Friday, November 30, 2007

It's Time to Go Back Home

During some short pockets of down time, I began thinking about all that I read about here in bloggerville. Every so often I click on blogroll links then keep doing so until I end up somewhere deep in the sea of bloggers only to discover there are so many common threads among us. Makes sense though since we are all human and have similar human interactions.

Anyway, I found myself doodling, which has nothing to do with drawing for me since I have no talent there. Doodling for me usually is putting words on a page and hopefully assembling them in some way that bears meaning. The net result is a poem called "It's Time to go Back Home".

It's Time to go Back Home

All is not right in my world
and I no longer can pretend
I've been hurting far too long
and I just need this pain to end

While I'm hanging on to hope
there's not enough to go around
I've taken one too many to the heart
and I just need some level ground

So if you ain't here to rescue me
then please just walk away
the years that I have lost
were just too high a price to pay

From here on it's on my own terms
there'll be no compromise
no more feeling sorry
no more battle cries

It's time to go back home
It's time to go back home

Thursday, November 29, 2007

White Square's Unfair

In honour of Airam's Nablomopomo success and the fact that I and others can't see the video there, I took the liberty (hopefully with Airam's blessing) of posting it here hoping that between the two blogs, at any time at least one will have it viewable.

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

Slithering Moose Cake with Apple Crunch

I have no business posting today. My brain is toast after grading 28 or so realy awful papers. I gave a super simple assignment that required minimal research and very basic writing techniques. The class average was a dismal 69.69%. Ultimately, it speaks volumes on the literacy problem in this country because if you read the assignment and simply respond accordingly, the grade should really be a mimimum of 85-90%.

Helio won Dancing with the Stars. Hours later he and his fiancee split. He better not be messing with that hottie Julianne.

My dear Heather is gone from ANTM. I rooted for her but she didn't make it easy.

Project Runway is about to end, my cue to start watching it. Update: "The crotch on the pant is insane!" Michael Kors referring to Carmen's outfit. What a brilliant line.

I got a nasty pimple on my neck, it's one that actually hurts. WTF, 43 and still pimples. Well, if you are only as old as you feel then I guess I am 14.

Bye Bye for now.

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

Facebook on the Brain

I've resisted Facebook for quite some time despite being a technology person and teacher. Well, finally this past weekend I set up my account and I hate to say that I'm kind of hooked. I still need to work on my profile which is somewhat compete but I have already gotten shellacked at a game of scrabulous by my pal Jenn.

I've been trying to find people that I haven't communicated with in ages but am having no luck so far. However, I have been having a swell time futzing around with the few folks I have touched base with in that venue.

I currently have a splitting headache and the dizzies, it's just been that kind of day I guess. Perhaps to much Facebook time - LOL!

Here's a geeky sentence: "My color printer seems to have decided to switch its IP address all on its own."

I like the phrase, "In a metaphorical sense."

I ate vegetable lasagna today, it was yummy.

I saw the following movies over the turkey day weekend: "Good Night and Good Luck" and "Little Miss Sunshine"; I loved them both.

Monday, November 26, 2007

Sunday, November 25, 2007

From the Photo Vault Again

This picture was from the year 2001 when my now sister-in-law, then, brother's girlfriend, attended the Broadway production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. Frank N' Furter is monstrous, you should have seen the heels that dude was wearing.

By the way, I haven't abandoned podcasting I just haven't had time to put things together. Maybe tonight one will happen, if not, next week for sure.

Saturday, November 24, 2007

SPRINGSTEEN ROCKS BOSTON! Part 3, the last part.


The Born in the U.S.A. album was represented by a with Bruce playing the acoustic guitar with a raw aggression punching up the studio version of Working on the Highway along with some yowls and hoots. Lyrically, I can't help but think it was an intentional lead into Devil's Arcade from the new CD as the lives of the characters seem to parallel in many ways. Devil's Arcade is not for the faint of heart. It's lyrical and vocal content require a specific audience response for the proper effect, that is quiet and attention. From what I've read, this was a bit trickier on last night but in this performance, it seemed that the audience was captured without distraction and effectively rewarded as the beginning notes of The Rising, from the CD of the same name, were played. The Rising is one of those songs that constantly builds on itself, even when I listen to this song on CD, I can feel that "Rising" in the music and the lyrics as they play off each other. I love this song and live, it is not only electrifying, but moving as well.


