“The time has come,” the Walrus said, “To talk of many things…” 
Bombastic: Everything I write here on MMH.
Barbeque: This past Saturday, we bought Gary’s First Grill. In a lot of ways, it’s just like baby’s first book, in that I’ve never cooked anything involving a flame outside of boiling water and putting something in it. My first foray into searing flesh outdoors turned out pretty bad-ass, to be honest. Erin even said, “This is better than any meal we’ve had out in a long time.” She helped a lot, did all of the prep-work, and provided essential oversight. We had some steaks, veggies, and she dug on some shrimp… overall 87% to perfect. Pat the Bunny, bitches.
Biology: Like the idiot savant that I am… I find myself pulling random—yet accurate and archaic—biological facts that happen to surface in day-to-day conversation. It’s weird… like Rain Man weird.
Blackura: During a short Slev run for with-Gregg beers last Wednesday, the ol’ dog turned 66,666 miles. Fuckin’ metal! Time for an oil change and get that wheel bearing looked at. [history] Coming back from Annapolis on Saturday, however, the trans started floppin’ around like Linda Blair in “The Exorcist”. Today, I dropped it off at the local shop for the trifecta: oil change, wheel bearing replacement, transmission overhaul. In other words:
Blackura: What an excellent day for an exorcism.
Me: You would like that?