Sunday, December 31, 2006

The Year in Review 2006

January saw the debut of Howard Stern on Satellite radio and the dawning of a new age in, shall we say “colorful”, morning radio: and I love it! I discovered a pipe had been struck with a nail during the final phase of the wood flooring being installed which made for a few months of an expensive messy while awaiting the insurance claims and the contractor to make the repairs (kudos to Tommy for doing the right thing). The annual-ish holiday gathering was a small group of four, but smashing nonetheless. I attended an Episcopal ordination ceremony. Took a brief “reunion tour” down in NYC which culminated in the semi-annual reunion, this time at the DeCoursey’s which turned into a sleepover due to severe weather. I saw the great Billy Joel in concert. Chris Penn died.
February was the month where I posted my first meme of the year. I attended a bogus traveling zoo and was ripped off royally. “Grandpa” Al Lewis passed away. My dear friend, the good Doctor Liz left MassBay and it simply has not been the same since. I won front row tickets and meet & greet passes to see Martina McBride. I had already purchased tickets which I was able to get a full refund for due to the fact that the concert had been postponed by one day due to a blizzard. Martina was amazing and I may have been slightly creepy. Jammie finally took to blogging (which was great while it lasted but unfortunately, it didn’t). I left for San Diego to attend a conference.
March, early March, was when I returned from San Diego. I offered a list of topics I wanted to talk about on this blog but as of yet, haven’t gotten to many of them. I learned that I am 54% evil. I memed again. I fell in love with Roomba and sweet mint flavored Orbit gum. My new windows were installed.
April brought yet another meme to From a Whisper to a Scream. I learned about a herniated disc in my neck and a bone spur in my shoulder and had my first steroid injection. Jill & Bryan were married off and slowly began to blog less often.
May was when I did the walk for hunger, 20 miles only this time in extreme pain thanks to the aforementioned shoulder and neck problems. I did have the pleasure of Jenn and Steve along for the walk which made it more fun than usual. I had surgery to remove the bone spur from my shoulder. I actually used speech recognition software to post to my blog. I saw the “Greatest Show on Earth” for the first time. Taylor Hicks became the American Idol. I saw Bruce Springsteen in concert. I “stole” a chocolate chip muffin.
June was when my 400th post on this blog appeared. I received an “Extra Mile” award at work. I made a spin-art Frisbee or two. I had another steroid injection, this time smack dab in my neck. Al Gore made a brilliant appearance on SNL. I attended the MCO conference in Lowell, MA. Another historic moment for the Episcopalians, who elected a female bishop for the first time. I began using an electric razor. Began physical therapy for my neck problems (Deb, you rock!).
July was a dark month when Collegiality went about as awry as it possibly could. Marshmallow fluff actually made headlines. We adopted Oliver, our cat. Actually, when we adopted him, his name was Robin #6, but we changed that – fast. I began playing with my vinyl record collection for a while. My buddy Mike and my cousin Brian became daddy’s for the first time.
August, Mel Gibson, well, you know. I visited Nova Scotia via the Cat Ferry. I published “Greatest Hits? – Volume 2” on this blog. My car had a conniption in Canada. The Yankees ate the Red Sox for Breakfast, Lunch, Dinner, Dessert, and a Nightcap. I introduced Cory Sharmin to the blogging community, Summer reunion at the DeCoursey’s.
September is when I wrote my first children’s story, Adam’s Angel. The Crocodile Hunter was killed by a sting ray. Heineken light came into my life. I wrote this quote, "I've come to that point in life where having a little elastic in my waistband is a good thing, and not so much a funny thing." I completed physical therapy and had separation anxiety because it worked really well and my therapist was totally cool. My cat farted. Yet another Fall semester begins.
October is when I wrote my second children’s story, Christmas Angel. I met Les and Mrs. Singes as they were in town from the west coast to attend a wedding. New York Yankee Cory Lidle flew his airplane into a NYC building and in the process, died. I used Audioblogger for the last time before the service went away. The U.S. population officially surpassed the 300 million mark, I went to Jill’s excellent Halloween party as an uninspired prisoner, wearing the same boring, cheesy costume I did two years prior. I began listening to the audio versions of David Sedaris books, read by the author. Rush Limbaugh proved once again that he does not deserve human life. Hugh Laurie hosted Saturday night live brilliantly.
November is when my parody called “Reacharound Sue” was written (by me of course). I memed yet again. Deval Patrick made history. The democrats made a comeback. I saw Borat – what an amazing film. O.J., K-Fed, what have you. My garage door/opener took a crap – got them taken care of with a smoking new super fast garage door opener. Okay, another meme. People proved how dumb they really can be when the Playstation 3 was released. Thanksgiving at the Jeffrey’s again – yummy and fun! Had to hire a pest control team to handle a termite and carpenter ant problem. I bought a new washer and dryer, a really cool ones. I apparently am a Ford Mustang.
December is when I visited a strangely named town in New Jersey. I turned 42. I wrote a limerick, more accurately in the form of a limerick. My cat crawled up the fireplace and got dirty, real dirty. I drove to Staten Island for the christening of my pal’s child. An old friend passed away, rest in piece Eddie. My friend Jerry perplexed the masses from India, again. I got a Christmas tree. My cat mauled a Christmas tree. A runner in India failed a gender test. Survivor:Cook Islands came to an end. I memed once more. The “Godfather of Soul” James Brown shuffled off his mortal coil, I wrote a singlet, and I typed this year in review.

Friday, December 29, 2006

I Wrote a Sniglet!

This morning while driving to work, an idea for a sniglet came to me. Here it is:

Mallzheimer's - (1) getting so caught up in the affect of the mall environment that you completely forget what you went to the mall for. OR (2) Getting so caught up in the shopping that you completely forget where you parked your car.

Don't even pretend you're not laughing, cause that is quality in comedy!

Thursday, December 28, 2006


Last night was the first in a series of interviews with potential priests for my church. After two years of serving on the search committee, I have confidence that it will come to a happy end soon.

I upgraded my office PC to the new Windows Vista and Office 2007 - so far, I am loving it!

Today we had dinner at our new favorite restaurant, Zio Paolo's (super Yum!).

Very tired...need rest.

Monday, December 25, 2006

R.I.P. Godfather

I had to re-post this homage to the Godfather of Soul...
The "Goth-Father" Remembers!

It's Christmas Day and My Cat Has Flipped

Usually I can count on my daughter waking up before the birds in anticipation of what Santa has left behind. However, this Christmas morning it was Oliver, my cat, who decided to give me grief starting at around 5:30 am (Perhaps the reindeer had been teasing him?).

Fighting through the loud cat calls (he's predominantly Siamese, known for their vocal talents), and the scratching on the comforter, I battled between trying to get back to sleep, strangling the little ball of fur, or perhaps considering that if he were that out of wack - maybe something was wrong. Of course, he may not really have been that out of whack but just seemed so because of my desire to be asleep (being fully awake, I'm rather certain he's fine, just bratty).

It's nearing time to open presents....out for now.

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate.

Sunday, December 24, 2006


I snatched this from Ficken Chingers
Here's how it works. Go into your archives from 2006 and post the first sentence of the first post from each month. Sounds like fun, huh? Like I said last year, this could either be fun or incredibly boring. You don't have to explain them, but I thought I would go ahead and give a short explanation.

January: “I was at Logan Airport earlier today and there was an unusual number of pets traveling today.”

February: “The title is a reference to the old joke ‘How many ________________ does it take to screw in a light bulb?’”

March: “I made it back into Logan Airport at just about the scheduled 4:50pm landing time but hit a snafu once I got to my car and headed out to the MassPike.”

April: “I loved The Sixth Sense but was disappointed at Unbreakable and hated Signs so much that I never bothered to watch The Village (anyone with anything positive to say on The Village that might sway me to give it a whirl?).”

May: “My brother and I once discussed (boy, now that I think about it, it must have been 10 or 15 years ago) the passage of time having realized how quickly it seems to pass, and how as we get older, time seems to move faster and faster.”

