OUT-OF-WORK ACTION HERO

The Boar.  Or pig, if you prefer.  Appropriate, given that my name (Stuart) is derived from the word "steward" (as in "caretaker"), which is itself derived from the term "sty ward."  The guy who wards over the pig sty.

It seems to me that there's precisely one Celtic men's name that DOESN'T mean "the warrior."  And I got it.

What are you afraid of?

The fact that we seem to constantly be in need of new modifiers for the word "squid." "Giant" just isn't enough anymore. Now they're "colossal." How long before "gargantuan, ill-tempered, and loaded for bear" becomes the adjective of choice?

What was the last wedding you went to? Were you in the wedding?

Huh. Interesting feature. Apparently, if I can't find something to blog about, LiveJournal just gives me a topic. Okey dokey. Why not?

My friends James and Nicole got married in Niagara-on-the-Lake, Canada. A couple of years ago now, I guess. And yes, I was in the wedding. I was a groomsman.

Coincidentally, that was also the last time I 1) stayed up until 3am, 2) roomed with lesbians, and 3) had to use my passport. (Those three things being in no way, shape, or form related.)