jump ball - get it! get it! - jump ball - get it! get it! --- i miss the jump ball.

the practice of daily blogging has its ups & downs. as the john denver song goes... «some days are diamonds, some days are stones». just like with anything, you have to put up with the bad to get the good. if this post sucks for you, live with it. maybe you'll enjoy the next one. as oscar the grouch says... «one man's trash is another man's treasure.» maybe you're not interested in book reviews. maybe you're not interested in trips down memory lane. maybe you're not interested in poetry. maybe you're not interested in sarcastic observations about the little foibles of your fellowman. maybe you're not interested in self-absorbed navel gazing. maybe you're interested in one of those and you tune in every day hoping this will be the day you get what you want. maybe you like them all and you just can't wait to come by every day and see what you'll get from the grab bag. maybe you're not interested in any of that, and if that's the case, you might want to leave now.

today's selection will be self-absorbed navel gazing. what the hell IS that stuff in the belly button? soap scum? dust? epithelials? oh, don't act like you don't know what i am talking about. don't act like you don't have scuzz in there. maybe you clean it out - fine - but you still have it, don't you now? so where does it come from? eh? eh? where does the scuzz come from, does anybody know? where does the scuzz come from, before it starts to grow? on saturday night, before you take a bath, does anybody know where the scuzz is at?

it's in yo navel. unless, of course, you are beavis - the owner of the outiest outie ever.