my silent screams

ever since we were very young, my siblings and i seemed just naturally take different paths.

one of the perks of being boring and predictable:

despite my black clothing and tattoos, i never got into the whole piercing thing.

not really my flashback, but whatever… my mom loves ice cream so much that she told me when she was pregnant with me

on my wife’s suggestion, i looked up the effect of local nonpasteurized honey on allergies.

after spending a week listening to the “o brother where art thou” soundtrack, i’ve found that it’s not conducive to doing any work.

here an interesting bit of “o brother where art thou” trivia:

i remember when i was forced to choose an allegiance between the mets and the yankees.

hey! new category! welcome to flashback fridays, where i will try to remember something from my past, and put it here in my blog. at the very least, it’ll make me more diligent about writing stuff. oh, and it may not always be on a friday, but i’m too lazy to think up another category [...]

interestingly, the “dickens” is a euphemism for the devil: http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-dic3.htm

i made a stupid joke and ended up with egg on my face. see if you can catch the error: “orphans aren’t that bad, actually. like that orphan david copperfield, who asked for more porridge, and eventually grew up to make the statue of liberty disappear live on national television.”

my next tattoo will at least be partially made with this: http://www.blacklightink.com/