June: “708 days ago I started this little thing after a conversation with my friend Jill.”

July: “Here's the text of an email I sent to all of my colleagues via the Chat distribution list; which was designed to be used to communicate to the college community about non college-specific issues.”

August: “I am busy prepping for vacation so I thought I'd take some time to offer you these funny comics that came across my desk at some time in the past.”

September: “My recently turned eight year old daughter and I have read to each other forever.”

October: “My first experience with outlet shopping should have set the tone and kept me from every going back.”

November: “A couple of weeks ago I noticed something on my neck that I thought was an insect bite.”

December: “I can't let this day go by without a Happy Birthday shout out to my dear friend Jenn.”

Christmas Eve

Feeling better than last night, especially after church.
Still amidst the Surreal Life marathon.
Tawny Kitaen recently checked into drug rehab after beig caught with blow - surprise, surprise.
It was very difficult finding a Sunday paper today.
I have a table full of library books to read - can you spell overdue?
Movie Review: Dark Water - Poorly done (Jennifer Connelly = attractive)
My cat won't keep his grubby paws off the Christmas tree.
Just over 10 hours til Christmas.
Out...for now...

Saturday, December 23, 2006

It's Christmas Eve Eve

  • Surreal Life Marathon in effect...I missed the last episode of the most recent season so I Tivo'd the whole mess and will rewatch it.
  • Finally, everything that needs to be wrapped is wrapped.
  • I'm feeling blue and I'm not sure why!
  • I'm going to publish this post even though I want to delete it and forget about it...

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Final Exam Filler

As I type this, there are still 2 students working on their final exam. I hate giving exams because it's quite boring waiting for everyone to finish and not being able to crack bad jokes while they are working.

This Trump-Rosie feud is kind of fun, eh?

Anybody have any knowledge about shipping a cake across country; specifically, how to do so?

I've been in bed by 10pm 2 out of 3 nights this week - not happening tonight.

7 of 12 students earned exemptions from the final. Am I a reality show junkie or what?

I've nothing left to say.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Survivor:Cook Islands

I haven't had the time to comment on the most recent season of Survivor which ended this past Sunday. The season started with 4 teams, divided by race/ethnicity which caused a bit of a stir in the press.

Shortly into the season, they "integrated" into two random teams and carried on as usual. Only what seems amazing to me, is that after 13 seasons they still know how to stir the pot enough and diversify the contestants enough, to keep the game compelling.

The ending of the game was changed where instead of two people confronting the jury for the million bucks, this time there were three. However, Becky really had no chance in my opinion to win a vote alongside Yul and Ossie.

Yul was a brilliant strategist while commendable physically and Ossie just dominated the physical challenges throughout the season. It really came down to a point where it would be hard to argue if either had won the game.

The way the alliance of four that made it into the final four and how it played out where Sundra was eliminated in a tiebreaker round was a demonstration of ethics and sportsmanship that is rarely, if ever seen in professional sports anymore.

Abrupt end...nothing left to say other than I enjoyed the season immensely.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

...Early to Rise or More oddity in India

So here's an article that Associated Press reported the other day...

NEW DELHI, India (AP) -- An Indian runner who won a silver medal in the women's 800 meters at the Asian Games failed a gender test and was stripped of the medal.

Santhi Soundarajan, 25, took the gender test in Doha, Qatar, after placing second.

The Indian Olympic Association said Monday it has been told by the Olympic Council of Asia that the 25-year-old runner was disqualified.

"IOA has asked the Athletic Federation of India to return the medal as desired by the Olympic Council of Asia," the Indian Olympic group said.

The IOA also asked its medical commission to inquire into Soundarajan's case and report within 10 days.

There are no compulsory gender tests during events sanctioned by the International Association of Athletics Federations, but athletes may be asked to take a gender test. The medical evaluation panel usually includes a gynecologist, endocrinologist, psychologist and internal medicine specialist.

An Indian athletics official who spoke to The Associated Press on condition of anonymity because he was not authorized to speak to the media said Soundarajan almost certainly never had sex-change surgery.

Instead, the official said Soundarajan appeared to have "abnormal chromosomes." The official also said the test revealed more Y chromosomes than allowed.

Soundarajan was not immediately available for comment.

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As if I wasn't enough trying to decipher my dear old friend Jerry, her is something that goes beyond the oddity of camping aside a leper colony in search of inner peace. Think back to all of the tests you've ever taken. Of all of them, I mean every single one of those things. Heck, include your wildest dreams, would you ever think it possible that there'd be an easier test to pass than to identify your own gender? How in the world is it humanly possible to fail a gender test? This my friends proves beyond the shadow of any doubt that my pal Jerry is crying for help. How could karma, Brahma, or any of those things ever be found in a place where gender, of all things, is uncertain?

Early to Bed...

Battling what I think (hope) to be the beginninigs of exhaution, I set a goal to be in bed by 10pm each day this week. Last night I hit the sack at 9:30pm thank you!

Christmas cards went out late this year, Monday and Tuesday...sorry, I am not superman!

More on India later tonight....Just look what our old friend Goth Baby is up to now (I have no idea how long this link will remain active).

With love...until later.

Sunday, December 17, 2006

Lost in (India) Translation

I got this friend, let's call him Jerry. I've known him for years and I love the guy, but Jerry is clearly of a different breed. For instance, India - there is not an amount of money that you could offer me that would be convincing enough for me to take a trip to India for amy reason whatsoever. Jerry, on the other hand, willfully goes there seemingly as often as he gets the chance.

Every so often, Jerry shoots off an email to us from India to let us know what he's up to and thus far, I have no clue just what the fuck my dear friend is talking about. So, in an effort to better understand Jerry I am asking you dear reader for some help. What follows is an email I received from Jerry direct from India today. If you have any idea what he might be saying, please drop me a line.

First off let me apologize for the group email thing....but slow computers and limited time prevent me from writing, at least at first, to all the people I'd like to reach from here directly. Well, its been everything so far........the swings here are tremendous....from a few days ago from where I was saying, "How could I have stayed away so long, this place is just MAGIC, to yesterday as I was stuck in bed all day with a fever saying, "Please, just shoot me, then take me home".
The trip started that way actually. I was in Delhi for a few days in the guesthouse there with the cold I had brought with me from the states....s the hustle and bustle of Delhi (how many people in Delhi?....20-30 million) wasn’t exactly cool. Then after a death defying drive to Rishikesh (I swear the car and rickshaw drivers here would mop up our auto racing circuit), I felt a lot better. The life here in Rishikesh has been good and simple. We are staying at a very basic hotel right on the Ganges.
Every morning I get up before sunrise and go to the holy river to do my breathing exercises. After about a half hour of that I go back to the hotel and either make some chai for us......or either head to the temple or to a local yoga class. The yoga class is an absolute trip. The teacher has a militant tone and its par for the course that in trying to say "stretch" he says "stress". So here we are in this freezing cold room, and its like he has tourettes because he'll say something first like "stress de elbow" then he'll scream it "STRESS DE ELBOW". It’s all I can do to keep a straight face.
Yoga wise I'm not so hot. My left shoulder continues to bother me, but I got some advice from the MA who I basically came here to see, so that will help in time. I also treated myself to an Ayurvedic Massage and he too gave me some exercises.... so hopefully I'll be able to do my thing soon, which would be good as the Sivananda Organization has accepted me to help teach their teacher training in March. On days where I'm not "stressing de elbow", I go right to the temple in the morning. Prayers start around 7 and go till about 8:30- 9. These beautiful people are out there, again it's still freezing in the morning and these old people are out there pounding the tabalas, playing the harmonium, and going on and on. It's all I can do to follow it in the book I have, and they sing for about two hours non stop; it’s beautiful. Then, we have breakfast. We eat dried banana leaves pinned together with a few tooth pick looking sticks, cut into the shape of a dish or bowl, we eat with our hands, and its usually some puris (fried bread patties, some chickpeas and some potatoes. I have my own mug for chai (which has enough sugar to rattle teeth) which is delicious. Then with luck we get to have darshan with the Jivanti MA of the temple. We (westerners) are treated very very well. We are usually ushered ahead of the locals and she always asks if we have eaten, are well, etc. After that, we usually go back to the hotel.
Alan, who plays tabala for Krishna Das, who I am traveling with, is teaching me the fundamentals of tabala. It’s an uphill battle. There is a music school that I will now donate money to (I'm also donating to program removing cataracts ....60 % of all blind people are in India, 70% of those simply have cataracts! and the same woman doing this also has a program for a leaper colony). A few hundred dollars is going to change hundreds and hundreds of peoples lives. No administrative costs, a great "bang for your buck" Anyone interested can write me. Anyway, at the music school, they all want to be Eminem or 50 cent and here I am learning tabala!!! So I go there and show them some basic songs on guitar, and a Hanuman Chaleesa on guitar, and they've taught me a raga. It’s interesting to have a universal language to speak, especially with kids, as my Hindi is limited to "Thank you". And there has been great music happening here lately. We've been lucky enough to see classical Indian masters recently, although through the remnants of last nights fever, it wasn’t exactly joyous on my part. But the sun is shining today and the fever is going down and by tomorrow or the next day I will be feeling fine again.
Anyway, we usually return to the temple around 4 in the afternoon. Jyoti (which means little) Ma passed away last year on the 21st so the temple is having a special ceremony for her that started a few days ago and will go through the 21st. They’ll say/sing a chapter of the Ramayana as part of the ceremony. I enjoy following along with the English translation. The symbolism is directly transferable to our 21st century problems and situations (go figure!)
Please don’t "reply all" as some people on the list specifically don’t want that. I look forward to hearing from you and wish you all love from India...In Peace, Jerry

