Steven Schnoor is a Financial Controller. I don't know him but since we are talking numbers:

1. Total ad clicking revenue for the month of February:
a. One penny

I know we can do better, together as a team. Let's see this thing through and have something we can look back upon and be proud of. You all have done a great job and I know we can get back to where we once were. Hell! we can be better. Now...I have a plan...and if you have a better one, I want you to let me know...cause its all I got...let's get out there and... do what we came to do!

I have a new format under consideration.

The idea is that from now on, this blog will be dedicated to events involving, in and/or around getting shot in the face by a vice president. I am sure this activity is destined to become a national pastime and I am looking to be an early adaptor, if not an innovator in this industry.

"My Parents Dragged Me All The Way To Texas....And All I Got Was A Grill Full Of Buckshot."

Honorary Face Shootings could be awarded at University graduation ceremonies. "And now, as honor to this institiuon and all students, faculty, past and present, Dean Wormer will now be shot in the face by former Vice President Gerald Ford...."

I think the biggest issue will be controling the number of Chinese knock-off Vice Presidents that will surely flood the US market.

There was an actual big fat chicken in front of someone's house yesterday. A rooster I reckon and it was alive. The significance lies in the fact that this was across the street from the QFC Grocery Store that once commonly known as the Q Fat Chicken.

Speaking of feral livestock, I think the reality of it all has finally setteled in. The Happy Palace is gone and is never coming back.

Nothing has happend in weeks. Until today, when two things happend!

First, an old man was spotted in my front yard. "Wow!" you have probably just exclaimed, but wait! there is more. He was putting (as in golf, i.e. with a putter; not putting as in pudding) the shit of a bichon frise. It was a two putt into a white plastic bag. First frisbee golf....

Also, apparently worse than writing a check at the grocery store is letting a car warm up while someone is waiting for the spot. I was on the receiving end of the rage and found it amusing. It will be interesting to see what mixed bag of slander, insult and pure profanity I conjure next time I am waiting for someone.