Good evening. It's 4:00, everyone in the office who's not playing video games has gone home, and I'm indulging myself in a little internet time wasting before I tackle some more writing and then go home and go shopping.

First off, E1st's comment was very on the money. No matter how long it's been since I've written something, people still come and check me out. I thank you.

Secondly, I'd like to rewish everyone a happy Thanksgiving (gorge and grow round!) and a happy Hanukkah to those for whom it's appropriate. I personally can't wait to eat like a glutton and get some Elmer Fudd-esque west and welaxation. If you're going to be in the Goshen area this weekend and want to see me (Matt, I'm looking in your direction) give me a call. You don't have my new cell #, but you can call my house and I'm sure my mom can give it to you.

Congratulations and yay to Melissa and Andy. I'll talk more to you guys later.

There. I've been reading web journals and my sponge-like brain has cranked out the most web-journal-esque of my web journal postings yet. I apologize. Now I'm going to go write and tonight I'm going out for sushi! Woo!

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Take the Which They Might Be Giants member are you? Quiz!

Which Giant are you?

Noted celebrity journal-keeper Will Wheaton I am not. I'm a terrible person whose been updating his terrible journal once a week. Terribly. Sorry.

There's supposed to be a big snow storm tomorrow, the first of the season! And the first time I'll have to face one as a commuter. I have two words for that: suck ass. I don't know where I picked it up from but I've been using "suck ass" lately as my adjective for things I don't like ("Wow, what a suck-ass episode of The Simpsons") and sweet-ass as my adjective for good things ("Wow, what a sweet-ass episode of Futurama.") It just goes to prove what I've always suspected: I'm an ass freak.

I don't know when I'll post next, but I'd like to wish everyone a happy holidays. I'm especially looking forward to this weekend because I'll be getting not one, not two, but three holiday dinners! Thanksgiving dinner with Brooke's family on Thursday, Hannukah dinner with Mom on Friday, and Hannukah dinner with Dad on Sunday. And probably leftovers on Saturday. I think food is sweet-ass. That's why I'm a lard-ass.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Jeez! I haven't updated in a week. I'm sorry. I wouldn't blame you if you've stopped reading. But then of course you wouldn't be reading this. And then you wouldn't hear my story about how I met Seth "Scott Evil" Green.

You see, out where Deuce is living in Hollywood, it's not at all unusual to run into Tom Hanks on line for the ATM (as Deuce did). But here in upstate NY, it's rarer to meet movie stars. Therefore, when one shows up at a party you're at (as Seth did), it causes more of a commotion. For instance, when I meet someone at a party, they say to me, "Hi, I'm Jack," and I say "Hi, I'm Justin," and then I go about my business. But when you meet Seth Green he says "Hi, I'm Seth," and you say "Hi, I'm Justin," and then you turn to Brooke who also just met him and go "Oh my God, we just shook Seth Green's hand!"

Later on, while climbing over where you're sitting on the couch, Seth will step on Brooke's foot and touch your knee. Even later, you'll be waiting for the bathroom and Seth will emerge from it and say "All clear." Strapped for something clever or not socially awkward to say, you'll say "Is it safe to go in." Later, you'll wonder whether this offended him or not. You'll come to the conclusion that he was having too many girls throw themselves at him to care about whether or not you're worried he stank up the bathroom.

What's the point I'm trying to make? Famous people are better than us. Also, I shouldn't leave Brooke alone at a party for too long or Texans and comic book writers start hitting on her.

Ain't It Cool News is reporting that the Coen Brothers are in discussion to do a spinoff movie about the Jesus character from the Big Lebowski. All I can say is hells fuckin' yeah! I love Big Lebowski. Love it. I was trying to think about what I should do at my bachelor party (forgive me if I've posted this before), since we have a no-stripper rule, and the best I could come up with was drinking and watching the Big Lebowski. Then some of my friends pointed out that I'd be able to drink and watch the Big Lebowski after I'm married, so what's the point. So I said that there's not much I can do now that I won't be able to do after I'm married. They think that's sad. I disagree.

My new cell phone is super spiffy. If you'd like it, email me and I'll give you my new number.

Speaking of new, the move went off without a hitch this weekend, and all my pulled muscles in uncomfortable areas cleared up with just a couple of Advil. The new place is very cool, although there's still a sense of unreality, having our own place together. It feels like we're cleaning up someone else's apartment. There's still a ton of unpacking to do, too, and when I'm done with that I need to clean up my old room at home because I left it a mess. I went food shopping yesterday. That was fun. Hannaford's is the best supermarket ever.

My phone plays the Monty Python theme song as its ring. Life is good.

I'm in a reinventing mood lately. I'm moving into a new apartment. I got a new haircut, I'm going to be picking up a new cell phone. I was going to change the format of the site for some new colors and such but I realized I don't know two craps about computers.

I noticed that Karl doesn't comment anymore. In fact, I'm beginning to get a little concerned. Karl, are you OK, buddy? I hope he doesn't live alone and he's dead somewhere. We know very little about him.

There's two movies that I want to see out right now, and both apparently feature tou de force performances from performers you wouldn't neccesarily expect it from (that would be Eminem and Adam Sandler), under the care of very capable directors (that would be Curtis Hanson and P.T. "Hold my hand because I'm sad I didn't win an Oscar, Fiona" Anderson). That said, I've always enjoyed Adam Sandler as a performer, and I think Billy Madison is one of my favorite movies. That alone precludes me from ever being a film snob, no matter how many film classes I take.

Starting tomorrow, I have to buy my own food. Damn it. I accept donations through Pay Pal.

What would you like to see from this website to capture your interest more? Let me know. Seriously. I'm a chronic croud pleaser and I need constant approval.

Sorry for the lack of updates and anything interesting to say when I do update. Expect it to be a little light around here for a few days as things are unbelievably busy at work. But I'll still try to post whenever possible. I'm moving into the new apartment this Saturday, so wish me luck.

So, roughly three weeks after the last haircut, my hair was starting to get a little shaggy. I could once again put it in a legitimate pony tail. So, once again, drunk on the power of the Haircut, I decided to get it cut again. And this time, I decided I was going to get the elusive Short Haircut.

But I think I may have gone too far.

Really, it's too early to tell. Granted, it will take some getting used to, since it's definitely the shortest my hair has been since I was 13. That said, I think I made it too short or not short enough. I can't quite get it to look right. Once I find a way to wear it that I like, or it grows out a bit, I'll take a picture for you folks.

There's a new superhero on the scene, and she's got some issues.

NOTE: I just want to make a point here, although I hardly think I need to clarify, that I don't think women being taken advantage of by men is funny. I think it's funny that Terrifica has a nemesis named "Fantastico."

Here's the skinny on Olog's future wife, courtesy of the man who knows:
- Her name is Jenn and she's a junior at U of Albany
- "She is a little more outgoing (than Olog) and doesn't move at a speed that is a reciprocal of the speed of light."
- She's about 5'4"-5'6" and has shoulder-length brown hair.

That's all the information I was able to gleam. If anyone has any specific questions let me know and I'll try to find them out.

Some post-Halloween horror for you this morning. That's a shot of Mike Myers in his makeup for the Cat in the Hat movie.

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Nothing I can say would add to the inherent humor and horror of the pic, so I'll just leave it be.