You know what's sad? I've seen that Carrot Top picture twice in as many days. When I was reading the Defamer story on Jude Law (oh, and there's a clothed picture of him and Miller that seems to contradict the implications people have taken from the other picture, which I didn't see). When I saw the URL today, it didn't ring a bell. Darn it.

I'm like a truck driver with Tourette's when I'm in the car. I need to buy Owen ear phones or something.

Odds are, Owen will shame you into biting your tongue. You'll say something awful out of reflex, and that's when he'll suddenly be in the "imitate my parents all the time" phase, and you'll feel like a jerk. I was driving Ben to see my in-laws, and the exit I usually took was closed, so I had to get off the highway at the Charlestown/Somerville line, and switch directions at Schraft circle, which localistas will recognize as a circle of death. A big truck came barrelling at us as we were 3/4s of the way around the rotary. I said the bad word very loudly, and Ben repeated it for the next week--and was particularly enthusiastic about it when we got to my in-laws, because it was so new and shiny. I thought he was past it a few days later, and took him to K-B Toys or Toys R Us, for something or other, and he decided he needed more practice. That mostly cured me.

Okay, now I'm tempted to go back and look just to see how bad it could be.

Matt, it's Carrot Top. He's shirtless. He is, admittedly, surprisingly buff. He's lifting weights which makes his face even odder than usual, and his pants are really low slung, as to reveal his hipbones. Don't look at it if you ever again want a working libido.

I remember when my mother decided that "jerk-off" was Too Vulgar for my young ears, so tried to switch to "jerk face" or something. Which of course just made me wonder what the deal was with "jerk off." She possibly should have made the switch earlier.

Feh, no worries. I'm good as long as there's no motion or sound. Still pictures only remind me of James Marsters in that high school drama photo .

I guess you have to emphasize that Big Bad Words are reserved for life or death situations, and that it lessens the impact if you use them too much....

I don't feel so hot in my tummy, so I decided not to go into work. I have stuff that needs to get done that I can do from here, so not a complete waste of a day.

Also, I'm afraid I don't like my new glasses. Or, I like them, but they need a slight modification -- my eyeballs are too close to the inside of the glasses, if that makes any sense. If the lenses were just a touch closer together, they would be perfect. I'm going to see if the glasses store people can do anything about this.

Okay, now I'm tempted to go back and look just to see how bad it could be.

Oh, it's that bad.

I need new glasses too, but who knows when I'll get to that. They should be able to fix that for you, Jesse.

I am theoretically all about the "save the curse words for when they're really effective." And then you get me driving and I become Expletive Queen.

I am sure the Amazing Wonder Niece is all ears, waiting for me to break out the four-letter words on visits.

I am sure the Amazing Wonder Niece is all ears, waiting for me to break out the four-letter words on visits.

The AWN seems to be quite the language sponge.

my eyeballs are too close to the inside of the glasses, if that makes any sense.

My eyelashes sometimes hit the lenses of my glasses. Of course, it could just mean I need my eyelashes trimmed.

Gronk^∞ No caffeine yet. I think I might not be at work, but instead home dreaming this. If so, it's a crappy dream.