Thanks Matt.
Corvus brachyrhynchos
is the latin name for the American Crow.
Keith
Heyla Democritus! You are a mighty perceptive one! That is indeed a Camelbak; a Camelbak Cloud Walker. It stayed with me during my entire week-long trip to Walt Disney World earlier this year. Not nearly as exciting as 70 ounces of Smirnoff, I realize… but hey, I wouldn’t done so well drinking that much while visiting the parks. I would have thrown up all over the rides, which I highly doubt would have been appreciated.
I recently dyed my hair “gothic black.” Don’t let the exciting label fool you. On Japanese hair, “gothic black” looks like “the hair you were born with.” I have to get all this dark stuff out of my hair so I can go back to Manic Panic. What next? I dunno… maybe purple. Woo hoo!
You might want to watch what you say, bio-brat…I’m sure matt knows what to do with a swelled head.
(ducks, runs like hell)
After seeing bio-brat with the Stanley Cup, and hearing her casually talking about partying with it and the Cup-winning players, I was all ready to buy her a ticket up to Ice Station Zebra to shack up with me.
But she had to go and spell “Yzerman” wrong. Sigh. 
And thanks, matt_mcl. I’m honored.
What gauge does nen have. Is it bigger than mine?
Bio-brat’s very attractive, indeed. And any lady who can appreciate the Stanley Cup and it’s history gets major points in my book.
However, she also spelled “Derian Hatcher” wrong. One wonders what she’d do with “Ron Tugnutt”.
::ducking and running::
Damn spell checker!
It REALLY doesn’t like Derian spelled that way.
As for Yzerman, what can I say Milossarian? I grew up in Saginaw, and lived in Sterling Heights (that’s how I know the guys). You’d think I’d know how to spell Yzerman’s name!
I hope that last post doesen’t make it sound like I’m saying that I didn’t spell Yzerman’s name incorrectly. I did, I should have known better.
I apologize to all Red Wings fans.
Matt and spoke, you are both too kind! Gee, you go away for a week, and you come back on people’s hella cute lists. Neat! 
I have a compulsive need to explain why I’m voguing in my photograph. A few weeks ago I cut my hair, a much-promoted event on another site I post to, right before meeting seven internet friends. I’ve been friends with some of these women for three or more years and it was our first time meeting IRL. Anyway, I had our photographer at work shoot this picture of me to show off the hair.
Turns out, it’s one of the better pictures I’ve taken in my life! So, I inflicted it upon you.
I’m not normally that silly. Well, maybe I am.
exchanges conspiratorial looks with Esprix
wait until chris-p walks by
NOW!!!
pounce!
<Oh but they slide off of him because he is covered in Canola Oil>
Heehee…
oldscratch, I’m only sporting 7/16" in my ears (I assume that was the gauge to which you were referring). What do you have? 00?
You all stop, or I’ll … I’ll … I’ll … take my shirt off.
Promises, promises…
Obviously the lad knows naught about “Crisco parties,” eh, matt? 
Esprix
Oh that’s cool. But I prefer cooking with vegetable oil. Thanks anyway though.
And Ellen, I double dog dare ya…
Ellen said:
“You all stop, or I’ll … I’ll … I’ll … take my shirt off.”
Where and when? Can I keep it? Please?