The Brad's 2005 Man Of The Year Award

Goes to Joey Lawrence, for his contributions to 20th Century popular culture and quantam physics.





Congragulations Joey, give my love to your lovely wife Barbara & your two kids. Joey Lawrence currently lives in suburban Columbus, OH where he is professor emeritus at a major college. There he developed the theory, which many physisists including Steven Hawkings believe, that will bridge the gap between understanding the Big Bang and tasty cheese based snacks. The theory is based on the square root of a tasty Cheez-it and the number of stars he is able to count on any given night.

Nihilistic Weekend

At least nihilistic in spirit, because it has been a good weekend of doing nothing. Nothing being my mantra. And to think of all those people I'll talk to at work & tell me how great their weekend was, all the antique markets, rollerblading, pottery classes, and whatever else people who have no soul that need outside stimulation to fill their empty voids. I am full of life, so I don't need any additional stimulation, just some alcohol & cheezits.

But it has been good - yesterday was a more active day, we finished our shopping at the new 'urban' outdoor mall in the city where we also went to ikea. Which is good, because they have those big packs of oat chocolate cookies. My bum bum is on the Sweede. Sweedish.

But of course we spent money yesterday, or more accurately I signed my name on either paper or on a digital pad. It's always an adventure shopping when you have no money, figuring which credit card to use. I used to worry about it but I don't much anymore, I figured when the time we are in financial trouble I'll start believing in god. Because whenever you hear about people that are in full shit, like the katrina survivors, they always say they put their faith in the lord. So I'll just let god pay off my credit cards, then when they're paid off I'll resume my disbelief of him.

Sucker.

Otherwise the only other problem we had was a possum that now lives in our crawlspace. Now, someone who gives a shit would do something about it, I haven't decided how much of the shit I believe in. So, we'll see. My other mantra, besides believing in nothing I always believe in seeing in the future tense.

A discovery I made, was an interesting mixer at Target that makes peppermintinis, all you add is vodka. Of course it tasted like shit, but I found out if you add chocolate milk to it, it fucking rocks a camels ass. Of course my wife already knew this, but it was still a discovery for me. So that counts.

Ok - I'm resuming nothing. All you other fuckers out there enjoy your running around in place, I'll be sitting on my ass drinking.