Friday, December 30, 2005

I Got Wood - A Year In Review

With a catchy title like that, I'm not sure I wanna finish. I'll do my best though I'm not feeling very prolific at the moment. I sit here on my sofa, notebook on lap, and the wafting delights of a baking banana bread (courtesy of yours truly) along with a year full of memories struggling to be recalled by my feeble brain (which suffered innumberable loss of cells between the ages of 19 and 29).

Sprizee and Egan moved over to Typepad (I think that was this year). The transitions were smooth and they both continued to provided our community with interesting material to read, comment on, and discuss outside of the blogging world.

Ramblings of a Literary Mind and BMOC online (Jill and Brian) move forward with wedding plans which come to fruition on 2006. Jill is a great gal who is smart and makes a mean pumpkin pie. Brian is a tall accountant whose knowledge of baseball is immense and brings an interesting twist to the idea of the list.

Michael and Jennifer were married and though still separated by a country and an ocean, are two extraordinary people whose determination and passion will bring them together for good before long. Michael is one of the most brilliant writers and though schooled and raised in England, knows more about American politics and history than most people born and raised here in the USA. I for one will be proud to have him here in our part of the world and wish both Michael and Jennifer a lifetime of love and happiness.

Jessica changed the name of her blog and got accepted into college. Here's a young girl with spunk and style that you just can't help but like. A keen taste in music and a nut for theater - I'm looking forward to seeing here on the great white way one day but whatever she chooses to do, I am certain she will be successful.

Wishing for Fiction and Human Under Construction were added to the Blogs I frequent section this year as both have a unique style that always leaves me wanting more.

Joy recently retired and even more recently changed the look of her blog. Joy is an interesting woman whose blog chronicles a life journey that to me shows someone full of courage, passion, and a zest for life. I am so glad to have occasional exchanges with this delightful lady and look forward to her further adventures.

Corndoggerel recently declared himself on a hiatus. I hope it isn't for long because I only recently learned of his blog and he and I have so much in common that I want to get to know him better.

A Raid on the Inarticulate is another new find and one that I've been riveted to so much that I've gone back and read every post. This blog is definitely not one that will appeal to everyone but I highly recommend this blog anyway. Though largely about a spiritual journey, there is so much more here - a human journey that I find fascinating.

Are we there yet? A mostly political blog and always interesting.

Kate and Melissa continue to blog very infrequently but both are special people whose words just ooze with warm and fuzzy.

Melika went on hiatus this year but not before gracing us with her brutal honesty and Aussie charm and wit. I hope that whatever Melika is up to, she is happy and I hope to have her back in 2006.

That's the short of it on blogs. For me in 2006, a 30 year old dream came true, I got to visit Hawaii. I need not say more on the subject as there are 10,000 words plus pictures elsewhere on this blog that chronicle that journey.

Late in 2004, early in 2005 I was stricken with Vertigo which was attributed to a virus. Though it eventually went away, it was a scary time for me but also changed my life in ways that I can't even begin to explain.

My friend Janine went through brain surgery to resolve a seizure condition but the surgery was not successful and she is now gearing up for another brain surgery in a few weeks. Janine and her husband (my pal Rob) are the parents of 5 wonderful kids and have had their share of difficult times this past year. However, they are models of faith and devotion that deal with these times with grace and courage. I ask for your thoughts and prayers on their behalf as they continue on their journey.

In January, a google search for "vertigo emetophobic" led someone named Puck to my blog.

In February, my friend and (interim) priest of my church, Susan's daughter battled cancer - again. She won! Prayer does work. The Pats won the Super Bowl, The sweet logo found it's way to the top of my blog, Hunter S. Thompson took matter into his own hands (R.I.P.), and a nasty cholesterol reading was the kick in the ass I needed to get back on the exercise bandwagon.

