Greetings, good people of Blog Nation.

-Butch is 29 yesterday! Happy birthday to the Rosser. I remember when he was jobless and girlfriendless and all of that back when we met and always thought he’d be in that place. Now he’s horrifying us with vanilla milkshake references and has *two* jobs. To paraphrase an idiot I once met at Jack in the Box, I AM A MIGHTY PROPHET. Speaking of the milkshake thing, I usually don’t speak about these type of things on the blog, but many a time over IM we have discussed the scary parallels between Rosser’s life and mine. It is with this in mind that I’m going to share the probably equally TMI bit that my most memorable encounter of the carnal variety for 2007 also involved a vanilla milkshake. My shake had M&Ms in it, though. Which makes it much awesomer. *evil grin*

Oh, the Mighty Prophet thing - hey, that’s a Jack story I haven’t told yet. Not really much of a story, just we hired this guy at Jack (I didn’t hire him, thank God) named Samuel and he was a religious guy, and also possibly mentally ill. For these reasons, he would scream at random, “I AM A MIGHTY PROPHET!” Which led to some strange looks from customers, and some interesting situations at the store. I think Ori would have probably beat him up with a mini-blind or something.

The last day Samuel worked there, he was heckling this other employee, Bengali guy named Shumon. And I had to stop Shumon from trying to beat the Baby Jesus out of Samuel and then Samuel told us that God was telling him it was time to move on, and with one last “I AM A MIGHTY PROPHET”, he left. It’s also worth noting that Michelle yelled at his retreating back, “You are a MIGHTY IDIOT.” to which I laughed quite a bit.

Anyway, the last 10 years (almost a decade now! Hard to believe it’s been that long) have been fun. Head up, check in hand. That’s how it always goes.

-Speaking of birthdays, Candice had a birthday, too, since my last post. Happy belated birthday. She’s 26. Ah, to be 26 again…:)

-The Basketball wrecked his car. And got a Honda. Kinda like Candice did, except she didn’t wreck her car. Although given the state of what I lovingly called “The Decepticon” (it was a 04 Cavalier - it was a piece of monkey crap), it probably would have been a mercy killing had it been wrecked.

-New messageboard, coming soon to a blog near you? Stay tuned. (No, not my blog).

-Whatever happened to Libby, I wonder? Hadn’t seen her in a bit. And the entire year of 2007’s been deleted from the blog. I suppose everyone’s reaction to a bad year is different.

-Giants 17, Patsies 14. Ahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahahahahaahahahahaha. I had been rooting against the Patsies all year. But about three weeks ago, I wondered….wouldn’t the best ending be for them to get to the Super Bowl, then lose? I know how agonizing that is (and somewhere, Rich Gannon adopts the Rich Gannon scowl, one last time…) and they weren’t even 18-0 at the time. I didn’t get on the blog to officially make a pick, but I did pick the Giants. Can’t count it on the record, leaving me 5-5 for the playoffs. By far, my worst finish predicting playoffs ever. Blaaah.

Anyway, to see the Patriots get the proverbial Karma-ic kick in the nuts after going 18-0 and almost getting there….too sweet.

-I’m backing Obama at this point, for anyone who might care what my political feelings are. I like McCain, but policy wise, he’d be a slightly more intelligent Bush with a conscience. Mind you, that’s a vast improvement over Bush, but still. Romney, Huckabee…bluargh. And don’t even get me started on Hillary. I think I’d rather see a piece of road gravel be elected president.

-The writer’s strike might be over! Huzzah. Jack Bauer, a lonely nation turns it eye to you….