Hey Jakey,

No big news. It's just the end of the day, and it's a tad easier to sit here at the office and surf a bit than it is to actually get in the car and head home. Here's a word that I learned a couple weeks ago in some techie magazine, or maybe it was just Time magazine: "info-snacking." I like it. It's what I do for a living, it's what I do in my free time. My life is about "info-snacking."

Anyway, before I headed home, just wanted to highlight the following sentence from a blog entry two days before I found out I was PG:

"I stopped at the beach and smoked a cigarette and had a refreshing breakfast of potato chips and diet coke..."

Good lord.... if this baby isn't born with two heads and a blow-hole, it'll be a miracle.

Love ya, be home in about 40 minutes!

EDIT: Here's some more that I've found from the past three months or so.

"the drinks were ridiculously cheap, $4 for a call drink. "Hello, Jim Beam!" I called. The 'tender said they're the cheapest drinks on the lake, and they haven't raised the prices since 1980. Wow. Good to know."

or how 'bout this:

"And the 'tenders kept getting in the way, and chatting. It took three entire Bourbon-and-Diets to get me to the point where I wasn't pissed off about that. Well drinks, that is, not call drinks... I'm on a budget!"