Saturday, December 16, 2006

The Tree Musketeers

So we went to get the Christmas tree today. It has been a couple of years since there has been a tree in the house for a variety of reasons and I must admit, I was a bit hesitant to consider getting a tree considering the cat and his frisky, curious youth.

We put him down in the basement until the tree was placed in the stand and set and whne he came up and finally saw the tree, his eyes widened in fear and he ran as far away as possible. Right now, about three hours later, he seems to be warning up a bit, at least now he is walking into the living room but there is still some hesitation and uncertainty.

I just expected all along that he'd be all over the thing climbing it and it would be destroyed almost immediately. While I am still fairly certain that it will happen that way, I suspect it may take more time (not much more) that I originally expected.

The Christmas holiday is just around the corner and the traffic patterns, especially near the malls, are as ridiculous as the first time I wished I could simply disappear for the entire month of December and leave the commercial rigor of this time behind me.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

Like Watching Bad Performance Art

The title is a quote from Jeff Probst regarding a survivor challenge in progress as I watch and write.

As some of you know I was down in Staten Island for a christening. It was great seeing so may old friend's and neighbors; some whom I haven't seen in many years. One of my old neighbors that I ran into was Eddie White, the father of four girls that were part of the neighborood kids. Eddie, though clearly aged, was still the vibrant, charming, witty, and interesting man I had remembered and it was fun seeing and reconnecting with him.

I was saddened last evening to receive a call informing me of Eddie's sudden passing the night before. It's just so odd to have spent time with someone you haven't seen in a long time and next thing you know, they are gone. It definitely awakens one as to their own mortality.

Eddie, I know where you are. You and your family were a big part of my growing up and remain in my bank of memories, all wonderful. Say hi to my mom and dad for me.

Monday, December 11, 2006

New Members of the Family

Amazing that a washer and dryer can be computer controlled and have intelligence. I actually own a washer and dryer with more brain power than the president of the United States! I am looking forward to playing with these bad boys (or girls).

Sunday, December 10, 2006

Road Trip Shuffle

I'll shortly be on the way to Staten Island, but before I leave I am taking a cue from Bryan's blog (who got the premise from yet another blog)...what a community!

..."'In Random Rules, The A.V. Club asks some of its favorite people to set their MP3 players to shuffle and comment on the first few tracks that come up—no cheating or skipping embarrassing tracks allowed.' Based on the honor system, this could prove a nice little jolt to our languishing blog community."

Here are the first 10 that came up on the shuffle which yielded only 1 embarassing title (which isn't bad considering the number of possibilities).

1. Amarillo by Morning by George Strait from Strait Out of the Box
I vividly remember George Strait'e early years in the music business about 25 years or so ago, it was before I liked country music and me and my buddy Mike used to rip on him big time. I recently saw him in concert, and over the years have grown to love him. What a consistent artist, more than 50 #1 hits on the country charts.

2. Fever by Ray Charles w/Natalie Cole from Genius Loves Company
The song is a classic but what can be said about brother Ray that hasn't already be said by people far more recognizable than little old me. How many musicians/vocalists out there could get you to give a crap about anything that comes out of Natalie Cole's mouth?

3. What’s On My Mind by Blake Shelton from Barn & Grill
Blake Shelton was an artist who had to grow on me but literally the day he did, I went and bought all of his CD's. He has a very distinct style and a good sense of humor,

4. Maggie May (Live) by Melissa Etheridge from MTV Unplugged & More
I loved Melissa Etheridge before she came out to the world and have remained a fan. The song has always been one of my faves and she delivers it here like only she can.

5. Blue Skies by Diana DeGarmo from Blue Skies
What can I say, I'm an American Idol fan and I just couldn't help myself. Bring it on, I'm ready.

6. Frim Fram Sauce by Diana Krall from Steppin’ Out
I absolutely love Diana Krall. JazzySexyMellowHotness...Mr. Costello is a lucky dude.

7. (Are You) The One That I’ve Been Waiting For? by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds from The Best of Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds have an unusual sound and I love to listen to him on those dreary weathered days where I constantly need to fend of the blues.

8. Brilliant Disguise by Elvis Costello from Kojak Variety
The thing I love most about Elvis Costello is his diversity and wilingness to be experimental and do what fulfills him as a musician. This is a neat little cover of a Springsteen song.

9. Primal Scream by Motley Crue from Red, White & Crue
Motley Crue was a huge part of my life around the time I hated George Strait. Odd that now listening to Crue is more nostalgic while Strait is more in tune to who I am now.

10. I Don’t Wanna Rock by Bowling for Soup from Drunk Enough to Dance
I only heard of Bowling for Soup in the last couple of years. What a cool, fun band that I like to listen to with a little side order of Me First and the Gimme Gimme's.

That's all for now...road trip time.

Saturday, December 09, 2006

RIddle Me This...

So I am captivated by the book Blink by Malcolm Gladwell, which I am halfway through and within its pages happened upon a riddle/puzzle of sorts that I thought I'd run by you:

A man and his son are in a serious car accident. The father is killed and the son is rushed to the emergency room. Upon arrival, the attending doctor looks at the child and gasps, "This child is my son!" Who is the doctor?
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It's off to Staten Island, NY tomorrow for a christening. My old pal Mike and his lovely wife Christa recently had a baby boy named Joseph Michael. Here's a recent photo of him:

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Bee, know that I am praying for you every day...

Friday, December 08, 2006

Return of the Cold Monster

Today was the first real cold day of the end of fall/pending winter season. While prepared for the cold thanks to listening to the weather forecast last night, I was unable to find my gloves and regretful that I had not purchased those snazzy wrap-around earmuffs at BJ's last time I saw them. Then, while I stopped for a hot cup of coffee and my recently traditional corn muffin with (fake) butter, I couldn't help but think about how good Sprizee and the Dude's simple but delicious sounding shortbread would taste with my coffee.

I'm watching one of those plastic surgery shows on TV (unintentionally). I'm not qualified to judge anyone, but it seems that the doctor should advise a grossly overweight woman to think about getting her obesity under control before getting a facelift.

My cat wandered into and slightly up the fireplace the other day and came out blackened like a piece of cajun salmon. Getting the ashen soot off of his whitish fur required my giving him a shower, which was not an enjoyable experience though he seemed to really enjoy being wrapped and dried in the towel afterward.

