Year: 2004

You may or probably may not have noticed that I finally placed my Google Adsense banner on my blog. Now I’m planning for my retirement! I must thank you kind souls. Yesterday I made 10 cents!!

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A New Day!

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This Morning

Dad: “Amy, want your hot dog?”

Amy: “No, I’m building!”

later-

Amy: “Hey Dad! I’m building!”

Ok. My bod is recovering from the juggling last night for the most part. The pain is now mostly in my thighs.

I have a secret.

I commented to my wife that last night was the first time I ever felt the Rola Bola in my knees. She recommended that perhaps it is time for my old self to retire that trick. I instead want to try some of these tricks!

Student: How did I get into this predicament?

Master: You reap what you sow.

This Morning

I juggled for roughly 2.5 hours straight at the church‘s Trunk or Treat event last night. There were significantly few cars than last year. I could not judge the number of people because I had spot lights on me most of the evening. Today my arms feel like rubber, my back is telling me I should be streatching regularly, and my gluts don’t hurt as much as they did last night and are actually probably better off for the event. We had one casuality during the show I asked for an adult volunteer and accidentally ended up with a child. This is for the routine I juggle knives over the person (actually, I juggle rubber chickens over them after convincing them it will be knives and blindfolding them). Since it was a child I turned the microphone off and forewarned her of what was to come (sometimes I have to do that for the adults too). She relaxed and enjoyed herself until she left the stage and fell on the stairs onto her hip. I was mortified! But she was ok.

The torches always draw a huge crowd. This performance I actually burned myself! A rarity. I was being stupid and as the volunteer held the torches, me standing on a rola bola (a board atop a pvc pipe), I lit the two torches closest to me then reached through the flames to light the third. It was a stunt that no one in the audience could follow and only endangered myself. Schtupid!

I would like to do more practices and more performances. Come on lottery!

My stats are showing many searches for the “Jonathan Hayter” article which declared “staring at women’s breasts is good for men’s health.” So I followed the original link to the newspaper clipping and sure enough the image is gone. Well, having the foresight and the ability to recognise this as a cute Photoshop job, I saved a copy of the “article” for prosperity and now that it has disappeared from its source, I re-present it to you! 

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This Morning

I’m pretty wigged today. Commitments getting in the way of commitments. Somebody commit me!

Anyone join Orkut yet? (In affiliation with) Google has set up an online community and is giving logins the same way that GMail accounts were handed out.

The scouts sleeping with the fishes. Tommy in the foreground Noah at the opposite end just out of the picture. This is the tunnel in the Ripley’s Aquarium in the Smokies. Normally a moving sidewalk that takes you under the shark tank. On this night it was a hotel for the scouts. It was very cool! 

I had this bizarre dream last night that we were living in this upscale zero lot line neighborhood and my wife decides to open our house up as a deli. Suddenly the house has 14 foot ceilings, is brightly lit, and has little square tables all over the place with huge bottles of ketchup on each one. Our success booms and the desire to eat our food brings people in by the droves. We had never intended it to be more than serving a few people and stress comes as we start to worry that the health inspector will learn of our restaurant, discover we are working without permits, see our dust bunnies, and kick us out of our house.

Other things a two year old should not know how to say: “Daddy, don’t step in Molly’s poop!” not that she should not be able to grasp the words. The dog should not be doing that in the house!

Amy now is playing nicely with one of her dolls and chattering up a storm. She has such a great imagination!