Rhetorical Question of the Day.
Is it horrible that I don't have a New Year's resolution yet and 2006 is rapidly approaching?
-Fang.
Is it horrible that I don't have a New Year's resolution yet and 2006 is rapidly approaching?
-Fang.
Blog'd by Fang at 6:18 PM
Dear Santa,
Christmas is less than 2 weeks away. Between you, me, and this electronic device, I'm kinda bummed out - or maybe it's just plain old synical. A little bit of Ebenezer Scrooge meets The Grinch.
I just watched Angel compile a list of things she wants for Christmas. Ballerina slippers, and one of those large bubble wands. That's just Angel. There's a flock of us. (Pun intended.) Let's be honest, and here comes the bah-humbug part...you can't get her all that stuff. You're a busy guy.
As cheese-whiz as this is gonna sound, and I'll deny saying it if anyone ever asks, we need a little Christmas. It's been a rough year. I'm not sure how it's gonna happen, though. Maybe you have some tricks up your red sleeves.
-Fang.
P.S. We may not have a chimney for you to squeeze yourself down, but Max can supply you with some stellar homemade cookies that will surely rival any goodies you'll find that those other kid's places.
Blog'd by Fang at 4:45 PM
If I were a coffee-drinker, I would have spat it out while I was reading USA Today Monday morning. Instead, I just sat there with my jaw open and pointed a lot.
Check out the link. Can't believe it!
-Max
Blog'd by Max at 1:54 PM
I thought everything was peachy keen lately until I decided to visit my pals at wingkidsarereal.com. (What can I say? I was bored.)
I haven't heard anything from those clowns since June, but I guess we were spotted at the Thanksgiving Day Parade. I swear this chip sends out "We're here!" vibes to whoever's around - bad, good, or otherwise. We can never just BLEND with the crowd. (Maybe the pack of kids with no parental supervision and a bonus dog in tow is a red flag?)
The "money for pictures" thing is sort of...er, freaky. Celebrities in L.A. have people hiding in bushes just to get a snapshot of them eating a burrito. Imagine how intense things will get over winged-kid exploitation?
Note to self: Trust no one.
-Max
Blog'd by Max at 8:07 PM