My dream of having my own island somewhere - somewhere far away from people - is coming closer to reality.

Do you think I could integrate a remote controlled electric fence into this design? I’d really like to surround my island with one of those.

Via the Club For Growth

I have GOT to get me one of THESE.

Oh, and the calendar would be nice too.

Welcome to 2008 y’all. It’s January 2nd, and the day’s pretty much over. That means there’s 364 days left to do something amazing this year. So what’s it going to be?

For me, I don’t entirely know what 2008 holds. Nor do I know what I want out of the year. I’m going to have to noodle on this one. I know I can expect one or two big life changes for sure - but then what? Ah, if I knew I’d be playing Power Ball tonight.

Like peanut butter & jelly or mustard on a hot dog, this just seems like a perfect fit.

Don’t you think?

Have y’all heard about the judge in DC suing a dry cleaner for losing his pants?

Quick backstory: Pearson brought five suits in for alterations because he needed the pants let out. One of the suits came back without pants. Pearson sued under the city’s consumer protection law. He got to his $65 million damages claim, which he lowered last week to $54 million, through a formula that penalized the cleaners $18,000 for each day a “Satisfaction Guaranteed” sign hung from the store.

Well, according to the WSJ law blog, while describing the agony when he realized his pants were lost for all eternity, this weenie broke down in tears on the stand. He cried over cuffed pants. CRIED over pants!

Good lord. No wonder the court system in this country is a mess.

(My apologies to James Taranto and Best Of The Web Today for stealing their headline. It was the only one that fit.)

I have the uncontrollable urge to use this bandwidth I pay for to spew the many random things that pop in to my head these days. The blog burnout is gone, the desire write is back. It only took Cam Edwards equating a Sonic Burger to a Double Double.

I have to say their Double Sonic burger with mayo is at least the equal to In-N-Out.

Um. No. I don’t think so.

Let’s pretend there’s such a thing as a burger quality scale. On the top of the scale there’s In-N-Out. It’s not a subjective measurement, it’s a scientific fact. Like global warming.

Moving on down the scale, below the acceptable burgers and the burgers you’d only eat under threat of bodily harm…there’s Sonic. How can a burger from a place that has fried cheese on the menu be equal to an In-N-Out burger? Not possible.

Don’t shed a tear for poor Sonic. The poor Sonic burger is in good company. Congealing at the bottom of the list is the red-headed stepchild of California burger institutions…Tommy’s Burger. And congeal it does. Any burger joint open 24 hours and puts chili on everything on its menu can’t do much more than congeal.

I’m hungry.

Anyone up for hanging 4000 feet above the Grand Canyon?

The Grand Canyon Skywalk is now open. I’m all over this like this morning’s paper on fresh fish. Who’s with me?

Dessert snacks straight from Satan himself, I tell you. The person who left four boxes (2 Thin Mints, 2 Samoas) on the lunch room counter for all to take, has a special place in hell reserved for them.

…you realize it’s Spring Break, and the first thought to pop into your head isn’t nostalgia for Spring Breaks gone by, but “Great. That means traffic’s going to be good this week”.

I am getting old.

… March Madness eats into employee productivity.

Scientists also discovered today that water is indeed wet.