Bruce gave us two more from Magic at this point with Last to Die and Long Walk Home. When I first heard these songs in the CD I couldn't wait to see how they translate live. These are songs that really highlight the brilliance of this band as a unit and how each player contributes to the whole. There are certain songs that strike particular emotions that contribute to how they feel when you hear them. One of my favorite Springsteen songs that just tugs at something inside of me is No Surrender, absent in this performance but Last to Die seems to pull at those same emotions and Long Walk home was a good choice rhythmically to bring me back to the performance I was watching from the place I seem to go when I hear those songs.

The main set closed with Badlands, from Darkness on the Edge of Town, a classic track that had all 18,000+, including this fan, on their feet singing along with nearly as much passion as Bruce himself. There wasn't much time to breathe though because we all knew they weren't done yet; not with the show or the surprises. Us diehards are always browsing the set lists from previous performances on the tour and trying to predict what we might hear. Throughout the tour, the encore set has been fairly standard with some, but few surprises and nothing for sure that would have had any of us guessing what we were in store for except we knew for sure that Born to Run would be in there somewhere.

The first song was as predicted, considering it had been placed there for all but two shows on the tour, Girls in their Sumer Clothes from Magic. This song was made for the live show and we were all invited to sing the first chorus as Bruce held the microphone out to the audience while moving his hands in a conducting manner and mouthing the words for those who may not have known all of the words. I particularly love the bass vocal range hat finishes the chorus. As the song ended, much to our surprise and delight, the show officially went into overdrive with the tour premiere of Tenth Avenue Freeze-Out from Born to Run. Peter Wolf, in the audience the previous day, took the stage during this crowd pleaser to kernoodle with Patti Scialfa and Springsteen himself. Wolf a Boston native and local hero didn't add much to the performance but the crowd was happy to see him and he certainly didn't take anything away from the performance either. Quite frankly, the idea that we were hearing this song really just elevated the adrenalin levels and trust me, there was no way you would believe that every performer on the stage was a card carrying member of the AARP. Simply breathless and it wasn't about to stop as a tightened up jazzy, bluesy, Federici-fied version of Kitty's Back from the Wild, The Innocent, & The E-Street Shuffle continued to mesmerize the crowd. We all knew that this was going to be a great show and it's hard to consider a specific Springsteen show as "something special" but I think having seen him nine times, all special, I can say without hesitation, this show was truly something special.

The rest of the show, anyone of us diehards could have predicted if you told us there were only two songs left. And while predictable, they were nothing short of brilliant. The legendary Born to Run, from the album of the same name is not only a signature song, but proof of the love and passion Springsteen brings to his performances and his fans. Compare it say Sting, who has admitted to dreading singing Roxanne as it is painfully obvious to anyone who might take a moment to observe him during the performance, Springsteen performs Born to Run with the same intensity and perhaps even increased appreciation as if it were a song he wrote the day before and he were introducing it for the first time. The show closer was American Land from the "American Land" reissue edition of The Seeger Sessions CD. Lyrics were provided, karaoke style, on the big screens above the stage and the crown responded in kind. When it was all over, we weren't brought down, but lifted up to a place very few performers can take us. To see Bruce Springsteen live is beyond just any concert performance, it truly is a spiritually moving event and when the E-Street Band is along for the ride, there is just no limit to how high they can take you. The End.

Friday, November 23, 2007

SPRINGSTEEN ROCKS BOSTON! Part 2


Darkness was followed up with Candy's Room, also from the Darkness on the Edge of Town album and then She's the One from Born to Run. Both of these songs were highlights of the integrity of Springsteen's older works both as works of art and as treasures valued by those who love this artist. Moreover, both were a testament to the quality of musicianship of this seasoned touring band.

