I don’t quite understand why, but for some reason I’ve been really tired during the morning at work this week. I say I don’t know why, because I feel like I’m getting plenty of sleep (or, at the very least, as much sleep as I was getting before I moved into the Apartment), my new bed is really comfortable, and I’m having no problem waking up for work in the morning. So I don’t get it. Any ideas?

Here’s some photos from today’s combination housewarming party/birthday party for Ward.

…photos from Becca’s birthday dinner are now online and available for your viewing pleasure.

Once again, the guys at Penny Arcarde manage to capture me exactly…

AP/BBC News Online

MiltyD: So what do you think the english-translated Japanese title for “xXx” would have been?
MiltyD: I was thinking “Super Happy Extreme Death Man Explodes Magic”
Wawar1: Ummm…..”Man With Tattoos Jumps Places Where Things Are Shooting Fire”
MiltyD: “Crazy Xander Extreme Man Super Explosion Adventure”!
Wawar1: “Man Has Big Gun. Can’t You Tell He Is Serious?!?”

I know I haven’t blogged much of late. I’ve had the apartment thing going on, then there was Becca’s birthday, and the not sleeping so much, and the absolute most craptacular day I’ve had so far at ETS. So that’s why there are no photos from Becca’s birthday dinner posted here yet. But they will be. Soon.

Also, a quick memo to the good people at IKEA: You can’t have any more of my money. You have it all already.

Phase one complete. Moving into phase two…

So, it’s August, and I’m officially “living” somewhere else. Except I’m not.

The way I planned the move into the Apartment of Fun, it was supposed to go in three stages:

1) Furniture.
2) Stuff & Things.
3) Me.

Phase one (ideally) should have been completed tonight, but a delay at IKEA and an errant rainstorm meant holding off another day to build my shelving. Other than that, I just need to get my dresser over there so I can begin phase two. Military precision this ain’t. But I’m getting there. Friday is my target…

Oh, and Becca‘s home!

This article pretty much sums up how I feel about commercial radio in general. Specifically…

Since the radio station doubtlessly realized that bowling shirts and football jerseys and zany expressions probably weren’t enough to cinch the deal, the billboard offered one final inducement to get people to tune into John and Frank. It featured a cartoon dog pointing a cartoon gun at our cartoon heroes and the words, “Listen — Or They Get It.”

I don’t think I need to explain to regular readers of TeeVee — folks who laugh at the failure of others and routinely call for the scalps of those whose lack of talent offends our sense of right and wrong — the folly of an ad campaign that ties an increased listening audience with sparing the lives of the drive-time Morning Zoo Crew. Because if all that’s standing between two wacky DJs and their murder at the hands of a ruthless dog assassin is me tuning in on a regular basis, then I’m sorry, fellas, but you’d best phone up your next of kin and make your peace with God.