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I finally got our photos online, after about an hour of uploading, and many days waiting for my ISP to give me proper access to my account. Enjoy!

http://christianyates.com/gallery/wedding

http://www.wired.com/news/technology/0,1282,67513,00.html

ME: That's a healty dinner

MORGAN: Yeah, I needed a snack before I go to the gym.

ME: (looking puzzled) So you're eating ding-dongs, cheetos, and Mountian Dew before you head to the gym?

MORGAN: Um... yeah, I guess that sounds a little silly when you put it that way.

I probably paraphrased that, but hey, this site is mostly lies anyhow.

And yes, I'm working on getting our wedding photos online... Just got to fix my Gallery installation.

Got you a hankering to bust a bronc, rope a calf, ride a bull or wrangle an armadilla? Well fuck yes you have! Here's my short list of tips for the (mechanical) bull-riding neophyte:

I spotted this story about a whale explosion in Taiwan. Gory pictures. Good stuff. Not really that funny. Until I got to the following quote:

Saturday night the greatest minds of the Coastal Empire met in the Lucas Theater for an intellectual debate of epic proportions. Creationists vs. Scientists. On the right (side of the the table, not the issue), a liberal Dream Team. The best of the best of Savannah area second-rate colleges. To give them credit, they all had doctorates of some form... a physiologist, a lawyer and.... some other Armstrong Atlantic Ph.D. Ok, we're not exactly reenacting the Manhattan Project here.

Am I the only person that hasn't heard the creepy-ass 80's song "Dear Mr. Jesus" before? Betsy seems to think I am. I've got to thank her new XM Radio for giving me the opportunity to hear a child singing such touching lines as "please don't tell my daddy, but my mommy hits me too" or "Dear Mr. Jesus, they say that she may die...

I don't know my choice of transportation encourages every mullet with a camaro or backwards-hat-wearing fart-can Honda driving tool to pretend to be Mario Andretti or "Big Daddy" Don Garlits.

Well, I'm guessing this commercial isn't going to make it on the airwaves here in the good ole U. S. of A. A shame, that. Fucking politcally correct pussies. Click, and enjoy.

(yes, I know it's fake)