March brought a new president to our college. Dr. Carole M. Berotte Joseph took the reigns as the 4th president of our college and brought with her a new hope for a future we all long for. Also in March, I very bravely posted an old photo my me and L.L. Cool J that brought some interesting dialogue. I fell in love with my iPod in March of 2005, went back home to Brooklyn for my friend's 40th birthday and spent some time with family, and Terry Schiavo's life came to an end by circumstances beyond her control.

April saw the death of comedian Mitch Hedberg, I taught a class on Saturdays - which absolutely sucked, I discovered the beauty of Clorox wipes, I finally went to The Sunnyside Cafe, I wrote alot about Gnomes and Michael and Jennifer got married.

In May, I did the Walk for Hunger, an amazing 20 mile walk to raise money and awareness for the hungry and an incredible spiritual journey which proved to me unusually challenging thanks to 8 miles of rain to start it off but that only made the challenge and it's completion more memorable. I had my 200th post in May, Egan inspired me to express my true feelings for those tacky ribbon car magnets, Kate made the quote of a lifetime - "While I am not a huge fan of Matt Damon, he played a clueless guy perfectly!", and I posted this (while laughing):
<Non-Sequitor of the Day, make that Lifetime
So I'm chatting it up with my pal Hatch when pretty much out of nowhere the following came from her mouth, "My nephew's balls are so much smaller now." [giant pause as I look in disbelief at the soundwaves my ears just picked up] "He had a hernia in his testicles and they were huge, disgustingly huge. [yet another pause of bewilderment as sympathy begins to roll on in to the mix] He had an operation and now he has normal balls for a four month old boy." [cringe, just plain cringe].

In June of this past year, I saw Mimi Rogers bare breasts in a movie (The Door in the Floor), I attended a funeral for a man my own age leading to moments of introspection, Janine had brain surgery, Michael Jackson got off (again), my favorite of my photoshop efforts with "Goth Baby" was posted, my brother got married which brought me back to NY again as best man - twas a fun weekend which I elaborated on here and even posted photos.

July's big revelation was going to Bugaboo Creek Steak House for the first time, I failed to recognize my own friend at a bar, I discovered through some unscientific blog quiz that I am 39% idiot, I fell in love with Sudoku, Victoria turned 7, I blew up tw0 bottles of wine (thanks to my 39% idiot factor, not intentional), and received a photograph of my car going through a red light the month before in NY ($50 down the drain).

In August I learned of one of my high school classmated passing, I went to Hawaii and wrote extensively about the trip for all of you here in Bloggerville, I posted a "Greatest Hits" post linking to some of my favorite posts, and Spammers began invading my blog through comments.

In September I saw a stick insect in my backyard while grilling, 9/11 - four years later and still bone-chilling, Hurricane Katrina changed our country, I learned about the creepy yet entertaining subservient chicken, and relived my childhood thanks to a colleague.

In October, my pool won Also, I fell in love with "Iced Passion Tea" (sweetened and shaken over ice of course), I saw the musical Hairspray, I saw Bruce Springsteen in a masterful solo acoustic performance, it rained for 10 days straight here in Boston/MetroWest, and I posted some jowlers, of me.

In November I revealed a Public Restroom Anxiety Story, a further glimpse into my neuroses, I had my 300th post, Goth Baby went mod, I did my first impression of Jack Mulhall - which entertained wildy the likes of dearest Stephanie and the ever so lovely Dr. Watson, I had an unusual tryptophan experience, again entertaining the likes of dearest Stephanie and the ever so lovely Dr. Watson, baked an exraordinary Pecan Pie, and revealed my TAFKAC symbol to the blogging community,

And here we are in December. I am grateful to all of you here in bloggerville, for my church community, and for my family and friends. I think and pray for those who were and are affected by all of the natural disasters of the last year, most notably the Tsunami in South Asia and Hurricane Katrina. Also, for our soldiers who continue to protect our freedoms while risking their lives.

May you all get everything you wish for in the coming year.

