Guy Fieri is my hero.

Just wanted to say, Diners, Drive-ins, and Dives is not something I should be watching before dinner. I saw some people talking trash about his cooking show, but I’ve never seen it. Triple-D is the shiznit and that’s all I need to know.

Watching the barbecue show gave me serious cravings for the brisket at the Willamette General Store in West Linn and I finally made it back there today. I think the brisket could use some more smoke, but I really shouldn’t try to improve on something so tasty. They’re a Trager dealer and they also run the grills and sell smoked meats and sandwiches. Funny thing to sell at a hardware store. If they were any closer, I’d be much fatter. Fortunately, they’re 30 minutes away and that’s when I’m driving like a maniac.

Happy Birthday to the HMFIC!

It’s the Head Honcho’s birthday today. He’s catching up and in two more years he’ll be my age. (But then I’ll be two years older. My plan is not really working.) In any case, getting older sure beats the alternative.

I may be the silliest person at the gym, but I’m not the most talented. I can stand around looking pale with the best of them.

Pale dudes standing.

But to get serious madness, I have to get help from the animator Nick Childs of Muledick fame.

Todd and the discus.

Todd and the pommel horse.

Todd and water polo.

That’s right. I’ll be the guy at the gym with the medals around his neck.