good morning neighbors...

it's a beautiful god given morning again. i have been doing some pondering thus far this morning and i plan to switch over to wondering in the afternoon. i will mix in a lunch of some sort during this time in which i will take advantage of my full two hour lunch that i'm allotted by the scottcopeland enterprises corporation.

i would like to give a what up to tim. whaddup.
it's been nice to read your smarmy, pseudo-intellectual, over-the-top arrogant, bullshit rebuttles to my already cool bullshit. fuck you.

and secondly, although i enjoyed your influential musician list as a form of childish entertainment, any list without elvis presley is to be considered ridiculous and to have come from utter and complete ignorance.

and moving on......

i would like to touch on the subject of the texas rangers today. they are at 19-11 and own the second best record in baseball.

this is a team that basically got rid of the best player in baseball, two future hall of famers in juan gonzales and rafael palmeiro, and replaced them with practically nothing and have improved dramatically.

that my friends, is the beauty of team sports.

once you women understand this, you will come to love your male partners more deeply. i am dr. scott and i encourage watching sports.

i think today we should have a limerick contest. i am going to enter my limerick which i am going to make up on the spot right now.

there once was a woman from ukraine
who had a head that was missing a brain
but she talked all the time
without reason or rhyme
and she tasted like a candy cane.

that was a little on the dirty side i guess. sometimes i can't help it.
limericks suck.

thirty minutes later....

sorry, had to do some work.

what was i sayin'? oh yeah.. fuck limericks.

i would like to complain a little about the "Sopranos". what the fuck is going on? nothing is fucking happening. i'm sick of gearing up for that shit and being let down. i'm gonna just start waiting until it is available at blockbuster and watch that shit at my own pace. one weekend. soprano's season watched. new plan installed.

i'm getting so much done today.

i need to slow down.

"i heard that gypsy prophesize of the tearing flesh and the mother's cries and the crimson flow of blood that would run forever." ---me.

that shit is cool, yo.

know this,

scott