With Love,

Oh, I almost forgot, we put wood floors in our house. I got wood!

Monday, December 26, 2005

The Absent Minded Professor

My work out and shower left me quite awake at the top of this day (Monday 12/26) and it was 2am before I felt tired enough to fall asleep. This all had me worried because my alarm was set to ring (actually it doesn't ring, it plays the radio) at 5:45am!

Fast forward to 5:45am and the dutiful alarm does its duty and I spring out of bed and ready myself for back to work. At 6, Victoria's alarm sounds and I get some breakfast ready for her and then both of us get ready for the day ahead; Lucy is already at work amidst another torturous overnight shift (the woes of being a nurse).

So we scurry our way through the morning preparations and exit near 7am where since school is out this week for Vickie, we head to her day care facility where she will stay busy. With the facility just up the road, we are there in a few minutes and find no cars in the driveway and no lights on in the building and yet further inspection (the doors were locked) led us to believe the facility had not yet opened. Considering it was still the left side of seven, though barely, we hung around for about five minutes before panic began to set in (with me). I said to Vickie that it may turn into a take your daughter to work day - so we went back home to grab some keep busy gear (some books and DVD's) and then came back to see if day care had opened yet - it didn't. I called their number hoping to get an operator or recorded messages and then it hit me that there were signs posted all over inside the place that I've ignored over the last two weeks and that those signs must have indicated that they would be closed on this day.

I accepted my position as a victim of my own ignorance and carried on to work with daughter in tow. After a brief stop at Dunkin Donuts for my morning coffee, we made it to where I work only for me to realize that I didn't have to be at work either as we were closed for the federal Christmas holiday observation.

I remained a bit depressed at my absent mindedness but got over it quickly as the rest of the day just went on.

Christmas Day Productivity

Christmas Day was rather productive, as far as productivity and Christmas goes. The sounds of Victoria awakening in anticipation of the fruit of Santa's overnight visit was enough to get me out of bed grateful that it wasn't still pitch dark out.

I gave an eToys catalog to Vickie several weeks ago and asked her to circle all the toys she liked and then I would send Santa the catalog and leave the rest to him. Fortunately for Victoria, Santa was happy to have the heads up and served up seven of the requested items along with an old classic on dad's recommendation.

All three of us opened our presents and then Lucy, who just got home from an overnight shift (the woes of being a nurse), went for some sleep, Victoria became dedicated to parenting "Max", her Tomagotchi kid, and I prepared to go to church.

When I returned home I began readying myself to cook the Turkey that Lucy received at Thanksgiving from her job. After cleaning the bird carefully I prepared a delightful herb butter which I rubbed vigorously under the turkey's skin as well as the outside in hopes of a lovely brown color in addition to some wonderful flavor. P.S. - The turkey ended up delicious complemented by some candied yams with mini-marshmallows.

After dinner, Lucy had to ready herself for another night shift (the woes of being a nurse) so I got Victoria to taker her bath, floss and brush, and read before beddy-bye.

Once that was all behind me you would think I'd take advantage of some rest and relaxation - but no, not me. Having a lazy day in terms of physical activity and movement, I was in grave danger on leaving my 10,000 steps a day in the dust. was down to the basement and onto the treadmill where I knocked off about 2 miles while listenting to Ray Charles' Genius Loves Company CD.

I then came up to the kitchen and realized that the lovely ceramic tile was in dire need of a cleansing - so out came the Hoover Floor Mate and clean the floor I did. I love this product!

With the floor clean, I returned to the basement and flipped on the TV while knocking out another 1.5 miles on the treadmill and working up a bit of a sweat thanks to speed and incline. I hit my 10,000th step just minutes before midnight and celebrated with a large red plastic cup of Gatorade followed by my previous post and then a shower.

So now you know.

Fighting for the King

The article below was in the Sunday Boston Globe. Yet one more oddity in this world of oddities.

