keep in mind we live like 100 miles apart, Mr. Framingham!
but, um, yes.

now we have to shoot you.

Only if neuro wears the tux and has the champagne glass in hand at all times.

alors, c'est mignon

Don't shoot me. Just tie me up in your basement, ie: Colin and Kerri's Underground of Love.

ix-nay on the
asment-bay!

Right, right, right.

I don't want to be shot.

Got it.

nah, we just have a crappy garden level. All this can be yours for half a million dollars.

Coupla things:

The first picture from last night may become my new desktop. So. Awesome.

The second picture could be better. ayah, I do want a reshoot of that one. Why are my arms just hanging limp like that?

Also, two pictures have been added to the Obnerarium.

Nice pics. One day i'll meet another obner in person.

1. I just did the whole sink's worth, so there.
2. Don't even think of horning in on my territory.
3. It takes more than good hygene and a pretty mustache to be a cabana boy. Rookie.

Plus you're nether regions are probably sore right this second from all the snatch hanging around your place. Cry me a friggin river.

I know food so of course I know Nueske's. I think the comparison holds up, i'll be interested to see what your verdict is on Sorg's.

So Boston ain't bad. I gotta say.

I left this morning at 6:20, figuring 2:40 was enough time to go 100 miles. I got there at 9:30. Close enough. I missed a turn in town, but I knew it right away, and did a big loop, asked a friendly guy if I was on the right track, and then got right to Cambridge. No sweat.

Training was painfully boring. I consoled myself by calculating my post-tax earnings for the day. The parking garage charged me $15 to park there all day, so I made the guy break a hundred. "You don't got anything smaller?" "Nope. Good thing your garage is incredibly expensive."

Asked an employee on the way out the door how best to get back on the pike, and he did me one better, and waited for me out front in his car, then led me all the way to it. Fucking right on, Boston! Thas what I'm talkin about. Nice town.

Got home in just over 2 hours. Stopped for gas, noticed my helmet smells like Casa De Ayah. Saw two ladies with huge hair and fake nails, staring at their gas cap in confusion. "We don't do this ourselves in Jersey" they say and giggle. ... I took the gas cap off for them and gave them the demo. "Why are you so nice?" "I'm from the South. Have a good day ladies. And make sure to crank it back on tight or your Check Engine light will come on."

And when I walk in, Ayah's got spaghetti with meatsauce. Aces. This is NICE. I'm pooped.

In the car, Busty, I'm telling phil about how there's this amazing bacon near yall's place, and he immediately says "Neuske's?" Fucking amazing. And really a testament to just how good that bacon is.

I'll be right over.

Maybe ayah should get a motorcycle, just to drive up to VT.

Yep, it's the best. A somewhat close second is Gunthorp Farms bacon. But Nueske's Applewood Smoked Bacon is THE BEST. None can test.

So you hanging in there buddy boy?

Spaghetti, mmm....

Yeah man. 6 hours on the bike will tire a man out. But 8 hours of lab training for someone who isn't going to work in a lab will REALLY put you to sleep. Tomorrow I go to my real location and get to work, thank jebus.

Was the mrs happy to get you back in one piece I hope?

She sure was.

At least you've got 50 miles less to go tomorrow, right?

25 less, but more importantly it's right where traffic starts. So it should be an hour and 20, hour 30 maybe.

Trained with a chick today that looked exactly like Julia Stiles, but skinnier. Is that how you spell her name?

This made me laugh audibly. Seriously considering replacing Colin McWonderboy with this instead.

. . . but seriously, I could still be a contender for Cabana Boy. Watch yr back.