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Hope you all had a Merry Festivus! ;) I used the image at left as my profile pic recently on Facebook and thought I'd share it on here as well.

For the first time since moving here, I had Christmas day off from work and actually got to have dinner at a friend's house that night. :-D We also watched the Bears/Packers game on their flatscreen TV, which was way awesome even though Chicago lost.

First night out on the town in Ashland!

Greetings from further north
than most people care to live:

Tonight I met a couple of friends from work for a few drinks at the Deepwater Grille on Main Street. It was really fun and I am so glad I went. ;-) I had not been out anywhere yet (except for the grocery store, Wal-Mart and the Super Wash laundromat) since moving here, so I was quite excited about the evening and was not disappointed.

My intention was to buy them at least one round of drinks, especially for Chad, who bailed me out so many times when I was first starting out, but they had a tab started and ended up paying for mine, which was very nice of them.

I have to tell you, I had a total heart-stopping moment when I spied one of the Big Top Chautauqua performers further down the bar. I happen to have a framed photo of myself with this individual, own his solo CD, etc., and am pretty much of a groupie, so I was really shitting a brick when I saw him there. It was too funny...

OK, here's the GbV song running through my head at the moment and it's most appropriate:

I Am a Scientist

I am a scientist - I seek to understand me,
All of my impurities and evils yet unknown.
I am a journalist - I write to you to show you.
I am an incurable,
And nothing else behaves like me.

And I know what's right,
But I'm losing sight,
Of the clues for which I search and choose,
To abuse,
To just unlock my mind.
Yeah, and just unlock my mind.

I am a pharmacist,
Prescriptions I will fill you;
Potions, pills and medicines,
To ease your painful lives.
I am a lost soul,
I shoot myself with rock & roll.
The hole I dig is bottomless,
But nothing else can set me free.

Even a cursory analysis of those lyrics will reveal several layers of meaning. ;-) If you haven't yet discovered this little gem by Sir Bobert, Stan, I highly recommend it for what ails ya. You'll find it on their landmark 1994 release, Bee Thousand.

Ny-tol!

Tater,

JotWU

Luck o' the Irish!

Now those fellas look relaxed!