On Saturday morning, I got to the tailgate party spot early. Between 5:30 and 6:30, I unloaded the astounding amount of crap that I can fit into a Jeep. Although it was still dark, it was already kind of hot. The air was heavy with humidity and there was nary a breeze. I sat down to cool off and switched from hot coffee to a cold bloody mary. About that time, a large group of joggers passed through. I shouted my encouragement. "Hey psychopaths! Come get a donut and a beer!"

Nothing says "it's time for football" better than a message like this.

By the time you see this post, I might have updated my little reading list to the side. Or then again, I might not have. This summer has featured really bad television along with Mrs. theskinnyonbenny being out of town or at work dinners more often than I'm used to. The result is that I've been reading books like Burgess Meredith in that old Twilight Zone episode.

The other day, I was bicycling around the lakes near LSU. I was coming up behind a walker who was cruising down the center of the bike path. This isn't uncommon, and it's not a big deal. But I don't want to just fly up past with an inch or two to spare. I would either scare the shit out of her, or if she veers the wrong way, cause an accident with no serious injury, but one that features a lot of spilled blood.

An interesting tattoo, me being a dick, and a sweeeeeet offer.

I just recently learned that today is a holiday. Victory Over Japan Day. "Where?" one might you ask.

This is the week that I've officially turned on Wife Swap. For a few weeks in a row, I've found that I uncharacteristically didn't want to watch. The episodes that were starting looked to be just like other episodes (or maybe the same ones) that I had already seen. But I've come to realize that pretty much all of the episodes are exactly the same, and that I've had enough. Just like potato chips.

I'm the only person that I know anymore who's truly a fan of professional cycling. I used to have a couple of buddies at work who kept up with it, but no more. It's just me spending my July evenings alone with Paul Sherwin and Phil Liggit on OLN.

You know how in Peanuts, a really angry person would be represented by a sour face and a big bunch of scribble right over their head? Well that's how Mrs. theskinnyonbenny looked yesterday morning. It started at 3:30 in the morning. For some reason, I was awake, watching a show about crocodiles on the National Geographic channel. To my great surprise, Mrs. theskinnyonbenny bolted out of the bedroom angry enough to be fitted for a straight jacket.

This little thing is my new nephew, born a couple of weeks back. The photo came to me with the following stream of consciousness:

There was a close-to-home episode of Dirty Jobs that premiered last week. The episode is titled "Skull Cleaner," but before we got to the stripping of skin, tendons, and brains from animal skulls, the host (Mike) went to a couple of those coon-ass meat shops to learn how to cook Louisiana-style.

I'm not gonna lie. I'm tired. I've been working long days, and then spending as much awake time as I can trying to enjoy Waikiki. In other words, I've pretty much kept up the routine that I described in the last post, but I am indeed ready to go home. There are a few moderately amusing things from the office this week.