Jab, right cross, checkmate: Chessboxing seeks an audience
By Jeffrey Fleishman, Los Angeles Times December 25, 2005

BERLIN -- Martin ''Amok" Thomas is jabbing a right, but Frank ''so-cool-he-doesn't-need-a-nickname" Stoldt is as elusive as a ribbon in the wind. He can't be hit.

The gloves come off, and the men hurry across the canvas to the chessboard. (You heard it right.) Amok took a couple of body shots, and he's breathing hard, but he'd better focus. That Stoldt, though, everyone in the gym knows he's this warrior-thinker, slamming the speed clock, cunningly moving his queen amid unraveling bandages and dripping sweat, daring Amok to leave him a sliver of opportunity.
Velcro rips. Amok slides back into his Everlast gloves, bites down on his mouthpiece, dances around the ropes. His king's in trouble, and his punches couldn't knock lint off a jacket. Stoldt floats toward him like a cloud of big hurt.

Such is the bewildering beauty of chessboxing. That's one word, as in alternating rounds of four minutes of chess followed by two minutes of boxing. Victory is claimed in a number of ways, some of them tedious, but the most thrilling are by checkmate and knockout. The sport's godfather, Iepe ''the Joker" Rubingh, believes that chessboxing is destined for the Olympics.
''It has enormous potential," Rubingh says. ''Chess and boxing are very different worlds. Chessboxers move around in both. It's extremely demanding, but extremely rewarding. It's all about control over your physical and mental being. The adrenaline rush in boxing must be lowered to concentrate on chess strategy."

Some will snicker. The Joker knows this. But he is not deterred.
Former world heavyweight champion Lennox Lewis is a devoted chess player. Ukrainian Vitali Klitschko, another heavyweight champ who recently retired, has a keen intellect, and knows what to do when a queen sidles toward his king. That's the kind of brawn and brain a clever marketing guy like the Joker thinks he can turn into success, not the novelty kind of success, but genuine prime-time, Caesar's Palace spotlight success.
''I'd love to get them together," the Joker says of Lewis and Klitschko. ''What do you think they want -- $30 million?"
Without marquee names, however, there is a potential drawback. Will people buy a beer and a hot dog and watch bare-chested smart guys in colorful satin shorts play chess? They will, the Joker believes, if the match coincides with the possibility of a knockout or spilled blood.
The World Chess Boxing Organization, founded by the Joker, 31, and some business partners, held its first European tournament in Berlin in October. Five hundred fans attended as Bulgarian Tihomir ''Tigertad" Titschko became the new champion.
Titschko peers over a chessboard as thought he's trying to deconstruct the theory of relativity, and he hits like a big man who just found out his girlfriend is cheating. He defeated Andreas ''D" Schneider, a German actor in dark trunks who punched well but succumbed in the ninth round to Titschko's blistering chess attack, described as ''the Dragon variation of the Sicilian defense."
Chessboxers use words like ''aesthetics" and ''arduous." They ponder performance art, science, philosophy; they study grids, angles, and buried meanings in obscure books. The rules might be considered simple: Eleven rounds, six of chess and five of boxing. The first round is always chess. ''That's because," says the Joker, ''if you go down in boxing there is no chess." A one-minute pause between rounds allows opponents to slip on and off gloves and for the chessboard to be moved in and out in the ring. If all is equal on the chessboard and the boxing scorecard after the 11 rounds, according to the rules, ''the opponent with the black pieces wins."

Players are required to wear headphones during the chess part of the match. ''This is so no one in the audience can yell out, 'Hey, be careful of the knight on E-6,' " says the Joker.

The inspiration for chessboxing came to the Joker in 2003 after he glimpsed some dark realism in a comic by Enki Bilal. ''It's a futuristic story, and there's a guy watching TV," says the Joker, ''and on TV is a kind of chessboxing match."

