-scary pork shoulder that we buy at a store and don't have to hack off a formerly-live animal ourselves. Particularly one with a name.
That's all I've got today. More news on yesterday's requested Karma-fest soon. Sushi tonight, hooray! And chicken parmesan at home tomorrow, yum yum.