
This is the Federal. I know that Joe Fitzpatrick hates this place, but I love it. And I love their patio. Especially when I roll up and everyone is there and the Casey gets the partay started. Its awesome.
OK, I just don't want to put a picture of Gavin up, so Im substituting a picture of our house up instead. We had our final session on Saturday and it was just crushing. So thanks to everyone who supported me over the weekend--far too many to namecheck--you guys really picked me up when I was in a bad way. Also, if anyone wants to buy our house, it will be up for sale in May.
OK, this is something Ive been working on for awhile. Its my list of flaws. Feel free to comment away or counteract with a list of perfections.



This image comes courtesy of engrish.com, one of my very favorite sites on the interweb. It's Japanese, Korean and Chinese versions of English. There might be a part of your overdeveloped brain that tells you not to laugh at these, but I give you permission. It is really ok. This is funny stuff.





OK, this post will probably only make sense to the people I watched the Oscars with. But here is a picture of Tilda Swinton and her boy toy (from Fame Pictures) named Sandra Kopp in Spain. For those who don't know, Tilda has a super-hot set-up. She has an old dude that stays home with her kids and tends the house and stuff and then she travels the world with her young hunk of lovin'. Thus, when she won the Oscar and started to deliver her speech, she started with "Oh no . . . ." She didn't know who to thank! Young lover or old househusband? Ultimately the thanked neither--ouch. Oh, and all three of them live together in one house along with her kids. Damn! (ok, thats enough gossip for one week.)

I am the unreliable witness to my own existence