A busy weekend that once again involves a long road trip, only this time, I'll be driving which makes me appreciate all the more Pam's willingness to drive last weekend.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Happy Birthday to Me!!!

Today I am twice as legal as I was when I last became legal (42 for those that couldn't or wouldn't contemplate the riddle or just toodle on over to the profile page).

My very bizarre colleague, a professor in her 80's and about 4 feet tall, placed a candle atop a graham cracker and forced a group of unsuspecting bystanders to sing Happy Birthday to me - I then stooped down to blow out said candle. Holy friggin' crap!

If a colony of tiny little insects can devour an entire house made of wood, why the heck do they still make houses out of wood? It must be a conspiracy with the pest control world.

I'm reading a book called "blink". I thought I already read it but I was confusing it for another book with blink in the title. I did read "The Tipping Point" which was written by the same author as "blink" (in fact I even heard hime speak at a conference)...anyway, the point I'm trying to make (and just realized that I am not sure why) is that the one time I can't read the book called "blink" is while in the middle of the process of blinking - more specifically, the portion of the blink in which my eyelid, which is opaque, completely covers my eye.

Bye for now...Love me (the Birthday Boy)

Christmas Business

Jill got me started anbd besides, Joy needs something like this to ease the pain of a lack of quizzes....

Christmas Elf Name

My Christmas Elf Name is
Get your Christmas Elf Name at

Secret Santa
This year my Secret Santa bought me :

Hugh Hefners Slippers
Get your Secret Santa gift at

Christmas Naughty or Nice List

I am on the The Nice List

After checking the North Pole database I had :

1,524 nice entries
168 naughty entries
Check your name on the Christmas Naughty or Nice List at

Monday, December 04, 2006

Film Star Penelope Cruz

The title of this post is the answer to the wheel of fortune puzzle, which I solved before the players in the game - yay me.

Some December Birthday (etc.) shouts:

1 - Jenn
2- Jill
6 - Me! (also Joan)
10 - My late parents wedding anniversary (1955)
25 - Jesus
28 - Lucy
29 - Steven

Spent this past weekend in oddly named town of New Jersey with Pam doing search committee work for our church. It was great getting to know Pam better, hanging out with a fellow Yankee fan living in MA, and meeting a unique and interesting priest.

If you are reading this and wealthy enought to buy a lavish gift for this hard working blogger, here's a hint: Garmin Nuvi 660.

One of the greatest stand up routines in history will finally be available on DVD come February, 2007.

In chatting with Pam during our 7 hours or so of driving, she asked me if I'd ever written a Limerick. I'm fairly certain that I haven't and as I took a moment to pause and reflect, the following came to me:

As '06 ends this month of December
Was it a year that you'll always remember?
In the new year, play to win
Always keep your heart in
And you always remain a contender.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Happy Birthday Jenn/Jersey Bound

I can't let this day go by without a Happy Birthday shout out to my dear friend Jenn. I wihs I could have been at Durgin to celebrate, but know that my sprit was there and I love you lots.

With very few moments to myself over the last week or so, I am gearing up for a business trip of sorts that will take me to Succasunna, New Jersey this weekend. While having spent considerable time in the state of NJ, I have never even heard of this unusually named city/town until recently.

With the Fall semester winding down, I am hoping for a touch less stress in my life.

I just agreed to pay more than $2800. for a new washer and dryer (WOW!) - more on that after delivery...but I am pround to say that I was able to get a great deal from a small local merchant and stick it to the demon seeds that are Best Buy and Home Depot.

Here's a little "Weird Al" for ya...

Wednesday, November 29, 2006

What do I Have in Common with Sally?

I'm a Ford Mustang!

You're an American classic -- fast, strong, and bold. You're not snobby or pretentious, but you have what it takes to give anyone a run for their money.

"Take the Which Sports Car Are You? quiz.

Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Blatant Excuse(s)

So my posting has lagged a bit - life happens. And while there is a valid argument that blogging is exactly for that purpose, to chronicle life when it happens, sometimes it just isn't possible.

Home ownership has taken its toll, yet again. My garage door is a recent cause of dismay. Turns out some of the bolts on the hinges that hold the panels together were loose causing one of the panels to misalign. This in turn cause the door to jam on the way down and basically blow out the motor on the garage door opener. Also, one of the door springs snapped and in the process, bent a pulley. So research, shopping, aggravation, and about $300 later, its all better. On the plus side, the new garage door opener is a gem - opens the door in about a second or two and quietly to boot.

This morning I await the "Pest Control Experts" to hopefully not provide me with dreadful news. Last week I was outside the garage an notice a "nugget" in the wood on one of the moldings. I poked at it and it basically disintegrated leaving a gaping hole uncovering an insect of sorts. I thought it best to have a termite inspection and check for the possibility of carpenter ants. We tend to have a horrible ant problem when winter changes over to spring and spring into summer. SO I need to get that all sorted out and pray that there isn't ridiculous amounts of wood damage that needs costly repairs.

My cat is cute like crazy but is one nutty little dude. Peace for now...

Friday, November 24, 2006

"Black Friday"

I've seen several mentions referring to today as "Black Friday". Well, it has nothing to do with the stock market crashing so it must be the horrible traffic as a result of psychotic shoppers (and I guess some who are perfectly normal). One of the local sales flyers we received this week advertised Wal-Mart's "early-bird" specials available from 5am to 11am. 5am? 5am!

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I vivdly recall the news stories of last year's early bird specials, which involved numerous people getting trampled so they can buy one of a handful of DVD players for $29. Risk death to save $50 - not a good trade-off. Anyway, there's a reason God created the Internets - no risk of being trampled!

In other news, Thanksgiving at the Jeffrey's for a fourth year was terrific as ususal. Good food, good people, and good fun. Thanks for opening your home and family to us once more.

Finally, as we enter this holiday season - do what makes you happy, but do it safely. Please so not get trampled.

Monday, November 20, 2006

Playstation Freakazoids

Perhaps you've heard the recent stories of people camped out for days in front of stores so they could be the first to own a Playstation 3 video game system. It was really odd to see this behavior on television, but last Thursday when I went to Target at lunch time to pick up some Christmas gifts, I actually saw with my own eyes the tent loads of completely insane young boys and girls surrendering days of their life for a stupid video game.

I've done some stupid things in my life. In all fairness, maybe it's my age and place in life that have me so darn puzzled - but I just don't see how or why someone would freely give of that kind of time for something so meager.

At target, there were about half a dozen tents or so, but what I thought was disturbing, is the sign right ourside the door and just in front of the line that read, "NO WAITING, JOBS AVAILABLE TODAY!" I just wanted to shake them and tell them to walk their dumb asses 20 feet inside the store and fill out a job application so they can go home, get a shower and some rest, and get to the store bright and early and get an employee discount on the stupid game.

Well, while I may not understand it, I am over it. What follows is the text that appeared at the bottom of an ebay ad for one of these elusive systems and was the sellers story as to how he ended up actually getting a unit. As Ripley says...."Believe it, or not..."

