If we captured all of the heat energy from the sun, it still wouldn’t be as hot as the filling inside of a pizza roll that has just come out of the oven.

There’s just no way.

Especially if you get the spicy ones. Amateurs. Think they know about Science. Even Pat Robertson knows better than that. And let’s face it, he’s not one for being good at doing the Science.

Howdy friends!

Boy, what a day yesterday turned out to be. You know how I said that I was expecting a couple of new Sticker Doodles? Well, I got a couple. If you are a swinger and a couple means 4. That’s right. I got four, count them 1-2-3-4 (ah, ah, ah), 4 new doodles yesterday. Haven’t seen them yet?! Well, what are ya waitin’ for?

Travis Brown

Aaron Ray

Richard Schirmer

Tomoka Hashimoto

Pretty bitchin’ right? Yeah, I think so, too.

And the buzz is growing. Traffic on the site yesterday was great as well. I’ve even had people that I don’t know ask to do doodles for me. Because they like the project and want to help out. Weird, but totally awesome.

This is where I would like to encourage you to tell your friend, you know, the one that draws all the time, to do a doodle and send it to me. Who knows, I might like it and exploit them for my own personal gain. I mean, add it to the collection.

And since we’re all being forth coming these days. I thought I’d let you in on a little secret (not really) that many of you have been asking about recently. Every Thursday, I always say that I have to run to the bank for Jesus. And a few of you know what that means. So, I thought I’d clear this up once and for all. Listen closely, because I’m only going to tell you this once.

Every Thursday, Big D and I going to the food bank to get groceries. We stock the food closet at his church so that people who are less fortunate than we are can have enough food to survive. That is what I mean when I say that I run to the bank for Jesus. I don’t want people to get the wrong idea about me being a decent human being, so I make a joke out of it. I don’t personally give people food, I just drive the truck and lug boxes of food from one location to another.

I can hear your heartstrings being plucked by my humanitarian actions. Ugh. Knock it off. It’s gross. No one wants to hear the noises your insides make. Well, I take that back. Most people don’t want to hear it. Some people are into weird stuff.

And that’s what I do on Thursday mornings. Now you know. So, shut up about it and just enjoy the free beans. Speaking of beans…

I think I am going to try out my newest Food Chemistry experiment later today. I am going to chop up hotdogs and bake them into cornbread. Then, I’m going to put a piece of that cornbread into a bowl of beans. I don’t see how this plan could possibly fail. (Famous last words.)

And with that, I’m off to the bank for Jesus. He gets uptight if I’m late.

See ya’ tomorrow and keep up the good work.

More soon. ~SC