He stood on a sidewalk in the West Village talking about bar fights with a girl he hadn't seen in nine and a half years.

Sometimes I forget to wash my thumbs.

John William Fredland Sr.

You're big, you're loud, you're tough. My sister is performing in a musical at this year's New York International Fringe Festival.

She's in the ensemble, but she gets to play one of the leads next Sunday. If you know any theater critics or any other persons of importance charm, shame or trick them into going to that performance. Thanks.

As the plan stands right now, we're going to see the Sunday performance and the Saturday one. A fun weekend in the sweltering heat of the Big Apple. I'll meet you at the top of the Empire State Building on Saturday night, Meg Ryan.

I love my mother like a son.

Time for a new Friendster "about me", but the old one must live on: I am the man who will fight for your honor (unless the person impugning your honor is bigger than me in which case there's really nothing I can do. Sorry).

Current song: Deli Bandit's Theme - The Frampton Brothers

That whole thing in the Fruity Pebbles commercials where Barney tries to trick Fred is complete horseshit (I just changed 'bullshit' to 'horseshit' in an attempt to clean up my language, but now that I think about it, it's more the 'shit' part that I'd want to get rid of. Well, there's nothing I can do about it now [wait, what were we talking about? {Barney Rubble} Oh yeah, thanks. Barney Rubble. That's right, I was going to say: It's pretty depressing to realize that you're thirty-five years old and Barney Rubble. Granted, this won't happen to me for another eight years but it's still going to be pretty depressing.]**ABORT** **ABORT** **ABORT** **ABORT** **ABORT** **ABORT**).

THIS POST HAS BEEN ABORTED BY THE AUTHOR.

Not a good show on the links today.
Not a good show at all.

Current music: Ha Ha High Babe - Black Rebel Motorcycle Club.

It feels good to be able to make a seven year old laugh uncontrollably.