Okay, the gals in Houston were laughing so hard over the 10 worst album covers ever (for those of you who couldn't muster the energy to click the first link in my last blog entry, get on the stick).  I was laughing at them laughing, and considering that all this laughing was via email, it must be good stuff.

So, here is another selection of worst album covers for your enjoyment.  Thanks, Pork Tornado blogger.  You RULE.  And, unlike my ingrate friends, I'm subscribing to your blog (hint to Cheri).

I found this link on another blog.  Hysterical!  Enjoy. (Thanks, "Man on Fire" blogger!)

Completely different than the above link, here's an awesome Wal-Mart article. Some highlights:

...Even crime has gone up. Wal-Mart "has completely changed the way we do business. It has overwhelmed us at times," said Police Chief John F. Slauch. Municipal taxes from the shopping center don't come close to covering its policing costs, the chief said...

The cost of providing police service to the shopping center in 2003 was more than $39,000, which was far greater than the municipal taxes of $10,400, officials say...

...the Supercenter has attracted thieves. In a letter to the developer in September, Slauch said there were 127 criminal arrests at the West Sadsbury Commons in the first eight months of 2003. Of those, 121 were at Wal-Mart...

"This is a great place for somebody who doesn't go to college or have any aspirations or a hobby or whatever," said a 21-year-old Wal-Mart employee outside the Supercenter the other day...

Competition was stiff this week as far as scoring work meeting food.  The programmers managed an entire tray of Jason's Deli sandwiches, including pimiento cheese on multiple types of bread.  But, I won, as I scored an entire Jason's pecan cheese food product ball and two boxes of Carr's crackers.

I ROCK.  WOO.

Here, we have the smartest of the fast food chicken icons.

We love, and seek to emulate, Chicken Express.  Look at how, um, equipped he is!  Goggles.  Streamlined physique.

Unlike Golden Chick, he isn't trying to look smart.  He isn't even looking at us!

Unlike Chester Fried, he didn't buy a theme costume.

Unlike Creole Chicken, he isn't paralyzed by fear.

Chicken Express is outta here.  He's poultry in motion.  He's saving his own skin.  He doesn't even look plump and juicy, but rather like a rubber chicken you would buy in a joke shop.

Chicken Express!

I have been gone for a heck of a while, and I do apologize.  I assure you, it was for no good reason other than I have had other things to do.  I haven't forgotten you all, especially with that little reminder each month in the form of a Blogware invoice in my emailbox.

Let's see... things I/we've been up to since last posting.  Well, LD turns nine on Monday and we have been redoing her room in the form of new furniture.  We bought a bunkbed/desk combo and decided to completely refinish it and reaccessorize in pink and white.  So, there could be some paint fumes influencing tonights rambling, but rest assured that they are baby pink paint fumes and therefore, for the most part, suitable for the whole family.

Then, inspired by the July's Running of the Bulls in Pamplona, Spain (albeit a few months early), we had the annual Running up of the Household Expenses in the form of major furniture shopping.  The casa is starting to look awesome.

I located a drive-in movie theater a mere 100 miles from here, The Brazos in Granbury, TX.  You can look at the link here.  We've been there a few times.  It doesn't get much better than this, lawn chairs on a mild North Texas evening, children commingling under the huge outdoor screen before the movie and during the intermission.  Chili cheese fries.  Cherry sours.  Twizzlers.  And a covered outdoor seating area with metal 1950s chairs adjacent to the snack bar.  I've been researching the idea... investors???  I'm thinking north of far north Dallas, perhaps Van Alstyne?

Work often gets in the way of blogging and creating in general, and lately, more so than usual.  Yesterday, we had a department Fun Day at Six Flags amusement park and today I have sore muscles from walking, and no doubt from bracing myself into some scary roller coasters.

Anyway, there isn't a day that goes by that I am not thinking about things to share, and getting more and more frustrated that I don't get it done.  So, beware, randomness cometh.