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Dear Yo Gabba Gabba:

Take that.

-SS

Dreamsicle Thursday

my favorite commercial ever.

Sexy Wednesday

This dude has got sexy.

Trivia Tuesday

First one* to get all three† wins a $1.50 shopping spree on me at any Maverick gas station (I'm expecting big things from you, Mel).

*employees of Maverick or its subsidiaries are not eligible for participation.
†cheating allowed.

survey says...?

Part of growing up is getting a website.

Problem is, I can't decide on a url. There are too many Chris Crosbys in cyberspace and they've snatched up all the good domain names. Weird thing is, most of them are designers or cartoonists of some sort, so I really don't want to get mixed up with their lot.

NOT ME:
chriscrosby.com
christopherlee.com
chrislee.com
crosby.com
crosbydesign.com

COULD BE ME:
cros-b.com
chriscrosbydesign.com
chriscrosby.cc
mycv.cc
lookat.cc
seecc.cc
dotseesee.cc
imccru.com
cc4ucc4me.com
c-r-o-s-b-y.com
theoriginal.cc
chriscrosswillmakeya.com

I'm leaning towards cros-b.com. Your thoughts? Any other ideas? Help me grow up.

I dreamt these two were the same person. After a heart-breaking second place finish in a nationally televised talent contest, he then proceeded to exact ruthless revenge.

I don't remember the plot, just the details: joining the navy...losing a tooth, the second right one from the middle...an apartment with a tide pool floor that I could never walk on in the dark or the crabs would pinch me...using the accio charm...a school bus.

Reconstruct and interpret.

Dear Potterphile friend,

If you could produce a corporeal patronus, what form would it take? Why? I know you've thought upon it before...

When I was little I used to fantasize about running away from home, catching a bus to San Diego, and hiding out in SeaWorld, like From the Mixed Up Files of Mrs. Basil E. Frankweiler style. I'd run around the park during the day, hide out in the bathrooms at closing time, and spend my nights with the animals. When they'd finally catch me, the SeaWorld staff would be so impressed by my relationship with the animals that they'd let me stay, and I'd become the youngest dolphin trainer in SeaWorld history.

I dreamt I was on a lacrosse team. We traveled to a college and couldn't find the dorms we were supposed to stay in. When we finally found them, I busted in the room and did a celebratory jumping round house kick, only to see there was already someone in the bed. I jumped out of the room just as quick. After that it turned into a romantic comedy and got kind of blurry, but I remember that I was bothered that Cole and Suzie weren't given a bigger part in the movie.

I dreamt that I was a Thai kick boxer, and my sensai was murdered. As an act of revenge, my brother and I took control of the grocery store that the murderer was night manager of. We drove all the customers out into the parking lot, and proceeded to cover the windows with phosphorescent paint and swing a sheet-covered, glowing ball tethered to a stick; all part of our plan to convince the public that our dead sensai had returned from the dead to haunt the grocery store.

In all the confusion, we slipped out the back door with foodstuffs and escaped to the hills. Somehow we were spotted from the grocery store parking lot. We were followed. We made our way to an apartment complex and split up. I tried to mingle inconspicuously with the tenants, but the people that followed us from the grocery store found me. But they just stared at me silently and tried to be my friend. More and more surrounded me, like a zombie fellow shipping committee. I tried my best to resist, but they eventually made me feel welcome.