i went out wednesday afternoon to the local walmart to start camping out. when i got there, there were already 12 people ther so i got in line being number 13. i talked around and found out the first 6 people there had been there since monday, total hardcore nerds all planning to keep them. bragging about how only they should get the system since theyve been there the longest. how they are so dedicated and how if you dont want to do the time, you shouldnt get a system. generally being complete assholes. good for them. we had a hours to pass so we became friends and played some cards and whatnot. the 6 guys in front kept to themselves and didnt associate with the rest of us. we were cool with each other leaving the line to get food, bathroom, smoke, etc since we all knew each other and as long as they were back in 30 minutes. i was about to leave to go buy some KFC for a good number of us and when i stepped out of line, one of the nerds shouted that if i left, i would lose my spot. the other guys told him that they were vouching for me and that i was just getting food but those 6 assholes didnt care. they said i leave, i lose my spot and that was the rules and they would call the manager (they had his number) to come out and enforce it. i said whatever and stayed in line. a few hours later, the manager came out and told everyone that there were only going to be SEVEN available. they have them in their store and theyre not getting anymore. he told the people after # 7 they should leave if they wanted to not waste their time. me being number 13 should have left but i didnt, i wanted to stick around for a little bit more. everyone else left except me and the 7 other people that were getting it for sure. so the day goes on and i try to make friends with the nerds. i play mario kart on the ds with them and talk to them about the games they were getting. about an hour or 2 later, i tell im gonnna head home since im 8 in line and theres only 7 ps3s. one of them made some stupid joke about if i leave the line then i aint getting back in!! har har. so as im about to leave, i tell them im going to the vons next door and if any of them wanted any food or coffee and id bring it back to them. one of them said yea and all the rest like sheep followed and said yes too. they were gonna give me money but i told them it was on me since theyve been out here since monday. the 7th guy in line wanted some food and coffee and i told him id buy some for him also. so i go to vons and buy 8 coffees, some food, and some x-lax laxatives. i bring it to my car and put some laxatives in 6 of the coffees and seperate them from mine and #7s. i pull back to walmart and bring all the drinks and food upfront. i give #7 his stuff and then the coffees with laxatives to the 6 nerds annd wish them good luck and go back to my car. i park it around the corner so i can still see them. about 30 minutes later, #2 and 3 in line get up and it seemed like they were yelling to the other nerds. they both ran into walmart. seconds later (i guess all nerds have the same biology) #5 gets up and runs across the parking lot and into the trees and bushes somewhere. #1 is scrounging for this portapotty type thing he'd brought with him but he is squirting everywhere and all over his pants and their sleeping bags. he runs into walmart. at this time, i start my car and drive back to the walmart to claim my spot in line. when i get there #4 and 6 are gone but i dont know where. #7 is laughing his ass off so hard and i just smile at him. i call up 5 of the other people that i had made friends with that were in line with me ( i had their phone numbers cause i was gonne buy to food for everyone) and told them to get back to the walmart ASAP and get in line. Meanwhile, me and #7 threw all their shit into the parking lot and i claimed my spot as #1, him as #2. 4 and the people i had called arrived and got in line just as 1 of the nerds came running back and got #7. he started yelling saying they need their spots back. we all told them to fuck off, out of spot, out of line. it was all of us against him so he didnt say shit. the nerds came back and tried to start some shit but we just laughed, we told them it was their rule and to go fuck themselves and clean the shit off their pants. the called security and security came. security man was like WTF is that fuckin smell and looked at the nerds with shit all of them and kicked them off the grounds screaming LMAO. so that is how i got my ps3.

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Wekend Memery

Since very few drift on over on the weekend anyway, I thought I'd do this meme I snatched and spice it up a bit. Some of the answers are true, some are false, and some could be true. All are stupid and several are vulgar.

What’s in the glove box of your car?
A couple of used tissues, coffee stirrers, and a ticket stub from a Barry Manilow concert.

Favorite classes in college (or high school):
In college, my favorite thing was doing my radio show. In high school, it was Math (cause of my dorkiness).

Shampoo brand:

Favorite piece of furniture you own:
Shall we call it a swing?

Idea of a really good first date:
Beer and Sex…no names involved and no chance of a second date.

Favorite fruit:
Barry Manilow (see first question)

Pick a passage from a favorite book:
“The End” – found in just about every book.

What would you eat for dinner if it were your last night on earth?
Peter Luger’s.

Free Will or Destiny?
Since nothing is ever Free, especially Will, I’ll take destiny for 600 Alex.

What would you sing at karaoke?
A song.

Sweater or Sweatshirt?

Paris, NYC, Tokyo, or Rio de Janeiro?

What do you wear to bed usually?
sweats and a t-shirt (socks optional)

If you dyed your hair, what color would you dye it?

If you went back to school, what would you study?
Veterinary Medicine.

Gum or mints?
How dare you make me choose!

Recurring nightmares?

Age & location of first kiss?
17, on the lips.

Describe your favorite pair of shoes:
Life is too short to play favorites though I am partial to my slippers.

What movie/tv character do you feel like you relate to most?
Fish (how’s that for a reference!)

First CD purchase:
The Bangles – Different Light (Because Joe Jackson was out of stock). My first LP was Book of Dreams by the Steve Miller Band (and I still have it 30 or so years later)

First concert:
Billy Joel

Do you like camping?
Only if Barry Manilow is coming along and there's at least a chance of some reach around action.

If you were doomed to be mauled to death by an animal, what animal would you prefer that to be?
The one who can do the job in the shortest time possible.

Do you/would you own a gun?

What religion would you like to know more about:

Favorite food as a kid:

How many languages do you speak?

If you were a natural disaster, would you be a tornado, hurricane, or earthquake?
Whatever happened to the old Tsunami?

If you could make one state in the US just go away, which state would that be?
Hands down, Texas.

How many prescriptions do you take?
None for the moment.

Lake or Ocean?

What is the worst lie you’ve ever told to get out of work, (and don’t say you’ve never lied to get out of work, because that my friend is a lie and you know it)?
I once slammed my nads against the bar on a bike that was way to big for me. I stopped short, next thing I knew I was waking up with a bloddy ball sack. (Nice imagery huh?) That really dosen't answer the question though, does it? Ok, here's one..."Sorry that I can't make it to work today, I spent the entire night listening to every known recording of Barry Manilow and I am just too emotionally bewildered to leave my bed."

Do you carry a backpack, a satchel or “man bag”, tote bag, brief case, or a backpack on wheels?
I’d call it something of a satchel.

Have you ever been arrested/cited for anything other than traffic violations?
Jumped a turnstile in the subway in NYC when in High School

Would you ever move for/with a significant other?
Not easily – needs to be a terrific payoff

What was the weirdest thing you had to dissect for biology?
The teacher. Wait, that wasn't required.

Would you ever consider spending some time at a nudist colony?
Not a fucking chance (unless by some miracle, attractive people actually went – and while it may be a shallow response, you’re thinking the same thing but I had the guts to say it. That is, you’re thinking the same thing unless you are one of the fugly ones who go to nudist colonies).

Best thing you can cook?
I’m a terrific cook.

If you were going to donate 1000 dollars to a charity, what would that be?
If it were today, the Katrina Relief Effort.

All Funked Up

That's right, I am in a major funk and it's not just any one thing, it's a compilation of many things. I am mad, sad, and everything in between and all around.

Amongst the disarray, a friend was recently diagnosed with cancer and is about to begin the fight of her life.

I noticed some wood damage in the garage area and fear that there may be either termites or carpenter ants.

My garage door opener died! The spring snapped. I called a repair company and the costs of a service call and repair was less than $100 shy of a brand new unit including installation. So, I went off to Lowe's and bought a new unit and now I am awaiting them to handle the install - in the meantime, my poor car must live in the cold outdoors.

I'm gonna crawl back in my shell for now...

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Random Ramblings on a Wednesday in November

The Boston Red Sox have paid a reported $51.1 million dollars for the exclusive rights to negotiate with a Japanese superstar pitcher. I guess if they sign the guy, which I don't believe could happen for less than an additional $40 million bucks I can only guess that hot dogs are going up to around $12 bucks at Fenway.

According to Associated Press, "In a new TV interview and book, O.J. Simpson discusses how he would have committed the slayings of his ex-wife and her friend 'if he did it.'" So, thanks to the press, O.J. is actually going to elaborate on how he actually committed two murders and instead of going to jai, he'll get paid. In the words of Borat, "U.S. and A is great country!"

Speaking of Borat, I saw the movie last Friday and highly recommend it. It's one of the funniest films I've seen in a while despite the shock value of a certain scene involving nudity and wrestling.

You gotta love the whole "Fed-Ex" moniker given to K-Fed after the Britney divorce announcement. Turns out that now K-Fed is "threatening" to sell some home-made sex tapes…I agree with Howard Stern's take, Britney should release them for free on the Internet. They aren't going to hurt her one bit (see Paris Hilton) and it'll diffuse his ability to capitalize on them.

Someone actually greeted me this morning by saying, "Gee Chris, you look so tired." That wasn't fun to hear.

