The U.S. Relaxes Some Passport Rules for Regional Travel

A.J. is always telling me that he loves my non-sequiturs. He also loves when I play Boob Hat, but since I can't (and really shouldn't) play Boob Hat with all of ya'll, here are some sequiturs that are non. I love lamp.

I was cleaning my toilet this morning and bent over the bowl, I was surprised to find that it smelled like pee. And then I got surprised that I was surprised because if there's anything that's supposed to smell like pee, it's probably a toilet.

I made a bag of microwave popcorn in which there was not a single unpopped kernel. Not. A. Single. One. I was frightened.

At work, my buddy Jim recently told me that our network allowed us to listen to our co-workers' iTunes collections. This is probably not big news to you all, but as a slight techno-phobe, I was floored.

I have found that my musical tastes absolutely mirror our company's Vice President of Businessy Financial Stuff or Whatever (VP of BFSOW). I have fought against the "corporate" label (rather lazily, given my 87 pairs of pantyhose), but now I have to re-think that, if "corporate" means digging Josh Ritter, Ray Lamontagne and The Black Keys.