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A little exercise to try to get that silly song with so many instances of a particular four letter word out of my head.

Taking your kids to practice sounds like fun before you have to do it. Here's what I'm thinking about while I'm just sitting around waiting for practice to be over.

A short funny post about a podcaster who is clueless about flyover America.

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A thought I had about the days in the Easter season, plus one of those observations that kids make.

Twofer post: a little scene that played out and confused me, plus a little contest that I thought of regarding band names.

A short conversation, and despite the title, this one is not for the kids.

Over the last couple of years, birthday week has been a source of some little bit of stress. The source of this is all of the Facebook greetings from people whose birthdays that I've ignored for years.

Tip of the cap to AAA. I called last night because we had a car with a dead battery. The only thing I had to type in for the computer is my account number. Called again today, and their system must have associated my phone number and the account, because I got right to a human without having to enter anything. She confirmed me by name, and I didn't have to read off my number or verify any silly childhood memories. Very nice.

I was getting ready for work this morning, and I substituted a long sleeved button down shirt for my usual short sleeved short.

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Vanya's class did some little gift for the teacher's birthday, and she sent an email with this photo telling us all thank you.

If you have a three year old, you can make some extra money by getting a part time job naming drugs for pharmicutical companies. And it couldn't be easier. Just combine the name of cartoon characters on any two of your household televisions.

This may cost me some presents, but it needs to be reported: Santa is incompetent. Particularly so when it comes to contingency planning.

Yesterday, some miraculous combination of hydrodynamic forces combined in just the right way so that when I flushed the toilet, and the water was about to go down, a teaspoon full flew out and hit me in the shirt.

A buddy of mine -- coincidentally one named Craig -- forwarded me a link to this Craigslist post.

A month or so ago, we were driving through the LSU campus, and there were two university club teams playing that fake sport from Harry Potter with the broomsticks. I only saw what I could glimpse as I passed from a moving car, but they definitely had a few spectators and two teams running around on their sticks.

Here's your new drinking game, good this week only: take a drink every time you hear "New Haven Firefighters."

I'm finally to the point in the Cox customer service process where instead of calling a machine, getting frustrated, and then eventually getting a range of hours during which the guy might show up, the guy calls me directly and asks me for a firm time that he can show up at my house at my convenience. Don't be jealous. You have to suffer through immensely bad service, then take time out of your day to go down and bitch before you can get to this point.

We're in for some bad weather this weekend, and it's a shame. We've got some stuff to do this weekend that's going to be fun.

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I'm not 100% sure, but I might have made fun of Mrs. theskinnyonbenny when she joined Facebook. If I did, it was a good natured accusation of trying to hold on to fading youth, just as she did to me when I surrounded my phone with a bright green protective case.

My kid is really growing up. So far, he's had difficulty with V's, so he pronounced his name "NaaNaa." Yesterday, he got the V in the mix: "VVVVVnaanaa."

Jamarcus Russell did some very poor quarterbacking this week.

I never thought of Sesame Street as having seasons or needing to run promotions, but I guess it makes sense that both are indeed the case. I stumbled onto this video promoting the season that starts this August, and it's clear that this particular video is targeted at the parents more than at the kids.

Short little observations. Maybe you'll find one of them funny.

Taking a page from my sister's blog, I'll tell you about an incredibly minor -- but nevertheless irritating -- injury that I've suffered. I'm sure it's not interesting, but I've posted nothing else, and the other two ideas that I have for what to blog this week are going to take up more time than this story.

Just a quick note to let you know that I'm still around.

I hereby declare the end of my contest, with Shelly as the winner (and only participant). It might have been easy to beat Shelly. You didn't actually have to be mad about whatever your topic -- getting The Advocate to publish a bogus rant would have been twice as much fun. So you could have come up with anything.

I tore this feature out of the corner of the paper last week. It struck me as unusual. If it ran again this week, I didn't see it. I've been trying for a week to think of something that would be outrageous enough to amuse, yet still be published. I haven't really thought of anything that was all that good, but I feel compelled to submit a false problem anyway.

I'm just gonna say it again for this year: I'm not a big fan of 4th of July. It's too hot for a holiday where the main event is outside. And what's so great about fireworks anyway? The lights are okay, but they are accompanied by the most ungodly racket. Who needs that? (and happy 85th birthday to me. I'll go trim my nose hair now.)

This post is an unorganized mess of links, graphics, and junk. Hopefully, the busy screen will distract you from the fact that I don't have anything to say.

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.

Let's face it. Unless you travel somewhere -- and somewhere doesn't include Baton Rouge -- summer is D - U - L - L, dull. College baseball is over (at least for me it's over), and the NBA will be done pretty soon. Let's not pretend that Major League Baseball is interesting. (At least not the games. The steroid controversies are a little interesting.) I have yet to cut the sleeves off of a collared shirt, and therefore don't have that part of my brain that would also allow me to follow NASCAR.

Mrs. theskinnyonbenny was waiting in an airport to catch a flight yesterday, around 3:00 in the afternoon, and she text messaged me out of boredom:

I Google myself from time to time, just to see what other yahoos with my name are out there doing. Believe me, there are some people putting up much more embarassing stuff than I am.

I spent all day Friday and Saturday on an errand that kept me in the car all day. Here are three things I learned from two straight days of talk radio.

Some notes on things that weren't good enough to merit their own post: fake rich people, a food note, a musical endeavor, and a wild story from the news.

I woke up at 3:00 this morning and never did get back to sleep. It's now 8:30 in the evening, and I've started and deleted this entry twice before my current attempt. I usually start writing with a half-formed idea or two, and somehow, my brain turns them into paragraphs without it seeming like an effort.

Here is a collection of random observations with the uniting theme that they come from my business trip in Philidelphia. Think of it as four mini-blog posts, that you get for the low low price of one single post.

More thoughts that I'm inclined to share, but don't have enough to say to write a whole entry....

I would like to meet the person who came up with, "Thank you for not smoking," just so that I can call him a pussy to his face. Think about it. Better yet, read it out loud and slow: "Thank you for not smoking."

I happened on this gem of a gift at a friend of mine's yesterday. This is a wallet that someone (who I don't know) gave her as a gift. I don't really have much to add to this. The horrid nature of the gift speaks for itself.

I have some stories to tell, but too much clutter in my brain to get to them. Hopefully, this random list will help clear out some of that clutter.