avast

I am feeling all plundery today, doing the pirate dance, because there is FREE WI-FI IN THE NEW SHACK!!! hee-heeeeee...

the shitz

I hate the new job willies. Tomorrow is orientation at the Norf*ckeneastern Institution of Paint Squishing (or NIPS), and performance anxiety is nipping at me bum-region. I'll be motoring northward at 7 a.m., Oxicon-tini in paw...

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Hi fairy! This butler's for you:

A Sloth Asks

To my eye, the Capt'n's Roast was a smashingly good time; the food was great, the peeps were the best possible peeps, the conversation flowed, nobody did anything embarrassing, and all was well with the world. So how is it that, the next day, so many attendees (myself included) have these weird nagging feelings of guilt about our behavior? Wazzup with that? It wasn't the tequila... Mr. AH stuck with beer and he also shared in this phenom. And it definitely wasn't unique to this particular party, either; it happens all the time.

I'm going to go burn some sage now.

feeling the flow

shindiggity

We'll be at the Mounds tonight for the Capt'n's Celebrity Roast and Really Special Olympics. Here is a fashion sneak-preview:

done deed

This was us on Monday, moving to our new shack:



As you can see, I wore my schlumpy work clothes. To the left, I am giving Mr. AdHoc helpful advice about how to move a desk. To the right, I am applying a tourniquet to my leg after my foot was mashed into the hard road by a hand truck loaded with record albums. Eh, who needs a big toe, anyway. Purely decorative.

movin' on up

Here is a photo of our new shaq. It has no view to speak of, and no electricity yet, but the light is good, it's a decent size, and best of all, it's in the same building as the Deli Slicer!

monday video fun

^---Click here to see OK Go do their tricky treadmill dance. Warning: this tune is extremely catchy.

hi there

Yup, here I am.

La Cod au Folles

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Hullo, we're back from the wilds, completely wrung out and exhausted from the fam-a-thon. At the last minute Hyena and I were put up at a friend's house in Truro: a truly amazing Italian-style villa overlooking Pilgrim Lake and Provincetown harbor. Very un-Capey, but who's complaining? They were out of town, so we had the whole place to ourselves. The absolute high point of the weekend was a visit from Corny, Mrs. Cub, Dubz, and Mr. Dubz on Saturday night for drinx. Afterwards we went out for some chow at the local clam-shaq and took a walk around crazycrazy Ptown. Dubz re-discovered her "friend" the monument, and we descended on the army-navy store for a try-on extravaganza. It was big fun, but truth be told, certain persons were missed...

ahoy, ahoy!

Yep, ol' slothy is heading au Cod once again, for the count 'em FIFTH visit this summer, and it won't be the last by a long chalk. Believe me, it ain't no party, and I guess it's time to come clean. The reason for the frequent visits is that I took a secret summer job rowing tourists across the bay. The pay is low, but the glamour factor is high, and it's done wonders for my upper-body strength...