Just a picture from my Monday night. A couple of friends and I went to see some wrestling. The amount of sweaty pectorals was overwhelming but I made it through just fine. Wink wink, nudge nudge.

All jokes aside though anyone that scoffs at what these men and women (who are spectacular btw) do has never really watched it and understood it. The surgical precision with which these entertainers must perform their stunts is worthy of the same respect we give to other professionals. If you’ve ever seen the Undertaker perform his finishing move “the tombstone” you know what I’m talking about. How he hasn’t paralyzed every wrestler he’s taken down like that is beyond me and a testament to his skill and the skill of his fellow stuntmen. They are literally inches away from catastrophic mistakes every time they enter that ring to entertain us.

And if death defying displays of athleticism and insanity aren’t good enough watch it for the freak show. The sheer size of Batista’s arms  or The Big Show’s barrel chest, like the Grand Canyon, do not disappoint when gazed upon in real life.

The only thing that’s truly fake about pro-wrestling is the delightfully cheesy expository drama.

Still bummed Triple H wasn’t there. Maybe next time.

This is one of my favorite things that anyone has ever given me…and the thing Adam was complaining I didn’t mention in my desk post. This thing isn’t on my desk…it’s on the book shelf next to it. Either way here it is…

So this is where I do a lot of things. I just recently cleaned it off and got it back into working condition. I had taken over the living room and the couch wasn’t working out anymore. Anyway this is what my desk looks like here in Birmingham…

My pen cups with Elvis, Batman, Superman, and Jim Halpert on them, holding red pens, highlighters, color pens and black/blue pens respectively.

My constantly fighting US and Soviet Unicorns.

If you’re in the market for a great stapler or tape dispenser get one of these puppies.

This my left little shelf, It’s where Wall-E and Batgirl and Kris Kristofferson live! Oh and my autograph from Jesse, he’s the best!

Close up of Apple Jack…I share a soul with this little piece of plastic. We’ve been together forever.

My pet Butterfly…that’s pretty self explanatory.

This is the back wall cork board. It’s where I keep a couple of random quotes and a couple of things I wrote for myself. Bill Monroe is there with his mandolin. Willie! and Janice’s beads. Also one of the many really cool photos my mom took of me and my dad when I was tiny.

My left shelf is where Supergirl and a froggy my Aunt Suzi bought me live! The Polaroid is my mom and I standing in front of the home we left in North Carolina the day before we moved to L.A.

Willie! This is probably my favorite picture of my favorite singer, songwriter and guitar player.

My favorite song lyric ever and my little Buddha Buddy that helps me stay in harmony.

A sweet cowboy boot I bought at the Grand Canyon. It sits between two pictures of me with my best friends. One day I’ll have a pair of these to put my feet in but right now this one keeps my USB drives cozy.

Detail of the higher shelf with Indian Jones! a crazy panda, a photo of my grandma and her bff Norma, two photos of the desert somewhere that mom had from Aug. of 1970, i love those. My van right after my mom and I painted it pink,  Dwight and Optimus and half of Iron Man. They make a good team.

These are the only books I keep on my desk, a few references and good ‘ol Mr. Hammett.

This lady is going to win an Emmy later this year for what happens tomorrow night on HBO. Watch it.

Typing wasn’t so bad today. I finished 4, 5, and 6 and I’ll probably get a head start on 7 tonight. Any way I can get ahead on this week’s typing schedule will be awesome.

My laptop cooler and my new camera get here tomorrow!@(&#(@*^#@(*$ I can’t wait.

…4 more days till vacay….and 21 televisions.

The vessel I would like to live the rest of my life in…

Sweet Glory. Hydrojets and chromotherapy. Forget the puppy suit I want this, “this,” being a Thalassor Beleina Whirlpool tub.

I knew I’d kill these things before they had flowers.

ShamWow! by stringbot

No one (except maybe this guy) understands how desperately I want a ShamWow.

Four games, four Saturdays of awesome! These boys are the reason I’ll miss being so close to Georgia.

Happy St. Patrick’s Day everyone! Here’s some pretty to make your day. (it’s a unicorn, shh…)