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I encountered some kind strangers. There's not one mean thing in this post. Maybe a hit of body shaming, but I don't even think there's that...

This afternoon, I stepped outside to make a phone call. Not because I needed to have a private conversation. I was the only one home. I went outside, because AT&T can't find a way to provide a wireless signal that reaches into my house. I couldn't live in a more central, busy part of town, by the way.

This is the First Law of Broken Glass

I guess I'll fess up and admit that I've been blog cheating on you guys, but so far, I've only been doing it a little bit. I've got two new blogs up, and neither of them is really meant to shed any insight on my life, or even to entertain. So if you're a regular reader here, you won't be interested. But still.

Gymnastics was at 6:00 on Thursday, and that coincided with the time of the unveiling of the Shaqstue, which was happening in the parking lot shared by the Field House (location of gymnastics) and the basketball practice building. I went outside to watch the unveiling.

Willie Lyles, Parkinson's, star receiver makes himself ineligible with some violation that we don't understand, probation because of a years-ago violation recruiting a player who LSU refused to take because of said violation, and oh yeah, I heard something about a fight at a bar.

We all know that you should wash your hands after using the toilet. Unsaid, but equally well understood is the fact that there are some places where it's just fine not to wash your hands after you use the toilet. Let this serve as my attempt to quantify when and when it is not okay.

I've got more stories about the New York Stat trip, plus lots of pictures and videos linked here.

Theskinnyonbenny family had one long, full day to be tourists in Washington D.C this summer. We did the normal wandering around of governmental buildings and monuments.

Have you ever come back from a nice dinner to find a friend in the pool out back, naked as a jaybird, and both hands over his head, one holding a rusty machete and the other holding an open bottle of Patron?

The theskinnyonbenny family spent last week on Lake George, in upstate New York. Or I guess more accurately, we were on a little spit of the lake that dumps into a river. We could boat or drive to the lake, but poor landscaping prevented the picturesque view that we deserved as tourists from far away.