Freak. ing. wow.

I had a monster post worked up for what- to-write-Wednesday, no joke, I had been working on it since the 3rd inning of the Angels-White Sox game (what a way to end a game - this one will go down in baseball history). Then I hit the spell checker, and Firefox right up and shut down. Grrrrreat!

So you're going to get a pittance compared to what I had, and I'm going to try to re-work what I was writing for Friday's post. Suffice to say I'm going to finally get around to some of the things I promised about a month ago.

Speaking of times past, about a year ago, I was doing a much better job of photo-illustrating my blog posts. I am going to make an earnest effort to get back to this, as my camera has sat dormant for far too long.

I'm going to go make dinner and try not to be...just, really TO'd at Firefox. I leave you with some worldly wisdom:

A woman has a close male friend. This means that he is probably interested in her, which is why he hangs around so much. She sees him strictly as a friend. This always starts out with, you're a great guy, but I don't like you in that way. This is roughly the equivalent for the guy of going to a job interview and the company saying, "You have a great resume, you have all the qualifications we are looking for, but we're not going to hire you. We will, however, use your resume as the basis for comparison for all other applicants. But, we're going to hire somebody who is far less qualified and is probably an alcoholic. And if he doesn't work out, we'll hire somebody else, but still not you. In fact, we will never hire you. But we will call you from time to time to complain about the person that we hired."