My girl be settin' booby traps to catch me eatin' Scooby Snax

So yeah... here we are in 2010. The year we make contact. The year we get contacts... or buy contact paper... or something like that. I don't really keep up with all that, so I'll have to just assume that I've got it correctly.

Anyway, thanks to a commenter named after a Greek letter- incidentally, how cool is that. Anyone named after letters of any alphabet is sporting some Top Shelf nomenclature. Jay, Dee, Zed, Enyay - all great names. Multiple letters is also quite swell, e.g. CeCe, JayCee, VeeDee. OK, maybe not VD so much...
So yeah, I've been spurred to post more often. I think I can at least manage to post a handful of times this year, so let's get right on that, shall we?

My main point here is that I've got an entire case of pristine Girl Scout Cookies sitting in my kitchen. 12 delicious boxes of tasty tasty Thin Mints that are mine, all mine. I estimate they'll last through Tuesday.

So if you haven't yet acquired your personal share of Girl Scout Cookies, I highly recommend you do so promptly. I'll be on the prowl for another fix very soon.

Time will always slip through

I decree today to be Random thought Leap Day. Because, you know, I have the time, energy, and motivation to post just about that often.

First up, Maybe I shouldn't post so often. Otherwise, I'd get people sending me pictures of their naked bodies, like Rachy does. Sometimes I swear she only blogs in order to keep that river of sweet boobie pictures flowin' in.

And speaking of naked pictures, I've been watching a hell of a lot of porn lately. Kindof. Well, it's Food Network, but still... I know you guys understand exactly what I mean.
Look, I was off cable for about seven years, and only recently got back on the pipe. When I fisrt sat down to re-acquaint myself with cable it was like the end of 2001: A Space Odyssey when Dave goes through the Star Gate. Oh sure, I now realize that it's pretty much the same crap on TV now that it was back in the day... except for the Food Network.
I get that in order to keep viewers coming back again and again, you have to cultivate a visceral experience for them, much like pornography does. Except that Food Network has to hold your attention for at least half an hour, but porn only has to make it interesting for a couple minutes.
So yeah, it's food porn, but it's industrial-strength food porn. And my entire point in this mini-dissertation is that the other night when I was getting ready to play my Iron Chef drinking game, (e.g. drink once when Alton declares that the Ice Cream Machine is on, twice if he does it overly enthusiastically) I heard Alton offhandedly mention umami. I am not ashamed to admit that I got a bit of a stiffy from that.

I've seen a couple groups of kids out selling Girl Scout Cookies this week. I pray there's none of them around when I get paid, or I might as well not even bother going to the bank to deposit it.