Don't listen to the pretentious fish

I just got this in my Yahoo IM web client:


My neck head??? That would only make sense to a fish, who arguably do indeed have neck heads.

I don't have the heart to tell this fish that I love him. Raw. With rice and seaweed. And grilled, of course. Pseudointellectualsalmon may not be in my Contacts; but his brother lies quartered in my freezer, the memory of his flavor indelibly into my neck head.

Craigslist

There are some crazy things going on with Craigslist. We just use it to buy patio furniture. I've also purchased a voice recorder, a computer, and ... oh, I think a refrigerator too. Tina and I just haven't advanced to the hookers and rapists yet. I think we're good with household items, really.