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I’ll just make my own. I spent the majority of my Saturday afternoon and evening working on transforming a photograph I took two years ago into glorious art.

My walls have been empty for months now, since my old roommate moved out, and as a new homeowner I’ve been trying to find ways to make this place feel more like me. I got a hankering for real “art” rather than just framed prints and posters, but I quickly determined my taste in art greatly exceeds my budget. Which led me to the decision to try my hand at doing it myself.

After a bit of debate, I finally settled on a Poker Night themed painting. The condo has been host to numerous poker parties now, I felt it would be an appropriate conversation piece come the next party.

It was pretty exciting for me to watch this come together, this is the first creative thing that I’ve done for myself in a very long time. I’m already thinking about other things that I can do. I think I’ve found a hobby.

Yesterday in the mail I got a flyer from Lane Bryant and Catherine’s. It was addressed to Ms. Morgan. You know what this means? It means that somewhere…in some computer…in some database program…the computer thinks I’m married.

And thinks my wife is fat.

I’ve got two vacation ideas, and I can’t decide between either of them:

Idea One: New York City, to see this play, currently performing on Broadway.

Idea Two: Los Angeles, to go to this club to see this performer, currently performing every Friday night.

But it really doesn’t matter all that much considering I only have 38 hours of stored vacation time and no funds budgeted for travel anytime soon.

I was looking up the telephone number of my insurance agent today for a friend, and instead I just sent him the link to the site. He commented to me that the site was nicely done. I told him I disagreed, that it was a little heavy handed with the pictures of the horses…I mean, do they insure horses? A quick trip back to the site revealed that they, in fact, do underwrite such bizarre items as “mortality coverage,” “stallion infertility,” and “personal equine liability.”

I can just imagine a conversation:

“My horse broke its leg. Is that covered?”

“No? Okay, does that mean the horse is totaled?”

It does now make sense that I used this company when I had my Mustang.

I don’t mean to throw a wrench into your plans…but I can’t help but go after the easy, easy pun.

At a local office park that I sometimes visit. It’s building two.

Of course when you leave, the number provides an egress path. “OWT.”

A reminder for my roommate, who now has second degree burns on his left hand because of an errant toaster setting.

I don’t know who did John Mayer wrong. I don’t know who she is, or what her side of the story was. But I’d like to thank her for providing Mr. Mayer with enough angst to entertain his fans once again through his music.