This Guy's Name Is Conway Twitty...

He's looking at you.

I Need A Good De-icing...

I figured most of you are worried sick that I've gone so long without a post. The last few days have been a toxic cocktail of airplane travel, crappy weather, and a major deadline for work. I have a shit-ton of stuff to catch up on on the Google Reader. It pains me to know all the hilarity I've been missing out on.

Something that I was curious about was whether they intentionally route the most slovenly, most wretched air travelers through Chicago/O'Hare or is it like that everywhere? I sat facing the base of an escalator for a few hours and it was like a parade of sadness. I know airports can bring out the worst in people, but Christ Almighty! I'm sure I'll have more to say later. I know there's nothing quite as fascinating as a good airport anecdote!

An Open Letter To The Obnoxious Red-Winged Blackbird With The Screechy Song That Constantly Pecks At Our Cars' Side View Mirrors...

Dude,

Shut the fuck up already.

Sincerely,
Some Guy