Hotspur Meets His Match

In the sad wake of Notre Dame burning yesterday, I mentioned getting engaged there. Oso said she enjoyed hearing it, but that was only a tiny part of the story.

Here I will tell a complete version of my history. I will start at the beginning.

In January of 2000, a close friend of mine, Rick, invited me to an “Ignore The Super Bowl Party.” The idea was to keep the sound off during the game so everyone could chat, then turn it on during the commercials, so everyone could laugh. That was back in the days of the Dotcom bubble, and the commercials were hilarious.

During the week before the game, if Rick asked me once, he asked me five times if I was coming on Sunday. I told him yes each time. But when Sunday came I really didn’t want to go, but I thought, “Fuck, I told him five times I was coming. I’ll just go and stay for a drink and say I have to get up early in the morning, then leave early.”

So I went.

MMM 360: no fungal ideas today

Not sure if photoshopped or Latin American

MMM 358: good heavens, how many of these do I still have?

The binders still aren’t empty, sadly.

MMM 357: scraping the bottom of the binders

Turns out there were a few images left, and Roamy said she kind of missed these, so here’s an old-school MMM poat for a change of pace.

Valentine’s Day: Menace Or Foe?

Here it is ladies and gentleman, a corporate holiday based on religious tradition where we’re encouraged to buy lots of shit to express our love for that special somebody.

Toad Turds Tuesday

Bufo americanus bisches. And don’t you forget it.

The American Toad.

Not to be confused with any of your run of the mill other types of toads. Bufo americanus is the shizzle.

MMM 341: Throwback

I’m running late this morning, and there are still a bunch of backlog images in the binders, so it’ll be the old format this week.  Laura sent me some good images that I didn’t have time to do any real research on, so those will be coming up in the near future when I’ve been a better steward of the images she sent me.

Greeting the sun.  I’d do this, but it’s been raining for 3 days.

MMM 339: End of the Line

Pretty sure this is going to be the last week of hot fitness chicks on the Monday poat, at least as an exclusive set of images.  I’m running low in the binders and going out to look for more isn’t something I feel 100% sanguine about doing anymore as I try to stay clear of pr0n.  So, enjoy it – or don’t – one more time.

iPhone owner.

MMM 338: Single Father Edition

I have all my limbs and thus no excuses.

MMM336: Laborious Day

Depending on the weather, I’ve got a ton to do today inside or out.  I’m either cleaning out gutters and trimming trees or emptying out boxes and helping the wife make the basement stairs more kid safe.

Had my first real car accident yesterday.  Guy pulled past a stop sign (he had stopped, then started again across the road I was driving on which had no stop sign.  I was going 45 or so (i.e. the limit) and managed to slow us down to about 20 before I clipped his right rear corner.  Superficial damage to the Venza, probably totaled his Malibu.  Nobody hurt, Possum barely noticed or looked up from her tablet, thank God, but I’m a little shaken and won’t look forward to driving for a while.

She’s all bundled up for autumn.