in my head a small army of not so stealthy nor ninja-like angry folk all dressed in black will sneak in each night to add items to the backyard and/or to wait outside for the jackhole and hit him with paintballs or water balloons or glitter bombs.

LEG LAMP!!

I say we sign him up for the Jehovah's Witnesses to come visit.

AND stealth gnome him.

Don't forget a cutout of someone bending over, a plastic Madonna, and a reflecting ball. Maybe something inflatable as well.

in my head a small army of not so stealthy nor ninja-like angry folk all dressed in black will sneak in each night to add items to the backyard and/or to wait outside for the jackhole and hit him with paintballs or water balloons or glitter bombs.

All you need is a piece of cardboard and a marker.

maybe we should all find "charming things" from around our home and send them c/o the decorating czar.

Thanks, guys. I would have been totally okay with a redesign of the garden, just not a hostile takeover.

And I think it's kind of dumb, since it means that instead of everyone adding their own pieces, like the horse-shaped garden lights and the dragon-fly windchimes, we'll all have to agree to conform to a specific style. Which, I guess left him out if he just wanted it to be simple and elegant.

I am really angry at that douche, but not as articulate as many of these other folks. ^^^^

I cannot tell you how long it took me to figure out that that wasn't pronounced "sock"

Oh, god, me too.

Hi, Shir. Allyson's Neighbor: punk-assed bitch. And how much do I love JZ quoting the evil-yet-compelling Clay Davis? This Much. Although personally, I prefer "Hayl naw" So, JZ, would you really "Take any motherfucker's money, if they giving it away?"

Nicole? want to send down that, um, thing?

I must share this beautiful shot of Chicago by night from 36,000 feet.

If you look close, you can see me waving....

Reminds me of my favorite Liz Phair song:

I was flying into Chicago at night
Watching the lake turn the sky into blue-green smoke
The sun was setting to the left of the plane
And the cabin was filled with an unearthly glow
In 27-D I was behind the wing
Watching landscape roll out
Like credits on a screen
The earth looked like it was lit from within
Like a poorly assembled electrical ball as we moved
Out of the farmlands into the grid
The plan of the city was all that you saw
And all of these people sitting totally still
As the ground raced beneath them thirty thousand feet down

Toddson FTW.

Seriously. We could hang it outside of his kitchen window.