''We're too focused on defining sport in one way," he says. ''Look at the old Olympics and the ancient Greeks. They had poets in the games, but in our society we want to divide things. I don't like borders. You try to tell a story through a game. Look at Muhammad Ali and George Foreman in the Rumble in the Jungle, or Bobby Fischer playing the Russians in chess."

Wouldn't it be the ultimate marketing coup to arrange a chessboxing match between Lewis and Klitschko? The Joker smiles at the possibility. Then, another thought: ''Look at Russia, Ukraine. They're chessboxing nations and they don't even know it yet."

Thursday, December 22, 2005

Holiday Season at Work=Food, Food, Food!

It seems every single department or division has to have their own version of a holiday party in which exhorbitant amounts of calories are consumed by the exact same group of people over and over.

I ate a gingerbread man today.

The spirit of the holiday is almost completely negated for me by the increased difficulty of doing simple things like going to the grocery store.

You can purchase a scumbuster this holiday...makes a great gift!

Have you been watching "Deal or No Deal!" this week? Never has there been such a dressed up display of greed in american popular culture - and I absolutely love to watch it.

Cable Television has finally provided an outlet for an entire 60 minutes dedicated to a competition among "gingerbread artists".

Yes, I still love Sudoku.

In the words of the one and only Telly Savalas as Kojak..."Who Loves You Baby?"

I Do!

Tuesday, December 20, 2005

Balls to the Wall

Ah the delights of witnessing your own stupidity through the eyes of hindsight. Here is the exact text of a follow-up email I sent to the VP/CIO of our college regarding a quote on some new computer equipment we are purchasing for student labs:

From: Daniele, Christopher
Sent: Tuesday, December 20, 2005 9:40 AM
To: Mr. CIO
Subject: Computer Quote/Dell

I forgot to mention one thing – I really feel strongly about losing ball mice in favor of optical. Aside from working better, the optical mice free us from the aggravation of stolen balls.


Good thing his sense of humor is as strong as my lack of initiative in proofreading. His reply completely avoids the stupidity and goes right to the point while highlighting something smart about my previous email. What a guy!:

Dear Chris – yes, they are optical. And thanks for your note about the network cards. Best - Mr. CIO

Monday, December 19, 2005

The Beer that Saved Thanksgiving

Thanks to Cordoggerel for pointing out this really entertaining story. Enjoy!

Deck the Halls With . . .Hey! That's not holly!
By Gene WeingartenSunday, December 18, 2005; W32

