You guys. My mind is useless for a blog.
But most importantly?
VACATION. And to those inquiring minds, Comic Con is a big convention that started out like a million years ago for comic books. It's become a lot more than that, bringing vendors from all sorts of media to it, like movies. Jesse is going for the comic books. I'm going for the ladies. Kidding. I'm going for the t-shirts.
And the ladies.
I must find something else to talk about.
Here's a picture of a homeless guy an old friend of mine took while he was driving. It's okay, there was no law against that then.
His sign says "See if you can hit me with quarters."
With my Ford Escort #1, the odometer only had five digits. Meaning that someday I would drive it to 100,000 miles and it would just be 0 again. I had been awaiting the day it my car's mileage would start over, as it were, and one fateful night it happened. I was in the car with my friend Tony, driving to St. Johns when it slowly rolled on over to zero.
This is the email I sent my parents with that picture back in 2006:
"Check it out, dawgs. However, that last number does look like a five. But it's not. And see how the speed is at zero? It's because I STOPPED ON A BRIDGE."
First of all, yes, I still call my parents "dawgs" and second of all, my friend wasn't the least bit enthused we stopped on a bridge. I don't mean like "Oh, careful for the bridge, you might fall in the creek (or crick)" kind of bridge. But there was no one behind us, CALM DOWN. He didn't UNDERSTAND. The Blue Bullet was starting over!!!
Fourth of all, how did my mom not have a heart attack with all these cryptic emails I sent her about stopping on bridges and the like? Oh man, I read the whole thread from my sister for that email and she had said, "I can't believe you stopped on a bridge. I only do that to light cigarettes or open a beer."
Not long after that, Ford Escort #1 stopped. As in, no more go. I donated it to the Diabetus Association. Yes I know I spelled it wrong. I pronounce diabetes like an old man.
And here's a toothpastefordinner.com comic:
That's all for today, folks. I'll be here next week to disappoint you some more.
Okay, you convinced me. Here's a picture from Brittney's wedding a couple years ago when we all helped her pee while in her wedding dress.