Quarters and Brain Shrooms

Sorry its taken me so long to bring another fresh breath to my site...truth is, I've had a ton of hilarious experiences in the last couple months, many of which I would like to write, and none of which I can remember. You know those moments? When you know something really funny happened, but the only thing left in your brain is the residual hilariosity? That stuff is probably some kind of fuzzy brain scum.

The following is an aim excerpt from just now on AIM.

kyleptapp: Isn't it about time you updated your blog again, you lazy punk?
ontheroadwithjoe: :-)
kyleptapp: Other pople with blogs update them more than once a month. What are you lazy? :-)
ontheroadwithjoe: you thought I was dilligent?
kyleptapp: Never

My friends know me best, and those who know me best know me well.

I'd share some brain scum with you, but I'm actually kind of enjoying it right now. I may give you some of the warm fuzzy that is left over. I suspect thats where that comes from, too.

Do you have any idea of how hard it is to get quarters when the bank is closed? Oh yeah, and I pulled one of those new nickels out of my pocket the other day. I couldn't figure out what it was for a second. It just looks really weird. You should try it sometime. If you can't replicate the same effect, just let me know and I'll put a mark on the "brain shroom attack" board I keep in my apartment. Its getting full this month. Brain Shrooms...hey, now there's a catchy little phrase. See? Now you've gone and made me think that I'm cool for just coming up with it...or you might say "growing it off the top of my head." Ar Ar.

And for all those who need to know, I am now addicted to a weekly Japanese children's cartoon about a boy who makes bread. See above for possible explanation. Evidently, all thats good and loving in Japan hinges upon the magically warm hands of a young boy who must bake bread so good that it will change the world. His super power is warm hands. You can't say its not original...