I got a new bass guitar, what've you done?

I bought it. I was tired of the insurance company dragging ass (really? why?) and tired of being poor and "not able to afford it".
That's what credit cards are for, friends.
So Merry Christmas to me.
Love,
Me



Confidential to the dipshitz who stole my last bass: I've also got a photo of the serial number on this baby - put that in your thief-hole.

A Merry Christmas to All

And to all...

7 Minutes of David Caruso.

Love,
WGB

I'm nervous. Should I be nervous?

Google took over my blog.
Well, it really took over Blogger, so it took over most folks' blogs, I suppose.

Now that means that if I ever forget what I said in my own blog, I can Google it to to see what I said. Then I can blog about *that* on a new post and Google *that* post... and so on, and so on.

Then I will consume my own self-referential butt. And Google will have the YouTube broadcast rights to my own self-referential butt-consuming and then everyone will GoogleBlog about it and they will end up consuming their own butts...

...and so on and so on and so on and so on and so on and