WEDDING HIGHLIGHTS

Three-brother totem pole maneuver on oversized chairs.

Dancing with cake, followed by cake in the face, followed by unpleasant Bryan cheek-lick.

Sean and Aiden (sp?) playing chase at the reception

That Aussie drinking song. I want to know it.

Sweet long Sean nap on the return flight

Sweet Sean puke all over daddy upon Snowmass arrival

Matt’s waitress explaining how the pheasant is pheasant, but really it’s chicken.

Writing killer awesome notes on the wishing tree (like, “I’m Kerry, and that’s scary”).

Finding a piece of nasty bark outside and placing it amongst the bark seating assignments.

Tit for

Got a tat on my right shoulder-ish. It's the numbers 930 in block letters and mushed together. The numbers signify Dee and Sean's shared birthday: September Thirty.

The tat was inked in San Diego at a place called Church of Steel by a portly German named Marcel, with a mixed rockabilly/goth style. While I was there another artist got a call, and the secretary said "Hey, remember that dude whose face you tattooed yesterday? Well, he's coming in and he's pissed!" I missed the confrontation unfortunately.

Adding to the experience, I saw a screaming load of girls crowded around these guys.

Next Friday I head for San Diego. I will stay in a hostel and, perhaps, be burned to death by the California fires. Pray for me. Pray for Mojo.

After some thought, I've decided that my favorite movie in the last while has got to be Children of Men.

Adobe Illustrator kicks ass.

So do the BoSox. Eat it Denver.

Classified

Underweight yet flabby MWM with terribly itchy eyes seeks like-minded MWM or SWM to commiserate over total lack of time to do anything but clean up after messy babies and do laundry once in awhile. No baldies.

Bits of Kyle

About a month ago our car was broken into while it was parked at the Detroit airport, just days before our move out to Boston. My CD collection was swiped, and the thieves were nice enough to scrape and bend the door and window frame before busting out the window. A nice Detroit-style “good bye” for us.

We live next door to the most popular sandwich shop in Arlington, MA. The sandwiches are delicious and so is the convenience. It’s trouble.

My favorite new food is a whoopie pie. It treats me well.

Am I sweaty and stubbly enough for you?

Eddie

I've about had it with Eddie Murphy in a fat suit. I count 11 fat suits in the last 10 years, and there could be more that I'm not aware of. Did he wear one for Dr. Doolittle? I'm not counting it if so.

I'm Outta Here

My official postdoctoral fellowship will be....

....in this city
...at this univeristy
....in this department
....in this laboratory
...with this researcher
....in this institute
....which is next door to this crazy building