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So I recently joined the OkCupid dating community and, after answering literally hundreds of questions–supposedly as a way to improve the accuracy of my matches–I finally ran a search…  It seems that the person most compatible with me–anywhere in the world–is only a 43% match, lists “watching television” as one of the things that she is really good at, and her purse as one of the six things she couldn’t live without.

If anyone has a large caliber military-grade assault weapon that they wouldn’t mind shooting me with, I reside at 2333 East Rialto Place, in Tombstone, AZ.  Continental breakfast available at your discretion.

I’m not typically in a habit of posting third party material on my site, however, this presentation needs to be seen, plain and simple. Furthermore, I can’t imagine anyone–short of a complete imbecile–who would support the PIPA / SOPA legislature.

Welcome to Tombstone; a small western town where the local convenience establishment invites you to start fresh… with LIQUOR!

I may still be a ways away from investing in an actual pet, but I think that this is a small step in the right direction.  I went to Lowe’s and got a pot, a drip tray, some potting soil, and now I’m going to have a plant!  Yep…  I figured I’d start by shoving a few onions in there just to see if I can grow some chives.  If that works, I’ll plant some Devil’s Ivy and call it “Climby.”

No, it’s not a Christmas gift.  In fact, I had it since Friday; I just figured I’d share.  It’s the Kershaw Crown II classic gentleman’s “folder” pocket knife with a Micarta handle.  Time to cut some shit up, I guess.

I was just on the phone with my bank’s customer service to activate a new card.  I kid you not, after confirming a few numbers, the lady said:  “Thank you for those informations.”  Don’t you have to pass high school level English to work at a bank?

On a totally unrelated subject, I found some sands in my shoe…