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Someone just walked out of the bathroom here at work with an ice cream cone in their hand.

Either that's the happiest bathroom on earth, or there's something freaky and weird going on in there. I think I'd just prefer not to know.

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Remember a couple of years ago when I kept announcing new blogs I would be writing? And remember how I'd forget about them after a couple of weeks and not actually keep them up?

This one's different. Promise.

A college roommate has started a legit sportswriting blog, and I've been contributing for some time. You've probably seen articles from it plastered all over my Facebook and Gmail statuses, but I'm going to give it its propers here. How To Watch Sports. If you're not familiar with sports and want to know what sort of things you ought to watch for if you ever see a game, this is the place to look. If you know a lot about sports, and want to understand some of the finer details, this is also the place for you.

The writing is solid, the articles are insightful, and the site looks pretty cool. Even if you aren't particularly interested in sports, it's worth taking a look. Swing on by if you have the time, or even if you don't, mention it to your friends who might be interested. Every little bit helps.

Resume normal transmission.

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It's my birthday again (whee!), and it's been pretty fun so far. This morning, as I walked into work, I was reflecting on how pleasant birthdays are, and I actually thought to myself, "Man, I should do this more often. It's been forever since I've had a birthday."

It then occurred to me that it had been exactly one year. Since, you know, birthdays only come once a year.

Duh.

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I get weird, amusing images in my head every now and then. They always make me laugh, but they're difficult to share with others, since, you know, they're in my head.

Thanks to modern video editing technology, however, the impossible is easy!

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I've been fixated on achieving the Tim Tam Slam for some time now. The only snag is that it's surprisingly difficult to find Tim Tams here in the States, since they're Australian products. Undeterred, I found a somewhat reasonable substitute. Fudge Grahams, or whatever they're called. Fudge-covered graham crackers, anyway.

Turns out they make an adequate substitute. I advise all of you reading this to buy them and attempt the slam right now.

Also, be advised that it doesn't work if you just hold the cookie in the chocolate. The key is to get the chocolate inside the cookie, so it melts it from the inside. Mmm.

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The new job is going well. It's just that my supervisor is the spitting image of an ex-girlfriend.

It--it's a little weird. Not gonna lie.

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I've just finished getting over a cold this last week. The cold itself wasn't remarkable - it wasn't any more or less bearable than any other cold I've had - but it was noteworthy in that it was the first cold I've had since having a beard.

I can now tell you with utmost certainty that having a cold is the second-worst thing that can happen to a bearded person. Why? Two little words: snot beard. Blowing your nose is virtually impossible without getting some or most of the mucus into your mustache. It's not a good thing.

(The worst thing about having a beard? Why, that would be puke beard. It's only happened to me once, and I had to burn the beard off immediately.)