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My 33rd Birthday was yesterday. My friend Nikki said "Hey, isn't this your Jesus year" ... the results follow.

From 5 Denny’s Menu Items That Sound Like Dirty Sex Acts:

It’s French Toast that’s so good you don’t eat it, you fuck it. Yet it somehow still gives you diarrhea.

When I was in high school, I was in Show Choir, Theatre, Model United Nations, German Club and I was a Manager for the Marching Band. I didn't get a Letter in anything. But then, while reading about a poor guy who got shot after wandering drunk into someone's house who wasn't his girlfriend, I learn that you can get a letter in Peer Counseling these days. Not to be insensive to the dead, but ... really? Peer Counseling?

 Please, will someone send me a letter jacket?

Stewart has apparently been inappropriately mis-named by some folks. I can sympathize. While I don't always expect the folks at Starbucks to spell my name right (except for, seriously, Bonti is going to be your guess as to what I said?) When you are emailing me and it's there in the To: line, please don't call me Monte. I don't even recognize that spelling of the name, as Monte doesn't phonetically produce the sounds Mont-ee in any interpretation of English. The closest thing it might sound like would be a rather German Mont-uh, but not a final Long E.

And under no circumstance is it my name.

As always, Lawrence Lessig is better at explaining my views on copyright and art than I am. It's a 19 minute video, but I couldn't recommend it more. If you are working in art at all, please, PLEASE watch it. You might thing that copyright law is boring, or that it's obvious that you want to hoard and protect your work zealously so you can make more money... but please give this a watch.