First of all, I want to make it clear that if I were to be rommmates with someone on Sesame Street I would have to demand I be the one to pick the letter and number of the day ... and it would always be Z and 0 ;)

Roommate: I would have to say either Bert or Ernie but mainly because I would get two for the price of one and, if it came down to it, I could use one against the other (Evil I can be). If I had to choose though I would opt for the Ernster. I will always take a cantankerous, wily, curmudgeon over an affable, way-too-easy-to-get-along-with pushover any day of the week.

As an aside though, when I was a child we had an amusement park here in the Fort Worth area that was themed after Sesame Street. In fact, it was named (get this) Sesame St. It was the most terrific place in the world for children to not only have fun but to learn as well. That is until it went insolvent and was shut down :(

Sunny days!!

Why is he wearing scuba gear?

Okay, seriously? Clapton's "Willie and the Hand Jive" is NOT a funeral dirge.

He really did the whole "hydraulic's thing" so he could wave at us didn't he? That's just creepy.

I can't believe the only refreshments they have are bottles of Boone's Farm "Melon Ball"

I don't know him either, I just got a random invite in the mail and it sounded like a good idea.

Who started the Conga line and how did I get in the middle of it?

Are they seriously handing out door prizes and playing Plinko?

I heard he played "Ralphy" in "The Christmas Story".

I really wish that if the whole casket is going to be open they would at least puts some pants on him.

Well, that was different ...

1. Top of Noggin - Cut my head open snow sledding in Utah
2. Right Forehead - Fight in Texas
3. Left Forehead - Tripped over the hose at a gas pump and landed on my head in Texas
4. Right Wrist - Trying to scale a fence at a Dave Matthew's Band concert in Virginia
5. Right Hand: Pointer and Index Fingers - Sliced my fingers open trying to remove metal liner around car headlight in S.C.
6. Right Inner Ankle - My friend Paulo's dog Apollo attacked me in N.C.
7. Left Foot - Surgery after breaking my foot in a car accident in D.C.
8. Right Foot - Surgery after breaking my foot in same said car accident in D.C.

Wallet Stuff
I don't actually carry a wallet. I just carry what's supposed to go in one.
- Driver's License
- SSN Card
- VA Card
- Two Gift Cards
- Two of the same business cards; each containing the same instructions of how to get into my rental unit (I don't know why I carry two, honestly)
- Library Card
- Visa Debit Card
- Two business cards with which I have no use for either
- Amazon Gift Card
- Money

Always in front, left pocket

Keys
So I can drive my car, open the door to the house, and unlock my bicycle.

Always in front, right pocket

Cell Phone
Because I think it looks reeeee-diculous hanging on my belt.

Varies between front, left and front, right pockets depending on whether my keys are being used

Guitar Pick
You just never know when one's going to come in handy.

Always back, left pocket

Change
Because it's quite unsanitary to carry it in your mouth.

Always in back, right pocket

Comb
Because I finally decided to stop wearing it in my puff.

Always in back, left pocket

Tunes
Every good road trip (when I hear the word travel I automatically assume it means by chitty chitty bang bang as opposed to plane or train - eh, call me poor if you must!) HAS to start with a good soundtrack. Much forethought is placed into the selections that go on my highway reel. Just like a great mixed tape can make or break a relationship ... wait ... what? Sorry, I totally went junior high 80s for a sec. Anyway, I think great tunes are the best friend to any journeyer.

Guitar
When the white lines start to double and my eyes begin to cross, there's nothing better to wake a weary wanderer than pulling over at a rest stop and banging out a few chords. Well, that and punching an elephant-loving Swedish midget until he begs for forgiveness.

... just sayin'

I know, I've talked about this movie before but I love this one so much because the characters are so great and well written. This is one group of people I would love to hang out with (again though, sans Paul Rudd's character showing his butt).
Hard working, loud mouthed, sarcastic friends who are more brothers than anything less. If they don't like how something's going - despite their differences - they'll band together and let you know their perspective on the situation. :)

However, just for the fun of it ... if I were actually given the chance to throw a group of musicians together, I would have to choose The PolyPhonic Spree and GWAR. That's just good fun folks :)

I'm sorry to say, but this week's guest questioner is posing very retarded queries as far as I am concerned ... uggh. Sorry Josh.

Cheap custom tacos with just about anything you can think of to dress them and stuff them with. Tasty queso and salsa with plenty of goblets of brew to choose from.

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Not much ...
I have found that it is easier to go through life not being offended by things because, in the end, who is the person left with the burden of their own being?
Growing up in the Catholic church I was "trained" to have an attached sense of guilt in everything I did, said, or witnessed. At some point I had to shed that notion and realize I was not perfect, never would be, nor would I ever want to be (how lame, right?!!). I know what is wrong and I know the correct path to follow and life to live, but I know also that I will never get there - all I can do is strive to be a better person inside and out while at the same time remaining cognizant of how I move through this world.
For the longest time I associated my own guilts with those of persons who were flagrantly ignorant and for whatever reason I felt that others' actions were somehow a reflection of my own being. I would be embarrassed not for the other person, but for myself even though I had nothing to do with their distaste.
So now, rather than wasting my strength being offended by people, I have decided to seek out and associate myself with those who live their lives in a constant state of self reflection, betterment, and humility.
So again, what offends me? Not much ...
However, those who are offensive serve only in my life to show me the type of person I do not want to become. There are parts of all those people in all of us; perhaps studying them further merely helps us to raise our own consciousness and reach our true "maturity".

When I lived in Beaufort, S.C., there was a little inlet off of a causeway leading to a local island. You could pull off to the side and walk around the waterway down to a rather small inlet where the dolphins would come and swim during the late afternoons. Because of the positioning of the inlet and the time of day the dolphins were there, there was always a nice breeze and cool water making even the hottest and most humid days of the year tolerable.
Another favorite place of mine in that area is St. Helena's Island. I used to participate in a Loggerhead turtle egg-relocation project there. We would have to arrive about five in the morning and comb the beach for the large pockets of eggs the turtles had deposited the night before. Once we found them we would take them to a nursery further up from the water so they would not be destroyed by natural predators or the Ocean's waves. The beautiful thing about it was the sunrises that would brush the horizon and the waves that would lap against clouds on the skyline. Good times!

I saw Paul Rudd's butt
Wasn't what I bargained for
So I made vomit

The circus song heard all up and down the midway. by Circus

If I were famous I would probably have a lot more followers on my Twitter account ... so I'm going to say "... for nothing".