Living in the Future, from Magic came complete with brief but poignant political commentary and captured the crowd while setting them up for what was not just a surprise choice in tonight's set list, but the first of two tour premiers with This Hard Land, first presented on the Greatest Hits CD and then on the Tracks box set as an alternate version. Boldly replacing the far more familiar The Promised Land yet with no hesitation nor disappointment, this number really took shape, especially following Living in the Future, in embellishing the political perspective without force feeding yet entertaining brilliantly.

Reflecting on his older material and perhaps in an effort to showcase original E-Streeter Danny Federici, we were treated to two consecutive gems from The Wild, The Innocent, & The E-Street Shuffle. 4th of July, Asbury Park (Sandy) and The E Street Shuffle had the crowd exhilarated and perhaps even grateful in hindsight that we all ended up with tickets for the second night show. By this point in the show, these performances also served as a testament to how good songs stand the test of time and remain relevant regardless of age; not unlike Springsteen himself.

to be continued.

Thursday, November 22, 2007

Happy Thanksgiving

To my family here in Bloggerville, Have a Happy Thanksgiving. I am grateful to all of you for this wonderful community.

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

SPRINGSTEEN ROCKS BOSTON! Part 1

I'm crazy busy prepping for turkey day but I didn't wanna leave y'all in the lurch without a taste of what I experienced at the Springsteen concert last eveing. So, here is the first installment with more to come:

The lights went out, the crown began to roar. Some crazy things floated up at the back of the stage making carnival like music. The crowd roared louder. The carnival like sounds stopped and that unmistakable gravelly voice yelled through the darkness, “Hey Boston, is there anybody alive out there?” the crowd roared yet louder, so much so that the seats were shaking. One more time, “Hey Boston, is there anybody alive out there?” then the chords began and the crowd erupted; as did the band as they opened the show with the first single off the new CD “Radio Nowhere”.

A quick guitar change, chords still ringing through the arena, the band followed up with “Night” from Born to Run and then “Lonesome Day” from The Rising. Finally Bruce speaks to us but very briefly. “Thank you Boston, thank you for coming out tonight.” I seemed as through the brief pause had the intent of allowing us to process the true magic that began to unfold and would thrill all 18,000+ as the night progressed. One of the things I think makes Springsteen so relevant and entertaining is he is still hungry after all these years, he really loves doing this.

Gypsy Biker” from followed by the title track from the new CD “Magic”, a song “not so much about magic, but tricks” Springsteen exclaimed after a short synopsis about the song and its inspiration. With this, the tone was reset as the crowd response was nothing short of mesmerized as we all watched these brand new songs come to life on the concert stage.

Reason to Believe” from the solo acoustic effort Nebraska was next but delivered with fuzz box intensity and an arrangement reminiscent of Norman Greenbaum’s “Spirit in the Sky”. As a long time diehard fan of Springsteen, I get especially excited hearing rearrangements of his songs and have yet to be disappointed. This particular arrangement had me literally at the edge of my seat and as the song ended and led into “Darkness on the Edge of Town”, from of course the album of the same name, I can’t even begin to describe (though I’ll continue to try) nor quantify the joy (to borrow an expression from John Stewart’s Madison Square Garden review) I was feeling as was that of the crowd, obvious by their reaction.

to be continued.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Concert Going 102

Well, there's much to be said about the amazing show and I have decided to do that in a separate post because I don't want the negative vibes to cloud the genius of Bruce Springsteen & The E-Street Band. Therefore, I will vent here in this post and give the greatest Rock and Roll band in history its proper due later in another post.

Before I continue the ranting, I should refer you to a post of several weeks back entitled Concert Going 101 - this shall be a good primer for the rest of this post. Are you back? Okay...

