Koo Koo Kachoo

I really need to remember to buy eggs after work today, so I can have bread in the oven for Thursday Tea tonight. Not that we'll be short of snacks, but I have milk that needs to be used up, and I figure the best way to do that is to bake some bread. Or have you come over and put milk in your tea. Or run out into the street and dump milk on the heads of the kids who seem to congregate on my curb and yell, "Milk head! Milk head!" But this seems a bad idea.

I don't believe it's almost May. Time has gone too fast in April. And far be it from me to bestow equine dental examinations, but since I know I've won some Amazon money for my limericks, I wish the gift certificate email would come so I can buy the video games waiting in my cart. I am a patient man, but I need to acquire these video games before the price jumps because the used ones disappear. C'mon, fate, work with me here.

Only last night did I realize that the John Hodgman on the Daily Show is the same guy who wrote The Areas of My Expertise, a book which I've had recommended to me a few times, but haven't gotten around to reading. I should read it. If anyone has it, I'd love to borrow it at some point. Not that I've even made a dent in my glorious new humor library, with tomes of Dave Barry +1, and probably my favorite book of all, The Groucho Letters. Groucho remains the funniest person ever. Even his letters are genius.