Update.

Yup. Leg's bleeding alright. Not as bad as some people, whom I brutally maimed. Sorry Corey.

He stole from the rich and the poor and the not very rich and the very poor.

I think my leg is probably bleeding. Maybe I'll look down and check...

Don't fear the reaper.

"I get up in the morning with nothing to do, and go to bed at night with it half-done." That's a quote from an old retired guy, yet somehow it pretty much covers my life too. Strange.

Cheers to your mustaches!

I just got to get a Gmail account. I guess it's an email account that has a gig of storage. Neato! Last I heard only certain people got invites for 'em too. I feel special. The trick is I actually have to use the thing...

I enabled comments on here... I didn't even know you could do that. Must be new. What does that mean for you, the consumer? It means this will be less like me standing on my soapbox shouting from the rooftops (the rooftops!), and more like a town hall meeting where even creepy Bob gets a say in where the new grain elevator goes! Oh yeah, that and you won't have to talk to me through your blog either...