Picture purge:

4/4: I drag Kelly to The Mint, but it she who ensures we stay until closing.
4/5: Bowling gives me the opportunity to show off my perfect form.
4/5: A wee few shots from Alcatraz. Plus I snuck in two of the cutest cats ever.
4/19: Jess and Gareth throw a party with peeps, for peeps, and all about peeps.

And I really must insist you see Heather's fabulous peep work as well. Like you could stand anymore.

(Insert "I don't want to hear a peep out of you" joke here.)

I've been thinking lately, as we're all wont to do from time to time, about what I'm good at. Like, you know, what sort of alternate career path might I have chosen, or might still choose. So I'm working on this list. And I haven't gotten very far:

1. Painting my fingernails. (Note: This does not include painting anyone else's fingernails, just mine. Just these 10 right here.)
2. Egg-and-cheese on an English muffin.
3. Spelling difficult celebrity names like, "Pfeiffer" and "McConaughey." (And no, I didn't just doublecheck on IMDb. I swear.)
4. Finding obscure 80s songs on Kazaa.
5. Timing the fast-forward on my TiVo remote just so.

Feel free to send your analysis my way.

I used to be a much better blogger.

This is what happens when a group of Silicon Valley engineers get together and try to come up with creative t-shirt packaging to represent a project code-named after a sword.

Clearly no women were consulted to ensure against double entendre.

Oh, how I love my job!