As a professional cynic, I am not the type of person who has warm holiday stories with which to regale people during the Christmas season. But this year, Providence intervened. Gather 'round, kiddies, and hear the true tale of the beer that saved Thanksgiving.
Every year, my wife and I give a Thanksgiving feast for family and friends. This year, two days before the event, we noticed that there was a small pool of water in our basement, beneath the furnace. We called our friend Mark the Contractor, whom we call every time something goes wrong in our house. This is because I was born into the Jewish culture, and for all our many fine qualities, Jewish men are not known for the ability to fix things (with the exception of Arnold Rothstein, who fixed the 1919 World Series).
When I told Mark that there seemed to be a leak from the furnace, he gave me a certain look we Jewish guys are pretty familiar with by now. Apparently, "a leak from the furnace" is about as likely as a blown fuse in the toilet. Who knew?
Mark patiently explained that what we had was the opposite of a leak. The water seemed to be bubbling up from beneath the house. When I asked him to guess the source of the water, he reached his hand into the puddle and extracted something delicate and diaphanous. It resembled an embroidered 17th-century French doily but turned out to be toilet paper, at which point Mark immediately went to wash his hands, both of the water and the problem. We needed a plumber, he said, and departed rather quickly, I thought.
Enter Steve the Plumber, who diagnosed the problem as a blockage in the main sewage line from our house. He tried to snake it out without success. He encountered mud. This was bad news, he said: The main line out of the house seemed to be broken.
Okay, I said, cheerfully. Fix it!
Steve, who, like Mark, is not Jewish, found this hilarious. He said that, in all probability, our front yard would need to be dug up by a backhoe in a procedure that could take many days and cost many thousands of dollars. In the meantime, he explained, we could not run any water or flush any toilets.
"B-but I have to cook for 15 people!" my wife said.
"W-we can't poop?" I said.
"If I can't shower I am definitely going to lose my job," my wife said.
"W-we can't poop?" I said.
(It is a measure of the gravity of the moment that the "thousands of dollars" part hadn't even registered.)
At this point, my wife and I sort of collapsed against each other, slack-jawed. Steve's eyes filled with pity and empathy. Here we were, three ordinary people at the bottom of a stairwell in the heart of a city in the capital of a great nation, on a pebble adrift in the cosmos, staring Hell in the face, as a somewhat unpleasant aroma began to permeate the house. In a moment like that, you either lose your humanity, or you find it.
"Steve," I said resignedly, "would you like a beer?"
This seemed to surprise and delight him. He said, sure. As we sat there wordlessly, drained and defeated, our Thanksgiving in shambles, our plumbing -- both mechanical and personal -- in peril, Steve took a long, deep slug. Then he bolted upright.
"I refuse to give up!" he bellowed. There was a chance -- a slim chance, he said -- that pure, brute force and a Biblical-size deluge could blast open a new route to the city sewer line. It was crazy, but it might work.
Steve strode down the basement stairs to the foul hole in the ground and commanded me to turn on both spigots in the sink, run the shower and activate the toilet, again and again, flushing like the wind! Over the hole he stood like a human colossus, and, with an ordinary plumber's helper, began to plunge that drain for all he was worth. I flushed and Steve pumped, his body a machine, a piston, a modern-day John Henry, a stool-drivin' man. Soon, there came a huge sucking sound, like a rhino dropped from a helicopter, swallowed by a swamp.
And this house was clean.
"This is the greatest moment of my life!" I yelled. Then I added, because my wife was still in the vicinity, ". . . except of course for the birth of my children."
And so it was, kiddies, that Thanksgiving was saved. As always, we had a great meal followed by football in the park, a yearly event where increasingly creaky middle-aged men try to prove they are still in their studly prime. The winning touchdown was scored by Isabella Achenbach, who is 12 and weighs in at 72 pounds.

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Saturday, December 17, 2005

Here I Are

I've been quite wrapped up in end of semester business which has kept me away from here for far longer than I've wanted.

Some of the items of potential interest that have taken place follow:

  1. The president of the college threw a holiday party. Considering that I had to teach that evening and there was free food at the party, I called Lucy, asked her to pick up Victoria from after care, and crash the party so nobody needs to deal with dinner. So my family is mingled in with a bunch of colleagues and we're all eating, talking, and having a good time when the president decided to briefly address the crowd. To capture our attention, she uttered a few excuse me's while making the peace sign with her hands. Just at the point where the room quieted down, my 7 year old with her precision timing shouted at the president, "hey, we made that sign in my school to be quiet." The crowd roared with laughter...
  2. I had previously offered an extra credit assignment that I knew the students wouldn't like much but there would be a strong payoff, up to 100 points. The assignment was to write a term paper. The class is a Computers & Technology class which covers alot of Microsoft Office and students just don't expect to write a paper - so I threw them a bit of a curve here and made one thing clear - plagiarism is absolutely unacceptable and though this is an extra credit assignment, any plagiarism will result in a final grade of NC (no credit) requiring that the class be repeated. Sadly, but sure enough, I'm reading one paper and the first paragrpah is clearly writtten by the student. Then I read sentence one of paragraph two which is coherent, passable English - my first clue. So I go to the advanced screen on Google and type in the fist sentence and found that my ignorant student's paper was an exact duplicate, including references, of a paper on the web. What an ass!
  3. Last Tueday evening I go into my classroom to give my final and in big red dry erase ink on the board it says, "D A N I E L E R U L E S". How nice it is to be appreciated!
That's it for now!

