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EDIT - joke of the day:
Larry gets home late one night and his wife, Linda, says, "Where in the hell have you been?"

Larry replies, "I was out getting a tattoo."

"A tattoo?" she frowned. "What kind of tattoo did you get?"

"I got a hundred dollar bil! l got it on my privates," he said proudly.

"What the hell were you thinking?" she said, shaking her head in disdain. "Why on earth would an accountant get a hundred dollar bill tattooed on his privates?"

"Well, for one...I like to watch my money grow. Two...once in a while I like to play with my money. Three...I like how money feels in my hand. And, lastly...instead of you going out shopping, you can stay right here at home and blow a hundred bucks anytime you want."

Larry is recovering nicely at the hospital...


Just a brief update today, because nothing much of interest has been going on here.

Saturday was miserably cold and wet, but I managed to keep busy by crisscrossing the city for tickets to some features at the Philly Film Fest. The evening was spent at a double feature with my "two wives." Much popcorn was consumed.

On Sunday I couldn't resist the pull of Natalie Portman in V for Vendetta. So it was a cinema weekend as a "reward" for finishing my tax preparations. And to finish the evening, my Chicago Cubbies were on ESPN - and they won.

So, not a bad weekend. But it lacked the excitement - more Suicide Girls needed.