Cleanest Keyboard EVER

Yes, for the first time in like a year (at the very least), this puppy is clean. I can almost see myself in the keys, and the response is phenomenal. I love my IBM PS/2 style keyboard. End cheap plug I don't really know what I want to talk about tonight. Just had the urge to write. Which sucks, considering I've got this clean ass keyboard and no desire to go to sleep. I just did a little feng shui on my desk, basically just switching my 17" monitor and my DVD player/TV Box setup. It feels a bit better staring directly into a mass of radiation, and my posture is much better now. Inside agony: cattle drive at my place, or so it looks. In other news, being trapped here for Spring Break isn't looking so bad after all. With a townie friend making some visits, and the greatest Executive Vice President since the last one (narrowly skirted that line right there) popping back into town, it looks to be a decent week. Course, the fingers are crossed tighter than Courtney Cox-Arquette's legs after David comes home plastered on a Monday night when WWE comes to town (Wow, what a metaphor. I'm sooo off tonight.) Bruce Springsteen Rulez!!! End fanboy pop. I've been invited to work on a feature in a few years (even have a bit part in it) with an attractive lass out in San Francisco. Now, I totally want to help her out (especially since I'd like her to help with my picture), however, the chap she's cast as the lead, well, she resists him about as well as Wynona Ryder resists cheap publicity (much, much better that one). So do I go, and further my film experience, or do I avoid having to look at her talk to him at the end of each day with that look in her eyes? Cast your votes now; you can help direct Tom's future, Faithful Reader. Moo? And finally . . . Mulder: Scully, ever realize that your eyes resemble caves? Scully: Why's that Mulder? Mulder: I just fall in and get lost sometimes. I came up with that one. Apologies to the X-Files people, but dammit, as much as I shouldn't do it, eye spelunking is becoming my new favorite hobby. I'm going to proceed to hit myself. Maybe I should just swear off women. Only thing that's keeping me in that mindset is that I hate men more and animals just aren't that attractive. And joining the priesthood's out too. With apologies to Dennis Miller, I wouldn't be able to end this blog entry with the word fuck. Well, I'm not really ending with it, I'm ending here. Talk to you next week folks. I'll tell you all about my SEC Bid. Hasta lumbago. Damn, it's late. Tom