I've just invented a new sandwich, and it's so weirdly outrageous and awesomely good that I just felt that I needed to share it with the rest of the world (or at least that small subset of the rest of the world that might be reading my blog). And it is... Pepperoni and pimento cheese! Yessirreebob, you heard me right. Pepperoni and pimento cheese sandwiches are officially the new greatest thing since sliced avocado. When the craze hits, remember that I was there before it went pop.

Oh yeah, and I just beat Jedi Knight 2: Jedi Outcast. That game officially rocks. I used the Force to yank three stormtroopers off a ledge, and they hit each other so hard they died! Hahahaha!!! The emperor is my bitch!

Any Houston folks want to get together sometime soon? I feel like hanging out.

Who'd'a' thunk? For Independence Day, I got together with three cousins, Bill, Craig, James, Chuck and his Wife, Anna, Andy, my parents, and Pat to grill up some food, drink some beer, and light some fireworks to celebrate. And what wound up happening? Us mature adults (snicker, cough) stripped to the waist and hurled ourselves down a slip'n'slide in the front yard. But it wasn't long enough, so we added two twenty foot tarps to the front of it. But those weren't slippery enough, so we added dish soap. Isn't it kinda funny that the things in life that are the most fun all seem to involve getting hurt? We had to hold the tarps down with eye-bolts, and Craig ran into one with his arm. It's pretty badly bruised right above the elbow now. Bill has a huge bruise right above his waistline from God only knows what. Probably from hitting the ground so many times. And James tried to ski down the thing, fell, and landed hard on his shoulder, which from what I hear still hasn't quite healed yet. But hey, what's a little internal bleeding among friends?