I think Snickers bars are good, but highly overrated. Give me a Mars bar (or the comparable Snickers Almond) any day.


Monday, November 13, 2006

Things That Make You Go Hmmm...

The letter that follows was sent to me by someone else in the education business. On of the interesting things being a teacher is the unusual, let's call them reasons, that a student might offer as to why they are unable to complete an assignment or keep up with the work, etc. For me, there's always a part of me that brings me back to my days as a student and some of the doozies that I came up with.

However, this particular one is of a completely different breed. You'll see:

Dear Professor So and So,

I am still having a difficult time with the landlord and a neighbor next door who also builds computers and is an alcoholic. He appears to have all my software registration numbers and even bought the same camera I have. I believe he is getting or was getting paid off by a business rival who I reported to the government about a robbery. I cannot get a correct disk image. The computer is constantly connected to an antenna, I have repeatedly asked the landlord to disconnect it over the course of ten years, but he will not. No legal firm seems to understand what is going on. The former housing authority landlord was fired for mismanagement of funds after I complained about him for five years. The police have no knowledge of what I'm talking about and will not help. I live less than 100 yds from a wifi hot spot. There is no way out, I feel like a hostage, and cannot move due to waiting lists that are years long, I've had six hard drives destroyed, by this antenna, and even ComTel(formerly MediaTel)knows about the antenna. They will not disconnect it, because they say the landlord has jurisdiction over it and the landlord will not disconnect it because the custodians (who worked for the former corrupt housing authority) believe Comcast has jurisdiction. The logic is cyclical. I cannot write a program without the alcoholic next door not understanding it. I don't know who to talk to.

Sincerely,Person in Need of Assistance

Saturday, November 11, 2006

What American Accent do I Have? etc.

Joy "stole" this from someone and I in turn snatched it from her. It's been a while since I did one of these quizzie thingies. The result is accurate which is modestly impressive - fo shizzle. For those of you who don't know, I am originally from New York City and for the last 9+ years have been living in Eastern Massachusettes about 25 miles west of Boston.

What American accent do you have?
Your Result: The Northeast
Judging by how you talk you are probably from north Jersey, New York City, Connecticut or Rhode Island. Chances are, if you are from New York City (and not those other places) people would probably be able to tell if they actually heard you speak.
The Inland North
The Midland
The South
The West
North Central
What American accent do you have?
Take More Quizzes

So, then I took this other quiz, "How Massachusetts are you?" I thought it would be interested to see how I've adapted to the culture here after more than 9 years. Here is the result...

Dude! You're 96% from Massachusetts!
Dude! Me and Sully and Fitzie and Sean are gonna hit Landsdowne tonight after the game, hang out at the Beerworks. I'll pick you up at the Coop at 6.

How Massachusetts are you?
Quiz Created on GoToQuiz

So, I guess I've adapted somewhat. While my speaking voice is predominantly New York, I do comprehend the "Boston accent" fairly well and as much as I hate to admit it, a word or two creeps through like that on a rare occasion.

Friday, November 10, 2006

Election Reflection

I wanted a few days to pass so that I could have some time to process all that as happened politically in our nation and in my state this week. I'll leave the national stuff for another time (maybe) but I do want to speak a bit about the governor-elect of Massachusetts, Deval Patrick.

While he earned my vote, he did just that, he earned it. Early on I was high on another candidate and literally a few days before the primary, Deval won my vote. I look back on the enitrety of his campaign and the true grassroots movement he created and am in total awe. While I will always have an air of skepicism anout any politician, Deval really does appear to be the real deal.

What follows is the transcript of Deval Patrick's acceptance speech which is easily amongst the five best speeches I have ever heard. Enjoy...

Thank you, thank you all. You better believe we can. Thank you all.
Today, November 7, 2006, the people of Massachusetts chose by a decisive margin to take their government back.
This was not a victory just for me. This was not a victory just for Democrats. This was a victory for hope.
And we won it the old-fashioned way – we earned it. Nearly two years ago, we started on this journey, and by coming to you, where you live and work, by listening to you, by showing that we could disagree with each other without being disagreeable, by asking you to put your cynicism down, by refusing to build myself up by tearing anybody else down, by challenging you to see your stake in your neighbor’s dreams and struggles as well as your own, we built what history will record is the broadest and best-organized grassroots organization this Commonwealth has ever seen.
Now I ask you to look around. Look around, especially those of you who have never been a part of a campaign. Every kind of person is here. You come from every corner of the Commonwealth. You come from great wealth and no wealth. You walk and you use wheelchairs. Democrats and Independents and Republicans are here. You are liberal and moderate and conservative.
You see in common how broken our civic life and how fractured our communities are. You see in common that the poor are in terrible shape and the middle class are one month away from being poor. And you know that government by gimmick and sound bite isn’t working. You know that we deserve better and we are better than that. And for a chance at a better and more hopeful future, you built bridges some of you never thought could be built across all kinds of differences -- and then you crossed them.
You are business executives looking for a better margin and artists looking to be valued. You are college kids in search of a career and high school drop-outs looking for a way forward. You are young mothers trying to balance work and child care and grandmothers trying to hold on to the family home. You are farmers and fishing families wondering whether there is a future in livelihoods that built this Commonwealth and union members wondering why there is so little work when there is so much to do. And the magic is that you have come together not just for your own dreams and your own aspirations, but for each others’.
This has never been my campaign. It has always been yours. The real heroes here are the thousands of you, here and at home, many who have never been involved before in a political campaign, who set aside what you were doing to get involved, who confronted your despair about the direction our Commonwealth has been heading in, and decided to take responsibility for her future.
You are the young man from Boston who took the midnight bus from college in New York to be at the polls to vote this morning, then hopped on the next bus back to New York so that he could be back in time for his internship. You are the mother who thanked me this morning for running a campaign her kids could watch and be proud of. You are the retiree who told me the other day that this campaign changed her life. You are the homeless man who figured out how to register and vote without an address, because he did not want to be left out again. You are the venture capitalist in the office tower who organized other VCs to help, and the cleaning crew who stopped us in the lobby on the way in to say, 'I'm with you, too.' You are the new citizen who says with such pride that you cast your first vote for Tim and me. You are the tired and frustrated public official, who just got your second wind. You are every Black man, woman and child in Massachusetts and America, and every other striver of every race and kind, who is reminded tonight that the American Dream is for you, too.
You are the ones who transformed this from a political campaign to a movement for change, and I am honored and awed by what you have done. You made a claim on history, and I thank you for letting me be a part of that.
I have been blessed with the best campaign manager and the best strategist on the planet in John Walsh and Doug Rubin. I have also been blessed with an extraordinary staff, who stand with me tonight as they have for many, many months now. I have been blessed with an amazing running mate in Tim Murray. And I have been blessed with a family stronger than steel, especially my wife, Diane.
I have also been blessed many times over by the people of Massachusetts. A people so proud, so optimistic, so practical, so hopeful. I'm not forgetting Ron Bell, relax. I'm not forgetting you, either, and I never will. The people of Massachusetts are so proud, so optimistic, so practical, so hopeful. A people of ingenuity and drive and grit and determination. A people of fundamental civility and warmth. A people from a tradition of high standards and high expectations. This is the character of the people of Massachusetts. This is the character you reflected in this campaign. And these are the people I am honored to serve come January as your Governor.
Unfortunately, there is unpleasantness in any political campaign. This one had perhaps more than its share. But let’s put all that behind us. See, that's yesterday. I am not here to serve as governor of the winners. I am here to serve as governor of the whole Commonwealth. So, just as you have built bridges across differences to create this grassroots movement, go build bridges with supporters of the competing campaigns. They are our neighbors, too. They are a part of this community, too. They have a stake in a fair and purposeful government, just like the rest of us.
Let me start by congratulating Kerry Healey, Christy Mihos and Grace Ross. They had the courage to put their ideas and their vision on the line, and subject it to scrutiny and critique. They deserve our gratitude and respect for the thoughtful contributions they each made to the public discourse.
Let us also thank Mitt Romney for his service. (boos from the crowd) No, wait a minute. That is not what we are about. We have had our differences, but every resident of this state owes a debt of gratitude for anyone willingness to serve, and I thank him for him for that service and the accomplishments of his administration, and I look forward to working with him and his team to ensure a smooth transition.
Tonight we celebrate, but soon our thoughts must turn to governing. We are charged with an awesome responsibility. We have a mandate to revive this economy, to assure excellence in every public school and college, and to deliver on the promise of decent health care. We have a mandate to make the streets safe and housing more affordable. We have a mandate to get the Big Dig right and to help the creative economy flourish. We have a mandate to change the way we do business on Beacon Hill and to keep the grassroots alive and growing. And that mandate is Commonwealth-wide, and it comes from everyone here and everyone in the Commonwealth in search of a reason to hope.
You know change won’t come in a flash. You know that it will take focus and commitment and patience. But you also know that government by gimmick and photo op and sound bite has failed us. Do not expect more of that from me.
What you should expect is that I will work as hard and as smart as I can; that I will listen closely and carefully; that I will be straight with you, as I expect you to be with me; that I will make mistakes, as humans sometimes do, and that I will learn from them when I do; that I will bring every day the best that I have and the best that I am.
And what I expect from you is that you keep this renewed sense of community alive; that you see your stake in each other every day; that you ask what you can do to make Massachusetts stronger and do it; that you don’t let cynicism win, ever -- even when I make mistakes. We didn’t build up this grassroots just to win an election. We built up the grassroots to govern in a whole new way, to make change real, and lasting, and meaningful. And that means, to be sure, that we have to refuse the politics of division and fear “out there.” But it also means some changes “in here,” within the Democratic Party. We have to learn to listen to those who want to help with what’s wrong with Democrats just as openly as we listen to those who tell us what’s wrong with Republicans. See, the grassroots is a power of citizenship. It transcends party, it outlasts party, and it has to lift us all up. And it doesn't end with this election.
In an article in mid-January 2005, the Boston Globe first reported that I was considering getting into this race. I visited my ailing mother that evening to show her the headline. She smiled, kissed me and she said her last good-bye – and then a few hours later, she passed away. We spread her ashes just this morning, Election Day, as a way to mark this milestone in our family’s journey, and to honor her lasting presence in our lives.
She was a remarkable woman. Tough and ornery, and blunt, and opinionated. When we were waiting at the Chicago airport in 1970 when I was 14 years old, as I was about go off alone to Massachusetts for the first time, someone asked her whether she was afraid for me. She said, 'No, he knows he can always come home.'
Nearly 40 years later, Massachusetts is still my home. If I ever had any doubts about that, your support and encouragement and your grace in countless ways over the course of this long campaign has affirmed that for me and for my whole family. What my mother gave me, in that comment, was a confidence about the foundation on which the future is built, and our ability to shape it, and you have strengthened that.
I have told you before that my grandmother used to say, “hope for the best, and work for it.” Well, we have succeeded in raising each others’ hopes, and I can’t wait to get to work.God bless you all. Thank you so much.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

