Bachelor Land

First, can I reverse jinx a team or what? I'm tempted to copy that entry continuously for the rest of the Mavs playoff run, but I know it'd result in a contra-reverse jinx, in which the original jinx which I tried to avoid is actually magnified several times. Contra-reverse jinx? I don't think so, sir!

Have I mentioned yet that I'm going to be in bachelor land for the next several weeks? Laura is going up to NY to crash with my sister at her dorm/senior citizens home/psychiatric hospital (my mother's words). While they're getting chased through Chinatown by a group of furious Orthodox Jews, I'll be holding down the Manor. In layman's terms, that means I'll be strutting around the back yard in my underwear, taking frequent slurps from a holstered can of whipped cream. By the time she gets back, the place will be covered in rodents, varmints, hobos, squatters, and gravy stains, and I'll probably have scurvy. Bachelor Land ain't like Disney Land, fools.

Do I have anything else of note? No, I do not. I am planning on savings the goods that would ordinarily go into the post on revamping the About page on this site, for it was hardly vamped in the first place. Since I have so little for you, here's a pointer to one of my favorite posts on Jason Looney's site, and something that surely wrote itself.