What the heck

Blogger hasn't been loading on my computer lately and my internet at home hasn't worked, hence no recent blogs...

I wish I had blogger on Sunday, I could have described my St. Patrick's day with a bit more passion, but here's the short version... it started out in an unpredictable fashion with myself meeting two friends working at the car show downtown to "just go to the nearest bar and see what happens". And that's exactly what happened. We started at Hooter's and got overpriced drinks with a view, then ended up at the Lodge. A creepo weirdo guy kept creeping everyone out by telling them he had something to tell them and then pulling them in and touching and grabbing them, just creepy. He got tossed from the bar. Other than that, nothing more than another night out... dang I wish I had my internet on Sunday so this post wouldn't be so tame...

This week I've felt like... well I can't really say, but I can maybe express it in a metaphorical fashion. Let's say bird intelligence is ranked by the biggest worm they've ever pulled out of the ground. Some birds could dig up a big big worm if they really put the effort into it, but they'd rather get the medium ones and can be happy. Some birds get that big worm and they deserve it because they really are that good. I used to think that all of these birds that caught that big big worm were really that good because the fact that they caught this big worm proves it. Well, I'm finding that some of these big worm catchers got a little lucky or they used some other birds' dug-out hole to catch this big worm... in other words, they have their photo with this big worm to show off, but they're really not that good. Some birds really are that good and they definitely deserve to be known as big worm catchers. But as for the ones that really aren't that good, how the hell did they catch that worm?