There were 18,000+ in attendance at the show last night and only 5 complete assholes. Unfortunately, all 5 were directly in front of us and I hate each of them fuckers. What the fuck is the point in spending $110 for a concert ticket if you are only there to drink $7 glasses of urine (they serve that godawful Coors there)? I mean, you wanna go out drinking, these are kids who are doing shit I did at that age so I can't be too critical but if your paying primo bucks to see a show, pay attention to the fucking show and don't deter anyone else from doing so.

These little shits were rude, loud, obnoxious, texting, and drunk. By the way, to the pencil-necked dick wad in front of me, YES, I was the one who poured water on your seat and put a gum wrapper in your beer - go fuck yourself for messing with me and my good times. And to your Lance Bass looking buddy, nice fucking hand dance (thanks to Nancy for spotting that). I only hope those two young girls you both coaxed into spending time with you got home safely and realize what pricks you all were. I also hope that you got home safely as well. Even though I hate you, it would only be that much worse if someone other than us had to be annoyed or hurt by your uselessness.

One more gripe related to Concert Going and this is not about the public but whomever is responsible for the show starting time. I paid $110 for a seat to a show that stated a 7:30pm show time. I hauled ass through sucky traffic and paid $25 dollars to park my fucking car so that I could be in my seat ready to enjoy the show that I paid $110 to see start at 7:30. Why the fuck did I have to wait until 8:20? The very least you owe me is an explanation that makes sense.

Okay, I'm done, all the shizz is behind me. See ya later with the good stuff.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

On Bagpipes, House Cleaning, Probably No Podcast tonight and a New Feature

Bagpipes. Today at church, we celebrated both the day of our patron Saint, Andrew, and the 50th anniversary of worship in our building. Along with lots of festivities and food, there was a dude all Scotched out, kilt and all, playing bagpipes. Darn impressive up close.

House Cleaning. In preparation for the arrival of my brother and sister-in-law, I've been working on getting the house cleaned up. Yesterday I did all of the windows, inside and out and today I have thus far been working on the kitchen. Currently I am taking a break from cleaning the grout which has gotten grubby.

Probably no Podcast Tonight. While pre-production work has begun, with the amount of cleaning to be done, I it's not likely I will get to the podcast this evening.

A New Feature. Over on the sidebar, just below the "More of Me" section, there is a new feature called the "Project Runway Tracker". Over the weeks, this will be your guide to who has been eliminated and who remains in the competition. Or, as Heidi Klum puts it, who is still in, and who is out.

In the meantime, take a deep breath and do something mice for yourself, you deserve it. With love...

Clowning Around

The photo below is evidence that one can improve with age. The guy on the right is Larry Harmon, the creator and original portrayer of the character "Bozo the Clown". The long haired, giant tinted freaky glasses wearing, over sized earing, and something of a snaggle tooth grooving guy on the left - GULP - yes, it's me.

For those who talk down to the fashions and styles of the seventies, folks, I am living proof that the 80's were not good times in that area either cause trust me, I was not the only one to look that freaky. Thing is, none of us had any clue that we were looking so darn freaky, obviously.

This is what happens at half past midnight, I start whipping out the nostalgia items. Alright already, heres the fugly, I mean photo:


Friday, November 16, 2007

Turkey’s and a Bitch


For the first time in quite a few years I'll be spending Thanksgiving with a member of my immediate family. My brother and his wife are coming into Massachusetts for a few days. The funny thing is that they can't travel a lot because they are so tied down to their dogs and their usual kennel had no opening for boarding. Turns out, there's a boarding place a few block up the road from me so the dogs are taking the long road trip up from Staten Island, NY as well.

I just placed my food order because I have vowed never to cook a Turkey again. I see no point in it. Turkey is friggin' boring and just not worth any more effort than picking up a precooked Turkey and just tossing it in the oven for a heating.

In the meantime, I need to get cracking and clean the messy house and get a room ready for them to sleep in. I purchased new filters for the humidifiers yesterday – I just typed that and realized afterward how pathetic that sentence is.

