Mr. Buffalo rides again

Today's episode is brought to you by "Failed Expectations," a new fragrance from Calvin Klein.


I had this totally sweet top ten list that somehow got erased. I needed a last minute replacement, and what came up with is so lame I'm ashamed, so much so that I can't even write the topic here on the home page. There's really no reason for you to go see it unless you hate me and want to wallow in my misery.

Wallow on Jerks.


I'm not sure how many care, but I did finally get around to seeing Mission Impossible III. Not In honor of my trip, I made my review exactly 737 words.

If you choose to accept, read the review.


I had several rants planned, but honestly: this week I don't even have the energy to yell into the phone. To make up for it: lots and lots of Monkey Barn. (Also, a great tee shirt over on Hyperion-X)

(he'll shoot if you don't visit)


To cap the week off, I have part 3 of my trip to Ottawa. I made Part 1 my entry in this edition of the Carnival of the Mundane. If you've never gone before, now is the time. Blundering American set it up very cleverly. (Color me impressed.) It's going to give my idea quite a run for it's money when I host.

You might want to re-read the story, as I put pictures into Part 1. You'll recall I tell about my experiences in an airplane bathroom.

In Part 2, I get up close and personal with the underside of some Scottish kilts, and turn all Jodie Foster when I see my view. (You know how in CONTACT, when she sees the cosmos, she gets all choked up and says, "They should have sent a poet!" ?? That's me)

Now we come to Part 3, where I reveal the dark side of my soul, plus some of the pictures. (There was a picture of me in the roll, but I wisely didn't post that. None of you want to have that send you into the weekend.)

Here's an excerpt:

When I checked in Friday afternoon the clerk saw I was there through Monday. Yet he didn’t think to say anything. Every time I came down to the lobby no one thought to mention it. All day Sunday, including when I had Room Service show up and even Sunday night, asking the concierge for a restaurant, no one bothered to give me a simple heads-up.

Just writing the last paragraph I’m getting pissed off again.

Finish off Mr. Buffalo in style.

Monkey Barn all weekend long, and see you Monday, when we launch the next phase.

1 comment:

kapgar said...

Will I self destruct if I read the review? It's one of the fears I have. Or, worse yet, will I become a Scientologist?

I'll take door #1. Thank you very much.

How many friggin' blogs do you run?