Tuesday, December 13, 2005

Cold Ride

I get to work this morning and as I approach the entryway, I notice that someone has their bicycle parked outside. Somebody actually rode their bike to work or school. Oh wait, you all may think this is no big deal but it just so happens that the temperature out here this morning is a balmy 7 degrees farenheight. That's seven, 7, siete, setje, between six and eight, single digits, 25 degrees below the point where water (and humans) freeze!

Friday, December 09, 2005

Which Disney Character is my Alter Ego?

You scored as The Beast. Your alter ego is The Beast! But that is only a name... you are kind hearted and sweet, people just misunderstand you.

Wednesday, December 07, 2005

Casey on the Mound

I am standing at the circulation desk chatting with librarian extraordinaire Nancy when her attention is diverted by something going on behind me. Of course being the curious one I turned around to find a young man in mid-windup about to throw the pitch of his life.

I continued to watch for some time amazed at the delivery, which looked as if a right-handed pitcher had a gun pointed at him and a threat to pitch lefty or suffer the grim consequences. It looked like an uncomfortable contortion but Casey, the young man, seemed more pleased with each of his imaginary pitches (nothing like a full windup to maximize velocity).

A previous encounter with Casey (whose name I was unaware of at the time) left me aware of his odd behavioral issues but there was something extra special (and funny as hell) about his bounteous joy derived from a self-perceived perfect pitch. After observing an inning or so of action, I called Casey over and told him that I was impressed with his pitching form and desire to practice but that it might be distracting to the other student in the library who are trying to study. I suggested that if he wanted to continue to practice, which I did my best to encourage (no sense in breaking the kids spirit), that he should head down to the gym.

Without missing a beat, he grabbed his essentials which included his lime-green fanny pack, an invisible mitt, and a never ending supply of “invisi-balls” while he made his way downstairs with new hopes and dreams of the perfect pitch just beaming from his usually confused facial expressions.

I returned to my desk to resume the rigors of my current workload and laughed for some time at the whole thing. About half an hour or so later, Casey comes sprinting back into the library visibly winded from his complete game shutout and retreated to a nearby table where he spent the rest of his time staring intently at his backpack.

Tuesday, December 06, 2005

MSN Hard Up for Cash?

I'm just sitting here at my desk minding my own business. Doing a bit of research and came across a news story on MSN I wanted to read and first up at the top of the screen was the following ad:

Is it really necessary? All-righty then...

Sunday, December 04, 2005

Last Five

The last 5 CD's I've Listened to:
1. Brad Paisley-Time Well Wasted
2. Elvis Costello-The Kojak Variety
3. Emmylou Harris-Stumble Into Grace
4. Phil Collins-Testify
5. Phil Vassar-Shaken Not Stirred

The Last Five Movies I've Watched:
1. Miss Congeniality 2
2. Are We There Yet?
3. Harold & Kumar Go to White Castle
4. National Treasure
5. Spanglish

Last 5 Books I've Read:
1. Two For the Dough - Janet Evanovich
2. 4th of July - James Patterson
3. One For the Money - Janet Evanovich
4. Joel - Joe Sonnenberg
5. The Invitiation - Oriah Mountian Dreamer

Last 5 (non-blog) Web Sites I Visited:

Enough wasting time, I need to read the Sunday paper. Good Night!

Saturday, December 03, 2005

Toys You Just Gotta Have...NOT!

So I am surfing the net and I run across this bizarre toy. I am not a big fan of toy guns of any kind including cap guns, water guns, or just plastic shaped like a gun. I am a supporter of the right to bear arms but I don't think we should be shoving the stuff in our kids faces and hands - it's just not alright with me.

So I come across this gem and wonder what could be going through the head of the design team.