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BANANASHARK!!



I guess whatever genius that was trying to hack my account gave up as I haven't had any more attempts at a password change. It kind of boggles my mind as to why someone would want to hack this account. I mean, I understand wanting email access because that could possibly contain crucial personal info such as bank account or credit card/Paypal access or maybe even World of Warcraft accounts because, I, umm, heeear that those accounts can be lucrative (fine, fine, I play WoW occasionally) but I really don't understand the logic behind trying to take control someone's SG account.
Jealously at lack of access to beautiful naked ladies is my guess.

So I've been doing little today. As a matter of fact, this is what I've been doing:



Yes, those are my famous pink argyle socks.
Bones and I have been taking it easy as I decided to smash into a wall during polo last night. Hyperextended both my thumbs (Who's in pain? This guy) and hit my head hard enough to see stars. And not even good stars like Nicole Richie or Boy George.
No, wait, those stars suck.
Whew, see? Even my cognitive reasoning is suspect.
Yes, I was wearing a helmet.
No, it was not my extra-special shortbus helmet.
We have the All-Florida bike polo state championships this weekend so we've been going at it stupid hard in preparation. I guess we could have taken time off prior but, well, that's not how I do things. As previously mentioned (and as will be mentioned again and again and again) I do things at 129%, that's just how I'm wired.
Wait, you're putting wires where?
Anyway, lets do a cognitive reasoning drill -- what's this attempting to say?



I didn't get it initially but when I did I actually snorted.
If you're the first one to answer this I'll send you a porkchop.

So today was spent under the influence of Ibuprofen, caffeine and paint. Paint, as in, "Why not paint with two funky thumbs as opposed to just lay there and be a boob?" Not that being a boob is a bad thing (especially if that's what your job in life is to be) but I have a problem sitting still. I also watched a butt-ton of Mad Men. I'm about two-thirds of the way through season two and it's pretty damn good.



Speaking of cognitive reasoning, here:



HANDEGG! This makes too much sense. I'm going to petition the NFL to officially change the name. Can you hear a bunch of drunken rednecks chanting, "HANDEGG, HANDEGG, HANDEGG!" while quaffing their Coors Light (with the cold-activated can)?
I know I can.

What?

Don't judge! These are simply the visions I have. Don't look at me differently because I have odd visions of daily happenings.



Yes, I've still been skulking about bars reading damnyouautocorrect! and giggling to myself. This is no exaggeration. I'm actually waiting to hear, "Sir, we need you to leave as you're scaring patrons with your slightly insane and somewhat disturbing cackling."



Alright, this is kind of short but it's proof positive that I still retain control of my account, my faculties and my virginity. With that said I'm going to take more Ibuprofen and chill with the Bones. He thanks you, I thank you and we bid you a good night.



Cheers,
Scotty

PS - I really don't retain control of my virginity. It actually disappeared somewhere in the Amazon jungle back in the 80's.

PPS - Just kidding. It wasn't the Amazon jungle. It was amazon.com.