Say goodbye to Antonella and Haley, or whatever Simon calls her. Vinit, the Michael Jackson stunt double, will probably be heading home too.

There's really no other news here folks. But you can check out the latest website I'm involved with: One Cool Blow.

If you're into green building and green living . . . and you live in the greater Charleston area, this place is for you. It's only a mile from the Charleston Rifle Club, which is a huge selling point (as if the building itself weren't enough).

It really makes you think about all of those Phase Umpteen developments out there. They are truly ruining the way we live. Suburbia. Damn you. You've heard of snow jobs, well, what those behemoths on the outskirts of town give you is a mulch job. They blow the stuff over all of their imperfections, hoping you won't notice that their building will crumble in ten years. That you can punch a hole into your neighbor's living room. That you have two operable windows. It's cheap. All of it. Except for the granite countertops. They suckered you in with that. And the mulch beds. Sucker.

Update!! How did I miss this: Blog Against Sexism Day! Y'all, I am so against being sexy. Being sexy is just asking for trouble. One time I was being sexy and my Cub Scout leader gagged me with my bandana and had his way with me. This was before the proliferation of digital recorders, so it wasn't documented, per se. My pictures of the event remain crystal clear. I built a birdfeeder out of a pine cone and sauntered all sexy-like up to the front of the cabin to show off my craftsmanship. That's when our troop leader asked me to show him how I did it, but he didn't want anyone else stealing my ideas, so he suggested I show him in the closet. When I followed him in there, he wasn't at all interested in my pine-cone-to-bird-feeder methods; he was interested in my sexy ways. He said, "You're so sexy. And your bottom is so pure." I cried a bit at first, but that stopped when he told me I'd earn that elusive knot-tying badge if I held back the tears. Who doesn't want that badge?! Anyway, the blue and gold bandana stopped me from yelling, and the promise of the badge dried my eyes. Turns out I never got that badge. Something about "it wouldn't be fair to the boys who know how to tie knots". At that point, being sexy didn't seem like something I wanted to be anymore, so I stopped being sexy. Today, I am a non-sexy manchild who doesn't know how to tie a bowline knot, and I am loving every minute of it. I am so against sexism. And I am here to blog about it.