Someone pointed out to me that last week’s installment might be enough to preclude me from ever having a successful bid for political office. You know what the sad thing is? She may be right.

This is sad because it only holds true the sarcastic little quote I put in my high school yearbook: “If you make people think they’re thinking, they’ll love you; if you really make them think, they’ll hate you.” The fact that I ever had, let alone uttered, such thoughts is a damning act in today’s politically hyper-correct society. Very few people — apart from you loyal readers — want to delve further into the fact that someone who ever noticed such thoughts in his head would want to address and correct them.

Which is only all the more ironic considering how many people who would scorn me actually have worse thoughts repressed deep down in their primitive ids.

And anyway,

www.shelbinator.com

Yes, I am an official web dork! Please bear with me while I hunt for the ideal web host. Inasmuch as I’m about to be a grad student, the concept of paying for web space isn’t a treat. I’ll be hopping around to various hosts till I find one I like. I don’t see why I wouldn’t keep good ol’ earthlink — apart from their crappy-ass connection speeds as an ISP — but we’ll see. Just keep tuning in to shelbinator.com and I’ll route you to the appropriate server.

Home Sweat Home

It continues to reach frightening heat indices here, and now my car has started a disturbing habit. Something in the body shell goes through a thermal decompression when I get in the car and turn on the air after work. I get about a mile from the office when BANG! something on the car pops back into place from its thermally-deformed state. It sound like I’m being shot at, and it’s all kinds of fun. GET ME THE HELL OUT OF THIS FREAKY STATE!



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