We Don't Need No Stinkin' Licenses!!

I slept quite well this past evening. Unfortunately, during my bouts with concsiousness, I was forced to endure a high pitched clicking sound every time I moved. And was doubley unfortunate to be too tired to figure out what it was. Last time that happened there was a monster under my bed. No shit! I was more awake for that though. And I'm pretty sure it wasn't a creature because it was linked to my movement. Very annoying.

Anyway. I got my hair cut today, I have sideburns. Terribly odd. Next time will be a change worthy of the prefix "dramatic"! A dramatic change is but six weeks (maybe more) away, as I will alter my hairstyle forever!! Or a week. Maybe six if I like it. And longer if other people give kudos.

The Blendomatic 3000 was uncleanable for a while, but through the combined might of Matt and myself, we managed to disassemble it. Of course, when cleaned and put back together, it was making wierd noises, and failed to really blend ice cream and milk for the nightly South Park viewing. Severely disappointing. But still yummy delicious goodness!

Smallville had the premiere of its fourth season tonight. I had been waiting impatiently for an interminable period of time (three months?) to find out how the season finale panned out. Matt is going to be thrilled; Chloe is still alive!! I was shocked. Shocked I say, shocked to learn she was still alive. Matt recently awoken from slumber, when informed of Chloe's still being alive remarked "Woohoo!" and marched to the kitchen for nourishment. That's thrilled alright.

The media whore is still in the news for her marriage. She has yet to file a marriage license, so we can look forward to another week of her being in the mainstream media. Didn't see that one coming. And we won't count it as something along the lines of divorce/nullification or a sex tape.