I had originally wanted to post this following the Patriots awesome last second victory on Sunday. It really captured the moment. But somehow that post got lost.

I'm in ActionScript hell at work right now. I'm the only one in the engineering department with a decent amount of flash experience (mostly because I've been here so long and flash development was among our responsibilities in the past). Not only is it hell writing in this language, but the code base does not have very rigorous coding standards applied to it. A nice double-whammy there. And of course everything is on a tight deadline. What can you expect.

Russ has a theory about King Richards Faire. When you first get there you're all psyched up about it; ready to take in a joust, watch the crazy fire-eater, eat a leg o' meat. You're excited. Then each time you buy a sheet of food tickets, pay a few bucks to go through the torture "museum", or get taken in on the carnival games your level gets knocked down a notch. Then you get to the joust, which ends in what appears to be an abruptly stopped all out brawl (to be continued at the 5pm showing), and your level gets notched lower and lower. Then you leave disgusted that you spent so much on food, and suspecting a scam at every turn.

Ha ha HA! Christina hates it when I take pictures of her. But she's just going to have to suffer, because I like this one!

Team Iron Monkeys stormed into first place this week. Of course we had nine people. There was grumbling, and the rules (stupid rules!) dictated that we take 2nd place.

I've also come to the conclusion that it just isn't worth drinking crappy beer. I never had any sort of buzz going on. The beer didn't help me relax. And the next day, it still made me feel a little sick. What's up with that. Premium stuff for me from now on.

Check out the extended entry for some cool pictures of the golden retriever that my family had while I was in high school.

Laura and I took a trip up to Jordans and picked out our new sleeper couch. This is the color we got. It was cheaper because they keep it in stock, but given the choices we probably would've picked this anyway.

We just got rid of our other couch, and we weren't even planning on replacing it any time soon, but we realized that we needed a decent place to put guests, and an air mattress just wasn't going to cut it.

I find out on Tuesday if I get my semi-annual bonus. I have a feeling that I will, but you just never know until you finally get that check in your hands.

A strange thing is happenning to me. I used to hate tomatoes with a passion. I would even pick them (along with the pickles) off my fast-food. Once I gagged on a tomato eaten on a dare at a dude ranch. Then suddenly my ... err ... tounge has been opened to the perfectly ripened tomato. Now I can even enjoy a great tomato salad like the one pictured.

This whipped up really quickly, and is a good way to chow down on those pints of cherry tomatoes you have sitting around. The dressing is milk, yogurt, mayo, salt, pepper, and 1 clove of garlic. The salad is a few slices of (fake) bacon, 1 avocado, 1 pint of cherry tomatoes, and 1 head of Bibb (or Boston) lettuce. I could eat this thing every day.