Update: Lins' story ran on First Business News today in all the markets. It was usually between 4am and 6am, and she's recieved a lot of really nice feedback and a few orders. Over 200 people so far today have visited her site. This is so cool.

Remember how the All News Channel is running a feature on Lindsay and her business? Have you been wondering for 2 months to yourself "What's going on!? I need news! I need updates, dammit, Eric!"

Well, friend, consider this your update: The spot is all put together and started running on Television (our friend!) this morning at 4am. It was only airing in the MPLS, but it will soon be airing nationwide and more than once. I'll keep you filled in on where/when you can see it as soon as I know.

I was up at 4:10 this morning, trying to catch the spot, but the satellite was getting rained out. By the time I got upstairs and turned on the TeeVee, it was 4:15 and we had missed it. damn.

A fun side effect of turning the TeeVee on, it woke Lins up from REM sleep... which is always a good time. She was having a dream that involved her and I hanging out with NBA Commissioner David Stern, who was a total stoner, and 3 lesbian interior decorators that offered to redesign our house for free. I'm thinking that was rather tame by Lindsay standards, too... Hee...

Past REM Sleep interruptions featured the family hits: "mumble mumble buttons" and "Oh my god! Why didn't you tell me! There are heads in the wall! Why didn't you tell me? Look! Smily faces!"

The fun, friends, never stops for me.

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The bastards have me again. For nearly 2 whole years, I have successfully avoided "professional" haircuts. Gee, how'd you do that, you ask? Well, I either shaved my head or cut it myself -- and please, ease up on the sarcasm.

But this, this was too much. Through last night, my hair had been growing unabated for 5 months. It was bushy. It was getting mushroomy. It, friends, was out of my league.

Not wanting to shave it, I booked an appointment at Accolades Salon (formerly Stadium Hair) in Dinkytown, located across the street from Chipotle -- bonus!

My stylist for the evening was Tim, a dude! This would be the first time that a dude would be in charge of cutting my crazily wavy-bushy-mushroomy hair. He gave a damn fine head massage, too.

I realized, while sitting there chatting it up with Tim, that I don't like to talk about myself at length. I suck at it, actually. I can't muster up many interesting stories/facts off the top of my head, I don't talk loud enough and I head right down into mumbleville, where I'm the fricking mayor. I'm much more comfortable listening about other people and what they do and how they got to where they are. I only really open up to a few people. And this site. Hmm.

So, bottom line, I've got a shiny new haircut. Exciting and new. Or, maybe it looks just like this again. Maybe...

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I love this weather. Lins and I have grilled out all our dinners every night this week. Last night was my first solo night of the year. Every year, I always majorly screw up the first solo night. Every year. Without fail. Last night, I made Veggie dogs (overcooked and chewy) and roasted peppers (not bad, but not great) and that was it (not nearly enough to consitute a meal)...

From here on out, it gets better. I promise! By my third solo flight, everything should be clicking and I'll be the man again. Happens every year. Unfortunately, we have to suffer through the first couple food bomb drops... but we'll get there. It will be all good.

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Bailey has been smiling nonstop since Sunday. She's been able to go out to the fenced in yard and come in as she pleases. She has literally been smiling all week. It's the 2nd cutest thing ever.

The 1st cutest thing ever? Lindsay winning 1000 quarters in Vegas and bouncing up and down in her chair without realizing she was. All because she finally won.

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Video Game Junkie has hijacked my body 2 of the 3 nights since Monday and kept me up til 2:30 and 3:30 making uniforms for a pretend hockey team that I'll populate with myself and my friends. All because I'm chronically dorky that way. And the 2 late nights were just making uniforms. Oy.

Yes. That's "me". Man this is embarrassing.

Please note the throwing stars as shoulder patches. Badass, I know.

To borrow a phrase from a dude I know, this, friends, is the pinnacle of Nerd-vahna.

Nerd on, mothernerders!
Eric