uncle ed's rancid meat show

Facing the paranoid fear that I may have bought the same Hallmark card for either of my parents for the myriad Hallmark-card-requiring occasions that require Hallmark cards... I've taken to scanning or snapping photos of them prior to signing.

Buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo buffalo buffalo Buffalo buffalo.

Sometimes it feels like I'm from a different planet than everyone around me.

This man is very persuasive.

I now desire a Slap Chop.

I do declare that double-walled mugs are my coffee vessel of choice and I will stock them exclusively in my cupboard.

Someday, comrades. Someday.

It's always nice waking up with full-bodied, gorgeous, shiny hair.

I maintain that Saturdays are for sleeping in, staying in your jammy-jams for as long as possible and watching cartoons.

Dare I get a Last.fm account?

Dare I?

The first seven (7) people to respond to this post will get something made by me.

This offer does have some restrictions and limitations:

- I make no guarantees that you will like what I make.
- What I create will be just for you.
- It'll be done this year (2009).
- No requests: it could be anything.
- I reserve the right to do something extremely strange.

The catch is that if you don't re-post this offer, the bargain is void! (Exceptions for med students!)

I'm full! My God, am I full!

I haven't been this full since exactly ten days ago!

I am ending every sentence of this post in an exclamation mark!