So what're you doin' for New Year's Eve?

So tell me you're somewhere having fun. Oh, I know. It's Amateur Night tonight with all the yupsters out drinking and running their brand-new 2008 hybrids up on the sidewalks, I know. Barfin' sunshine and Wet Willie's frozen daiquiris. But who cares? Don't let that spoil your fun. Tell everyone you've gone green and leave the car at home. Besides, it's beneficial for something-something about the ozone layer and not-melting things. Tell me you're having fun tonight somewhere because let's face it -- it's the New Year. And you know me, I'm psychic. And I'm here to tell you, this year is going to be a good one. Let's call it Año Ocho.

But if you insist on hanging out at home, I understand. Odds are, I'll be doing the same thing. But trust me, I'll be celebrating. So pass the Chex Mix and bourbon balls, kids. I have a few good links to keep us all company.

Get your Yeti or gnome fix at Yeti vs. gnome.com

I could spend a great deal of dogtime here at dogluvva.com

Need a good luck pork tenderloin with black-eyed peas recipe? Yeah. Me, too. So look it up at my new addiction -- cookingforengineers.com.

And that's about it for this year. See you in Año Ocho...

smelltergeist (n) an evil, swirling, odor-dervish that lives at my front door and punches everyone in the nose as they walk in (e.g., "If you smell burned popcorn and fried turkey bacon right inside, it's yesterday's smelltergeist that I can't exorcise.")


Yes, I do miss my apartment, even if it smells a little funny sometimes. So I'll be driving back, getting home to Memphis today. If anyone needs me, I'll be in the front room burning candles.


ps to disneyscott: yes, I will post photos of my new lair. tomorrow. promise.

Ta, chuck!!

Lady B! You have no idea how much I love the giftie you sent me. You know how I feel about pink, but how in the world did you know that my dad always gave me mini mag-lights to keep around the house, keep in the car, etc...? And what gets me is that I have been needing one for my keychain since it's impossible to see the lock on my apartment's back door at night.

Yes, for real! Spooky in that good spooky kind of way.

Thank you again, and expect a postie from me to come soon. xox - bny

Many Happy Jagshemesh, Sinta Klooz!

Well, Santa has passed over Kazakstan and dropped his load
and brought me back the Borat DVD plus free t-shirt,
and I got the book, too.
Now I won't have to sell my brother, Barrimooniloe,
into slavery. Yet.

So, we here at labmonkie wish you
a very Happy Christmas
full of love, peace and joy for everyone!


Unless we don't like you,
then why are you reading this?
Go check your stockings for lumps of coal.
Go on. Get! You know who y'are!

Well, it's officially Christmas now.

I have done something that I never ever do and have chosen to find it liberating instead of enslaving. I have actually been so pressed for time today that I had an entire phone conversation while on the toilet. Yes, I know some twisted people pay good money for that kind of phone conversation, but I'm a very modest person. So I neither announced nor revealed my multi-tasking super-prowess to the caller, but there you go. And now, so have I. So I have several people wondering, "No. Was it me she was talking to at that moment?" For the record, "Yes, it was, and I am a many-splendored thing."

And so are you. awwwwwwwwwwww. Sure you needed to know all this. Now get back to wrapping those presents, Mary and Gay!