vintage iPaulo

Happy Thanksgiving!! Gobble gobble and all that. Rupaul’s buddy Josh is right. Today is the only time you’ll hear things like Talk about a huge breast! and I’m in the mood for a little dark meat at the dinner table. Have a good holiday everyone. Check out the Rupaul’s site sometime; it’s a good blog.

To all iPaulonesians with TiVos: does your TiVo think you’re gay?

Learn about the Way of the Weasel and help Dilbert end his monk-like existence and “get his necktie straightened.”

I’ve been bad. Very bad. It’s been more than a year since I told you what I know about my little niece. But now you all know she takes after her uncle ipaulo and his love for peanut butter.
Désolé je ne vous ai pas appelé Stuart.

Last weekend, my ‘ol friend and roommate Joey said iPaulo wasn’t what
it used to be. Too true.. Hoping to get back on track, fly on over to
the jet powered beer cooler page.

Happy Birthday to Me, Happy Birthday to Me, and Happy Birthday toooooooo me. Besides this song to myself, I got a nice Peanuts card from Victoria Vesna – a gentlewoman and scholar. (tee hee. She is a scholar, really.)

Back from Las Vegas. Lost my shirt but it was fun. We had great food at a new resort, The Palms.
The mexican food was amazing. The asian cuisine was excellent. The clam
chowder bowled me over. The only low spot was dessert but I’ll give
them a pass on that.

(tech talk warning!!) Bootloaders…grub vs lilo. Tis the question of the hour I thinks.

Find out if you know more about binoculars than our esteemed President.

Wow… Ebert’s got no clue. Femme Fatale
is about the worst 4 star movie I’ve ever seen. oh well. Can’t always
listen to mr big. Guess it would have paid $14 (movie+soda+icecream) to
read some of the bad reviews.