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The Day’s Doddlings.

"We built this city, we built this city on the wrong damn road..."

(You gotta love commonly misunderstood lyrics... apparently We Built This City (different links) is one of those songs. Being that I'm from thee ROCK CITY, itself, I never would have guessed someone would misunderstand such words...)


I've told you all before, but I get most of my news feeds from two sources:

1. The semi-regular conversations between Jonathan Samonas and I, and
2. Shoebox

Not that I agree with the study, but the comedy in this particular news dropping is pretty damn great to me.

"A new study shows that prolonged marijuana use shrinks parts of the brain. Marijuana users responded to the study by laughing hysterically and then eating half their weight in Chee-tos."

edit: Apryl ("a dreamer") makes quite a statement regarding the ol' Mary Jane study in the second comment on this blog. And I highly (hahaha) recommend you read her response. I would also like to add that by posting the news dropping and linking to the study/article, I am not admitting I agree with the study or possess the same views as those quoted therein.

Oh, and one last doddling for now. I need your honest opinions on this as a business card design -- I better get a lot of feedback:




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