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…which was awesome. But now, thanks to our good friends Erik and Robyn, we’ll be getting clues to help solve a MURRRDERRR every month!

Thanks to those two victims—er, I mean friends—for our new Hunt A Killer subscription. KB and I are on the case!

Beer and murder go hand-in-hand,


…for this amazing birthday gift of an original, two-sided Gary Panter sketch featuring Pee-wee Herman and some of the Playhouse gang.

A Gary Panter...

...frickin' original. Whoa.

I am truly not worthy,


Spot. On.

I want to wear those almost every day of my life,


…for sending Mr. Fabulous a gift that officially makes her one of us!

The Fab in the hat!

By Dr. Fabulous!

She was feeling so left out,


…our good friends Erik and Robyn for this sweet pair of socks (which match her daddy’s sweet pair of socks)…

Matching socks from Erik and Robyn!

…and our good friend Dima for this Hot Wheels car (titled D-Muscle… get it?) that he designed.

Hot Wheels from Dima!

Grey loves presents… just like her father,


Dinner with Erik, Robyn, and the Gerrys!

And for picking up the bill,


Back when I was living in Columbus, Ohio my friends and I started a quote wall. Whenever a bit of brilliance (or otherwise) poured out of someone’s mouth, somebody would yell “Quote!” thus nominating it for Quote Board status. The quote then had to be seconded by someone (it almost always was), and then it would be written down to be forever immortalized on the Quote Board.

This is the modern day equivalent of that classic piece of my past.


“Idprefernotto: A bald vampire that doesn’t want to do anything.”

– Erik10/1/15

It might take you a second… but it’s totally worth it,


This is what it sounded like.

So many gems in there,


Miracle berries!

…with a few packets of “miracle berries” (Synsepalum dulcificum)…

They rock your taste buds!

…that alter the way your taste buds work, causing sour foods to taste sweet.

My own private island!

Also, I now apparently own a square foot of property on a private island (called Hawaii 2) located in St. George Lake, Maine. If anyone ever wants to stay on my square foot of land just let me know. I’ll email you the exact coordinates.

Thanks again to Erik and Robyn for this awesomely odd gift!

Off to eat some raw lemons,


More! Cards!

It’s winding down,


Old Poop!