jennings rampage

Whoooooooooeeeee!

I’m getting over this unusual twenty-four hour thing that took both Austin and me out yesterday. Not really sure what it was — had the inflammed sinuses, some galloping greens, muscle weakness, fatigue, ennui. But an aggressive regimen of fluids, vitamins, Netflix, and DVR seems to have done its job, and we’re both back on our respective jobs today. I blame the out-of-towners and their strange parasites for the illness, and my strong immune system and vitamin cocktail for the quick recovery. So how ’bout that.

But goodness, I am way behind on the things I find, so let’s hit yet another list:

• Welcome to the Posse: Jen O’Bryan, superior human being, skilled at word games, cooking, technology solutions, and being calm when her insane husband needs to go to the emergency room. Andrew Hutson, scholar, well-read and well-travelled, valued associate, and now a proven blogger. Ethan Kaye, local creative type, master of the long-winded expository snark. Paul Overton, delightful, brilliant, multitalented, runaway winner of my imaginary “Best New Improviser” award. PT Scarborough, who I didn’t know had a blog. Sorry, bud. And H. Wade Minter, fellow technonerdy wrestling smark who I’ve neglected the common courtesy of a reciprocal link for AGES now. Blogrolling makes maintaining up-to-date links simple, if you give a shit to begin with.
• I’m sorry to announce the first ever ejection from the Posse: esteemed roommate Austin Nava, who let his domain name expire after blogging maybe five times in the past year. That’ll be the answer to a trivia question some day. [Note to Ben Moser: YOU'RE NEXT. (cue music)]
• Jen O’Bryan is responsible for this, the funniest thing I have ever seen.
• I found two pictures of myself from the summer of 2002, from that one weekend that I stayed up for fifty-some hours in a row, and apparently at one point put on a ridiculous fake beard. I’m sorry I can’t be more clear.