Extreme Meme

This is a super long meme that I found on Ficken Chinger, which is on top of the Blogs I'm Checking Out list. Fun Fun Fun...

Yes, but only when I sleep (sometimes).
I am a…a…I know, I am a lighter!
Stroking out.
Yes. In fact, when we went to my Aunt Minnie’s, my brother and I would fight over the legos stored in a large shoe box under the lamp table in her living room.

I live for it.


It was the last time I was cute.

Let’s just say that before I was married, the thing I was best at was being single.

Black with white letters.

Only when an earworm has infiltrated my noggin.

About 15 years ago, me, my buddy Mike and his brother Darren drove to Coney Island because bungee jumping had been spreading like wild fire at that time and there was a fairly new site off the boardwalk, down near the old parachute jump ride. Anyway, we get there and its abandoned…turns out, the day before, there was a bungee death when a band broke in the Midwest and it was run by the same company. So the answer to the question is, no.

On a blackboard, I can simultaneously write my name forward with my right hand and backward with my left hand.

I’m a big fan of cruising; I love being out on the sea just vegetating with a snazzy ocean breeze.



Yes, though I hate the real heavy duty recycling pricks and "green" scumbags.
Last I counted was more than 25 years ago, but a recall 350 something.


Electric; I actually bought my own just a few years ago.

I have no interest in it but support those who choose to do it, as long as they do so safely.

I am currently married.

Only when I can read it.

Clindamyacin and nice weather (ragweed to be precise).

Just minutes ago.

I have.


Only the dumb ones.

Wherever the cat chooses to hide it.



Yes, but that doesn’t take away the occasional craving for a Sausage, Egg, and Cheese McGriddle.

About 5:30 this evening.


What are you one of them weirdos?


Chocolate and Reality Television.


God, No.





It would be a cop out to say no, but the truth is I am deeply grateful for it.

I was never good at Physics due to dyslexia.

Yes, in High School.

No. I tried and failed, so I gave up.

Yes, my brother would recklessly dump his loose change on the floor before lapsing into a lengthy coma. I was a poor young boy who just needed a friggin’ candy bar.

No. There is no logic to snowboarding or skiing.

I did when I was younger, I wouldn’t do it again. I’ve grown fond of electricity and running water (though not at the same time).

No (though it has happened and probably will again).

Great song.

No, it’s the other way around. Face it, who pays the bills?

I’ll pass on this…I can’t give a thoughtful intelligent answer in a short enough space.

No. I can do the package grab move at the end of the moonwalk, though it just does not look pretty.

Who doesn’t?

Not too bad.

Charlotte Berry Torte with a dollop of Whipped Cream.


Stupid question.
Just about all of them except the CITIbank identity theft ones.

I have no idea what that is.

Building Bridges by Brooks & Dunn.

Monday, November 06, 2006

The State of Blogging

Egan recently wrote about the state of blogging and how it appears to be fizzing out to a point. It does in fact seem that the larger part of my blogs I frequent list has slowed down to a crawl of late.

I suppose like other "hot" trends and fads, its logical for blogging to fade away in favor of some new thing but I for one refuse to believe that it has to be over. I know that sometimes life gets in the way to the point where the joy of blogging becomes a burden - but if you stick to blogging for the reasons you enjoy it and simply choose not to blog when you're not feeling it, perhaps the burdensome feelings will pass.

I am in the stage of seeking out some fresh new blogs to read as well. While I intend to remain loyal to those who I've come to know, I know that there is a world of wonderful blogs that remains untapped...I',m ready to do some tapping.

In the meantime, the post previous to this was my 500th and I'm on Christmas eve, the blog will be two and a half. I treasure some of the relationships I've formed and the stories I've read.

Until next time, know that I am always thinking about you all - you are a part of me now.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

Reach Around Sue

In honor of my 500th post, and a promise I made in an earlier post, what follows are the results of a moment of creativity brought on by a delicious meatball sub at Papa Gino's this afternoon.

"Reach Around” Sue

Parody of Runaraound Sue as originally perfomed by Dion; a #1 top 40 hit in 1961 (now, just a mockery).

Here's my story sad but true
It's about a girl that I once knew
She likes to go for the reach around
With every other guy in town

I should have known it from the very start
This girl will leave me with a broken heart
Now listen people what I'm telling you
I wish I got one from “Reach Around” Sue

The thought of her pressed against my back
Reachin’ round while nestled in my crack
So if you don’t wanna cry like I do
Go and get one from “Reach Around” Sue

Ohhhh, the thought of her grabbing mine from behind
It just drives me out of my mind
Ah, she likes to reach around, yeah
She'll love you but she'll put you down
People let me put you wise
Sue reaches ‘round with all the other guys

Here's the moral and the story from the guy who knows
She reaches ‘round better than she blows
Ask any fool that she ever knew, they'll say
Keep away from “Reach Around” Sue

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Growth, Mass, What Have You

A couple of weeks ago I noticed something on my neck that I thought was an insect bite. I realized a few days ago that it was still there and that it is in fact a growth of sorts, not an insect bite.

