We had a little bit of downtime there, but we’re back up and running.

Sorry about that, folks.

Out.

I doubt that you’ll read this.

See, it may have just seemed like a folding knife you stole from me a few weeks ago. I know it must have seemed like a prime opportunity, sitting there on the desk alone. I had hoped by now that I’d have gotten a call from the hotel saying it had been found. This message is me giving up hope on that. So now, I’m going to tell you about that knife.

That knife that you took from my room while I went to the restaurant wasn’t just a knife. It was a gift from a close friend. More specifically, it was a gift to remember a person who I was very close to before his passing. That knife was very important to me, hence me bringing it with me on that trip instead of leaving it in my old apartment for a couple of weeks.

And you took it from me.

I’ll find another knife, I’m sure. I could go to Wal-Mart tonight and pick up another one like it Except…

…

Except it won’t be Mr. Mike’s knife. And because of you, I’ve lost a very tangible reminder of someone I miss dearly.

I’d tell you to go fuck yourself or something, but you’re not worth it. Instead, I hope you get may years of use from that knife. I hope that it lasts for years and a valuable tool. I hope that as the new owner, you hold onto it and use it until it finally breaks from years of stress and wear, thus serving the purpose that the man who bought it originally intended before he was taken from this world.

Certainly, that must have been better and more important than my needs for it as a keepsake and a reminder of true friendship, right?

Must have been, for you to take it from me.

Out.

Only one thing to say about the game tonight.

DAMN, that was ugly.

Out.

So, the circuit for half of my apartment tripped today. I ave to have Maintenance come out tomorrow to replace it.

This, by the way, would be the same circuit upon which rests my internet access, my NAS storage and my home theater system. Said home theater system includes my digital cable box and DVR.

Apparently, the circuit tripped before 7 PM local time. How do I know this, you may ask?

Remember the DVR from above? It was set to record the following:

The Class
How I Met Your Mother
Heroes
Studio 60 On The Sunset Strip
…

Oh yeah, and 24.

Fortunately, I should be able to find most of these online, and through legal and free sources.

Almost all in fact… except for 24 and Studio 60.

Fuckin’ fuses.

Out.

All I’m saying is, I fricking hate- HATE- ice storms.

Out.

Al-Arabiya as well as all US news outlets are reporting that Saddam Hussein has been executed in Iraq as of ten minutes ago. News links will be posted as soon as they are available.

Burn in Hell, Butcher.

Out.

UPDATE:

Links Available: CNN

MSNBC

Reuters

So, I’m heading down to Baton Rouge once more for Christmas. Once I get back though, I’ll have a bit of an announcement that affects the site. I’ll let you folks know more when I post next time.

Out.

This is the last week before Christmas, better get your last minute shopping in. I think I’ve covered just about all of mine thank god.

It’s been a year, sir. I haven’t forgotten.

I miss you, Mr. Mike.

Out.

So, we’re pretty much done with the Bell here.

Bad enough that Pylorns managed to get pretty sick Friday night after eating at the place, but now Taco Bell has had to close a restaurant because of e. coli. That pretty much seals it for me too, folks. I think we’re done with Taco Hell, at least for a long time. That being said… damn, I wish they sold the Choco Taco somewhere else.

Good times, that Choco Taco.

Out.

Cat has been found amazingly enough.

Pylorns and I discussed this earlier, and I’ll open it up to all of you.

Who would you consider a greater influence in rock/pop music, The Beatles or U2? And why?

Out.

I’m just curious about something here…

When did ER begin to absolutely, positively suck?

Just wondering, is all.

Out.

It’s good to see that if there is a higher power, it has a keen sense of dry humorous wit.

Every so often, I go in and clean out some of the spam comments that come in. A couple of minutes ago, I found four of them, all for a poker website that shall remain nameless.

It was under this post.

That right there? That sound you’re hearing? It’s the sound of irony redefining itself once more.

Out.

Steve Irwin, known popularly as the Crocodile Hunter, died Monday off the coast of Australia while filming a wildlife documentary. He was stung in the chest by a sting ray, and doctors believe the barb pierced his heart.

Irwin’s death has been falsely reported on several occasions due mainly to his history of dangerous stunts involving wild animals, especially poisonous reptiles. He also achieved a certain infamous notoriety after taking his new born son into a crocodile pen.

If asked, I would not have guessed death-by-stingray as they’re usually docile creatures and rarely attacks unless taunted, cornered or provoked. However, when I heard the news this morning, I was not at all surprised. Irwin has been provoking and mishandling animals for many years now.

By all accounts, Irwin was an incredibly nice man, passionate and caring.

That being said, it is important to note that his handling of dangerous animals should only be replicated by those intent on getting severely hurt. Those people that enjoyed his show, especially children, should be made aware of what happens when you treat nature with careless abandon.

Enthusiasm and a winning personality, it seems, are not adequate protection from blatant stupidity.