Portrait of the Lar as a Young Pig

In honor of St. Patty’s Day, Jared and I are drinking vodka tonight, and we ate Italian food for dinner after I went to yoga. My friend Kim said, “I propose that Nordic-Americans take back the night. Instead of drinking green beer and listening to Dropkick Murphys, we should all burst into bars, force everyone to renounce Christianity before stealing their stuff and burning the building down. Viking pride.” I wholeheartedly support Kim’s proposition, and if I had the energy I would be out on the town right now wreaking havoc with Viking horns on and black metal blasting.

I really enjoyed watching all five parts of this documentary, but if you are short on time, watch this next one from 5:00 to the end. The last three minutes is very sinister. I have never seen anyone stare like a corpse when they were actually alive.

Unfortunately, there was indeed something green that crept into our day like a mischievous leprechaun trying to snatch our gold. Last week, we received a lovely homegrown with pride package of goodness that has been providing us with endless hours of mindless laughter and preventing productivity. Needless to say, it severely inhibited my aspirations of raping and pillaging the town in the Viking tradition.

Jared drew this portrait of me while stoned out of his gourd. I think it really captures the essence of my fresh new haircut.

To end this most uplifting post, here are some links that will reinvigorate your faith in the human race:

Woah, mama! Well, she has dedication I will give her that.

That’s odd..getting high never made me think to do anything like that before…

Not my idea of a dream vacation.

-L

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