I called my physician who saw me right away and though it could be one of two things: either a problem with a lymph node (which is scary to me) or a cyst (less scary).

The options given were to just leave it for now yet monitor it for any changes. Or, see a surgeon, remove it, and biopsy it. I asked him what he would do if he were in my shoes (knowing my health history and other assorted neuroses).

So, I'll be consulting with a surgeon on Monday afternoon. Keep me in your thoughts.

Sunday, October 29, 2006

Fall Back, Spring Ahead

It's that weekend again, the good one - where we get an extra hour of sleep. That is, so long as you don't completely forget to set the clocks and alarms back before going to sleep. So, here I am at 7:10am on Sunday morning all shaved, showered, and dressed for church and an extra hour to kill before I even have to think about getting Victoria off to church school in time.

Later today I need to write a sarcastic note to the illiterates in the subscription department of the Boston Globe. Hopefully I can get them over the hurdle of learning to read and get my subscription back on track.

As a result of recent post humor by Egan, I'm considering writing a parody of "Runaround Sue" and I have no shame to mention it's title..."Reacharound Sue".

Hugh Laurie hosted Saturday Night Live last night. I "tivo'd" it so I look forward to seeing that later this afternoon. I use the word tivo'd but I actually don't own a tivo brand dvr. My dvr is direct from DISH network but I think the verb "to tivo" is generic enough to apply to the concept of digital video recording in general.

Until later, but an hour sooner until spring.

Friday, October 27, 2006

Rush Limbaugh Must Die!

That’s it folks, there’s no other way to say it. I’m not talking figuratively; I’m talking plain and simple right out of the box literally.

I just has the extreme displeasure of seeing that asshole Rush mock Michael J. Fox (the video is on youtube if your interested in being repulsed, I refuse to paste it here, and I just couldn’t believe my eyes.

Rush, please die! An not a quickie convenient heart attack, I’m talking a slow, painful, horrible death.

Monday, October 23, 2006

Help Desk Humor (etc.)

I was perusing work orders in the help desk system and this one struck me, "Printer in admissions office is printing dirty things, please look at it." - - -Ya gotta love it.

I highly recommend the audiobook versions of all of David Sedaris' books. They are funny enough to read, but hearing him (with occasional assistance from his sister Amy) is just a laugh riot.

I can't seem to get a return call from my brother or sister-in-law, but I am getting rather cozy with their voice mail.

My thoughts and prayers are with the Rev. Susan Richmond, who is recovering from surgery. I love you Susan, come back soon.

I miss Jenn and Steve, Dr. Liz, the "Holiday Bunch", and a real day off.

Ya just gotta love this...

Hug someone that you love.

Saturday, October 21, 2006

Halloween Extravaganza

Just returned from Jill's upteenth annual halloween party and I must say it was as always, a blast. The creativity of the costumes was just incredible. There was an aquarium, an ice luge, spaghetti & meatballs, LJ and Bill dressed up as salt and a duracell battery respectively (get it? a salt & battery), Jill and Brian were Bacon & Eggs, there was a guy dressed as a box of tissues...

Hopefully LJ will send me copies of her photos, which I would share with you all here. Int he meantime, thanks for the invite Jill - it was f-u-n fun.

P.S. I forgot to mention LJ's meatballs. Fantastic as usual.

Friday, October 20, 2006

Tutorial Post: How to Line Up at Dunkin Donuts

My fellow patron of Dunkin Donuts, in particular, the one on Franklin Street in Framingham. I mean no disrespect to your culture or the planet in which you were born, however, now that we inhabit the earth together and grab our morning coffee at the same establishment, I think it's time someone taught you how to properly line up at the counter.

Since we clearly differ in levels of intelligence and perhaps languages spoken, I've prepared a diagram hoping that it would be an effective means of communication. The following diagram illustrates the proper and improper (the way you curently do it) methods and I hope that you will study the picture and practice at home before Monday.

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

The Eye Has It...

or, Why picking your nose is dangerous business.

This dude must've had a major whistler, what the hell was he thinking?

Tuesday, October 17, 2006

Milestone Meaning

So it seems that we've hit the 300 million mark in population and there are countless articles as to what this might mean for our future as a nation. I say, unless we're ready to take the fiction out of Soylent Green, fuck the speculation and lets get to the moronic comical and or miserable side of the story.

To the average American, there are currently 299,999,999 assholes sharing their coutry with them.

The potential exists for 600 million shoelaces to be untied all at the same time.

300 million people equals 6 billion digits (give or take a few fingers and/or toes).

If everyone of the 300 million populants were to contribute an equal share to resolve the national debt, each would need to contribute nearly $30,000!

If all 300 million people were only 1" tall and each were stacked atop each other, the human totem pole would reach a height of 4,734.85 miles.

If only 37% of the population ate an average of 146 strands of spaghetti per month, it would take about 29,979,910.71 pounds of spaghetti to feed them. If each of those strands of spaghetti were stretched out next to each other, it would span a distance of 2,129,255.02 miles.

I'll stop here admitting that I actually took the time to research this data - have at it.

With love and humor...Chris

Monday, October 16, 2006

Early Morning Wake Up Call

So I have the day off but I still am awake, showered, shaved, and dressed while typing this at 6:30 a.m. Am I off my rocker? Of course, but most of you know that already.

My wife is amidst an overnight shift and someone has to get the little one off to school! Plus, I plan on bringing my car into the shop for an oil change, and and inspection of the cooling system following the horror show in Canada a few months ago. I have that nervous cramp thing going on in my tummy fearing the worst; I hate the car at the dealership fear, but they sometimes find bad things and charge lots of cash. Hopefully my giant box of coffee will help as it usually does to ease the financial burden.

I bring the "guys" a "box of joe" (Dunkin Donuts boxes 10 cups of coffee) every time I bring my car in and thus far, it had never failed to save me money. Little gestures go a long way.

Off for now, perhaps I'll touch base again later on.

Saturday, October 14, 2006

Before It's Gone for Good...

this is an audio post - click to play

Cat Talk

Here are just a few things I think my cat would say to me if he could speak the English language for a day:
  1. Stop referring to me as "your little boy!" I am a friggin' cat and I sure as hell hope you never attempted to cross breed.
  2. Any chance I could get a piece of that steak - these vittles are getting old?
  3. Could we watch something a little less faggy on TV?
  4. Of course my breath smells like shit, I wipe my ass with my tongue.
  5. What did you think, cat's don't fart?
  6. Hey asshole, you might want to get the press here quick, you own a talking cat.

Wednesday, October 11, 2006

Sad, Just too Damn Sad

  • A photograph such as this one is sad unti itself.
  • The fact that the building is in New York City, considering the whole 9/11 history, adds scary to sadness.
  • While terrorism had nothing to do wit it, the images and memories an image such as this will conjure is very sad and painful.
  • The fact that people dies, including Yankee pitcher Cory Lidle, who was the pilot is sad.
  • I have no more words, only tears and prayers.

Monday, October 09, 2006

Encounters in the Blogosphere

Today I had the great pleasure in meeting the one and only Monkey Boy and his delightful wife. While technically I've met a number of bloggers that I've communicated with via the blogosphere, they were either friends or friends of friends that all come from the same area where I live.

Egan and his wife were in town for a wedding and they were kind enough to share some of their last day in Boston with me. It was a great pleasure putting a face to a name and the personality. And to meet a fellow blogger from thousands of miles away.

Egan and N-PO, it was great to meet and spend time with both of you. I apologize for missing the exit on the right on 93 but am am glad that we made it Logan in time. See ya next time.

Sunday, October 08, 2006

From Jane...

My dear friend Jane feels the following Jon Stewart segment should be made available "world wide." So, doing my part, I am posting it here instead for all my reader (lol :)):

Everybody in unison sing now..."Sweet Jane! Come on baby now! Sweet Jane! Oh-oh-a! Sweet Jane!"

I'd gladly be singing were I not laughing my ass off from this video.