Or maybe just ’cause I think I can.

Brite smile no? Nice fish too.

Thank ya Cat. You brightened my day brother.

Someday when things are good, I’m gonna leave you.
I can’t seem to go when things are bad.
I’ll be one more love that you can dream about,
And one more man that you can say you’ve had.

You’ll always be the kind to dream of yesterday.
And a way of life I never understood.
And someday soon I’ll be just one more memory.
And you’ll call my name when things are not so good.

Someday when things are good, I’m gonna leave you.
I can’t seem to go when things are bad.
I’ll be one more love that you can dream about,
And one more man that you can say you’ve had.

Here’s another one… now, is it just me, or when ol’ Ron states “I wasn’t tying to start any shit with the little chilli boy” That’s so fuckin’ yabu it’s funny. I honestly can picture ol’ bu layin’ that one down. Then at the end… it sounds like Eric’s kitchen after the end of a long night. Ice cubes rattlin’ in an empty Scotch glass. Those of you that know ‘em, know it’s true.

Write a song Eric… It’s in you. And it’s got to come out. 3 paragraphs ain’t gonna chap your ass too bad is it?

Usually, I can spot these fuckers without missin’ a beat. It’s some kind gym tool to make you big, or some diet supplement to make you small. I’ve been shanghaied. In the shitload of channels I have on TV, I’ve recently discovered Versus, and the Outdoor channel. They’re cool for the most part as far as I’m concerned. Tonight, I found myself tuned in to a fishin’ show, and I’ll be damned if the main focus of it wasn’t to sell me a certain lure from Wal-Mart. I just dropped 80 bucks there, before I saw the show, and now, I’ve got more lures to fish this spring then I can shake a rod at. I just would like to have some better fishin’ holes. Anyway, back to this infomercial/fishin’ show… I kept watchin’ the thing ’cause they were catchin’ fish, and I got the fishin’ jones in a bad way, but every damned 2 minutes, they’d break away to a fella what designed the “lures”, and he’d be swearin’ by ‘em. That shit is wrong.

I got to thinkin’ a bit, and I thought, you know what… most of the danged TV I watch anymore is a freakin’ infomercial. They’re not showin’ TV for free anymore. When’s the last time you saw a new Andy Griffith show on TV? Yeah, right. They’re always tryin’ to sell somethin’. No, I don’t know who they are, but you can damned near point your finger in any direction and not miss the target. I don’t have anything against targeted marketin’, but when I figure out I’m watchin’ a “sports channel”, and I figure out I”m payin’ some kind of premium cable price, and I’m watchin’ some obscure fishin’ channel, and it’s fuckin’ infomercial…. It just rubbed me the wrong way. I still want to see ‘em catch the big boy, but damn, it kinda takes some of the fun out of it…

Handin’ out DQ’s for unsafe boatin’ at the Bassmaster Classic is like handin’ out speedin’ tickets at the Daytona 500. I don’t think Gerald Swindle had any jet fuel in the tank… what’s the problem? I say, drive it like you stole it, then again, I have a suspended drivers license…

Somebody decided to roll out a big deal web site on Monday. It’s been months in the making.

Friday, Friday, they decided to start testing it in the environment in which it will run.

I’ve received numerous office emails this weekend marked with the infamous “!”.

The infamous “!” is my pet peeve. Do people really, really, believe that the little exclamation marked messages magically jump their way to the front of my email box and open themselves in blinkin’ screamin’ read me first or else mode?

Do people really set their email clients up so that all the exclaimed emails show up first in the list?

Fuck the bang”!”… I’ll read it when I get to it, save the pixels man, save the pixels… Your email will be processed in the order it was received.

Catfish’s usually come first, and he don’t use the “!”… that decision is base purely on the content of the emails I get from Cat…