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I washed the dog. Outside with a hose and lots of yummy peppermint religious soap. He is thoroughly disgusted with me and the entire experience. The concept of "ALL-ONE!" is lost on him. My dog is naturally Zen, as well as being minty fresh.

We went to see Scooby-Doo. We thought we had picked a fairly late showing, but as we were walking in, this barely ambulate toddler was being shepherded around by mom and gramma (who wore WAY TOO MUCH PERFUME OK THANKS). I was aghast. What is this thing with people bringing infants to the fucking movies? Ten minutes in he started "quietly fussing" and was schlepped outside, thankfully. Scooby-Doo is not a fucking kids movie. If they turn it into a franchise they better put Scooby-Dum in the next one. Scooby-Dum was the shit. "dumdumdum dummm..." And Matthew Lillard is more Shaggy than Shaggy ever was. It's fab.

Dinner at the diner. The best damn tuna melt I ever had, big fresh steak fries on the side. J. had pancakes. J. always gets pancakes, except when he gets a pizzaburger. At least he's not like my dad, who would order LIVER AND ONIONS everywhere. Even at FRIENDLY'S. YOU DON'T GO TO FRIENDLY'S FOR THE GODDAMNED LIVER AND ONIONS, DAD! It wasn't like he never got liver at home, either. With onions AND bacon. Yech.

Crank Yankers is an excellent show. :) And I just got a full house in piggie poker. Booyah.

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This yarn I bought is cheap. It's a faux mohair that I bought because of the color, but it fuzzes everywhere. Once I finish my bunny I'll brush out the nap, that might help. I also forgot to buy poly-fil. And stamps, I gotta get a couple rolls of postcard stamps, bah. It was a good weekend anyway. :) Oh yeah! We went to Toys R Us and I got some Johnny Lightning Marvel Comics cars. The Daredevil one is tres cool. I may even leave it in the package this time.

I found out that KING NORRIS is playing next weekend at the county fair. YEAH BABY! Maybe I'll bring my Stuttering John cds and try to get Fred to sign them. That'll piss his ass off. :D I always wanted to go up to like, Axl Rose, and ask him to sign a Warrant cd or something. "HEY AXL! SING MISTER TELEPHONE MAN!"

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Ew, Advertising Age bought Ad Critic. I can just tell it won't be fun anymore. :P

I need that Superfriends Wazzaaap thingy.

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I want a big can of Dinty Moore with all the meat picked out of it and given to the dog, with about eleven slices of Wonder Bread.

Bah. I'll just make some capellini alla carla.