Another Day, Another Smelly Stuffed Animal

Whew! Garbology is hard work! I just spent 18 hours in my 48-unit building's dumpster, digging through stuff and grokking the luminous hive mind. At the very bottom, I found a few chicken bones, which I used to predict my future. I had to.

Voila!

For weeks, I've worried that this weblog's namesake would find out about my URL and accuse me of stealing his identity. Turns out he was more than willing to exchange it for a virtual lid, three hits of righteous invisible MDA, and exclusive use of the word "ballfreak." Meaning, I am now A.J. Weberman. Dig it.