So in my dream last night I was house sitting for a coworker. There were about five puppies I was to take care of that would suddenly be kittens and then later puppies again.

Anyway, my sister decided to bring a bunch of friends over and have a party. They tore the place up -- spilling beer everywhere, letting the kituppies out, breaking the porch swing, and having sex in my coworker’s bed.

The funniest part of the dream was when I discovered someone had placed an electric blanket in the shower and I went ape shit.

From now on, I am going to keep a log of how many people I kill in my dreams.

People I’ve killed in my dreams since last night: 1

I'm written about in an article:

http://www.broadbandjungleblog.com/

So I recently came across a friend of mine's beer log on flickr where he takes a photo and posts facts about the different beers he drinks.

This got me thinking of other logs I could start.

Here are my ideas so far:
Johns I know (a toilet log)
Chronicles of Drunkia (self portraits in bar bathrooms)
Ground beneath my feet log (interesting floor patterns with my feet in frame)

d00ba

Heather and I were discussing how Carl, Heather, and I all have words that we say on a daily basis that are completely alien to others.
Last night I said "dooba" during our weekly poker match at a local bar. One of the other players asked what "dooba" meant, probably thinking it was some secret code word for "Watch me take all these people's money with my pocket aces."
It was too much to go into, so we just said it was a silly expression we use sometimes. Really, though, it's a secret code for "Watch me take these people's money with my pocket aces."

Other words we use:
Fux0red (also cox0r & rox0r)
Meats
Teefs
Garlix
Shitbeast

I'm thinking of doing an entire set of photographs featuring Carl being awkward with the middle-aged women that come to see his band at bars.

I find it cruel to tell our electric customers they can go online to report outages.