Even TBS thinks I'm Chandler

TBS has a quiz on their site telling you which Friends character you are. I've been called Chandler for as long as I remember the show being on. In fact, while in high school two of my legitimate nicknames were Chandler and Mike Bing.
It seems TBS is running with the pack and saying the same thing, take a look:
"You are most like: CHANDLER

How sure are we? BARELY

Like Chandler, you consider yourself the only "normal" member of your social group. And considering how strange your parents were, that's quite an achievement. Always keeping a sense of humor, your intelligence shows in your quick retorts and use of sarcasm. Despite your hard shell, however, you have surprising depths of emotion and sympathy, proving to be an excellent friend."


By the way TBS is a great network. NBA? Great! Like seven hours of Friends on Thursday nights? Great!
Then there's Wednesday when they somehow shove a week's worth of Everyone Loves Raymond episodes within a three hour period seemingly without commercial interruption. This makes me want to run my head into the wall until I pass out.

Go Lakers!

It seems Billy's Son will be back if not tomorrow by next week. Mark my words, it'll be ridiculous how much he helps the squad of sunshine and happiness once he comes back. He's just an all around cool guy. Plus his dad (who was stupid good in is own right) is a big Jack Bauer fan and we all know how good KB24 is.



Best of luck goes out to Mr. Livingston across The Center. He's going to need it.

I'm already catching playoff fever!

Seriously, this is what I sit around and do with my free time.

From two completely different fiction novels after flipping to a random page and reading the first line my eyes happen to strike. As luck would have it both sentences were dialog:
1) "How dare you say that you son of a bitch!"
2) "How do you mute her own voice?"

That's not too bad. It's amazing how your own mind's sense of what's what can create meaning out of seemingly disconnected lines. Seemingly is the key word there.

I'm slowly, but quickly and surely, losing touch with reality. If I even had any hold over it in the first place.

I'll keep my fingers crossed Friday as I drive in and pick up the phone.

As always, what's next?

The clouds above me are not on fire.

Success is not a need, it is a want. I don't believe I need it or wealth to be happy. How is this a bad thing?
So please dear friends, my sky isn't falling, stop telling me it is. And there is more than a few of you singing this song.
It's okay. The sentiment is understood. =)



"I think of the warmth spun by the word
around its center the dream called ourselves" -T. Tzara

state of the union

Mutumbo?

...really?

Dear weather,

Please don't stop being wild and completely unexpected. Your randomness has been absolutly wonderful lately.

They put the clock at five minutes. That's some of your doing. Good job.

Your friend,
dumb mike

Furry friendships

I've said it before, but seriously, I wish my best friend was a six foot tall rabbit that no one else could see.