FUCK!!!! I used this word in some form three previous times and removed it because I've been overusing it (subconsciously to impress Airam) but now I must. Some bloated nursing student with an attitude she hasn't got the right to have just returned my tape dispenser to my desk. She never asked if she could use it, she just took the fucker when I wasn't here as if it's perfectly okay to take shit off someone's desk. I hope the bitch flunks out of nursing school and has to wipe asses for the rest of her miserable life. There, I am much better now.

Peace.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

Make It Work



Finally, Project Runway has returned to the airwaves with season four. And a new cast of eclectic and eccentric designers, the familiar cast of judges, and my favorite TV personality, Tim Gunn. It may seem strange to some that a reality show where the main characters are clothing designers could be interesting but in my opinion, clothing designers are part artists, part salespeople, part entrepreneur, etc. This unique mix of ego and expression of inner-self is often a fascinating study in a single individual. However, take 15 of them, throw them in close quarters and have them pit them against one another and you have a whole new ballgame. Then throw in the show personalities such as Tim Gunn, hands down the classiest guy to work on television in years. Hedi Klum, the "host" and head judge offers a European flair while Michael Kors and Nina Garcia offer their perspectives as industry insiders. One of the cool things about a cast of designers is that it's rarely formulaic, which is one of the very few criticisms I have with the casts of Survivor fifteen seasons in. What I like most about Project Runway is that the creativity provides the flavor of the show while the personality and the clashes typical of competition based reality television are the filler. Check it out.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Let's Get Physical

Monday holidays often throw off the beginning of my week but I am always grateful on Friday when I realize it's Friday already.

I have my annual physical scheduled for tomorrow. Of course it's been more like two plus years since my last one but I've been to the doctor enough times since to not feel so guilty.

I never enjoy the idea of paying money to another man to grab my nuts and occasionally probe in other places that quite frankly, I just don't enjoy being probed. Then of course there's the blood work. I don't have any problem with the needles or anything, it's just I hate the idea of fasting for 12 hours.

Also, I always seem to be in my unhealthy phase when it's time to see the doctor. I'll go for some period of time where I am eating pretty well and exercising regularly. And then I go for a period of eating just about everything that isn't chained down and the only exercise I get is the actual act of eating it, this is usually when I have my physical.

I'll weigh in between 175-185 during my healthy days and between 195-205 during my who gives a flying fuck days. I seem to have had an extended period in the not giving a flying fuck days so I guess part of the process is coming to grips with the idea that I need to batten down the hatches, or the refrigerator at the very least.

Sunday, November 11, 2007

Podcast: Tonight's the Night

I hope you all enjoy this week's podcast, I made it for you and me. In timew, I will get the sound quality better. I am getting new software this week and in time will get a new microphone and I may either get a professional mixer and/or a multi-track recording system. I'm a freak about this stuff.

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Laughs Courtesy of Johnny D

UPDATE 11/12/2007
The amazing Armalicious informed me of the orginal source of the JC Penney post/eMail. I am now linked in to his terrific blog called 15 Minute Lunch and his original version of the post can be found here.


I confess, I've been holding out. My buddy Johnny sent me an email the other day that just had me laughing so hard, along with many of my colleagues. I haven't shared it hear because I knew it would take time to convert it to a post but I finally have the time and thought I'd finally let you all in on some funny stuff.

The original author is a mystery but the laughs are plentiful. Enjoy...


Last weekend I put an exhaust fan in the ceiling for my wife's grandfather. While my wife's brother and I were fitting the fan in between the joists, we found something under the insulation. What we found was this:


A JC Penney catalog from 1977. It's not often blog fodder just falls in my lap, but holy hell this was two solid inches of it, right there for the taking. I thumbed through it quickly and found my next dining room set, which is apparently made by adding upholstery to old barrels:

Also, I am totally getting this for my bathroom:

There's plenty more home furnishings where those came from, however I'm not going to bore you with that. Instead, I'm going to bore you with something else. The clothes.

The clothes are fantastic.

Here's how to get your ass kicked in elementary school:

Just look at that belt. It's like a boob-job for your pants. He probably needed help just to lift it into place. The belt loops have to be three inches long. And way to pull them up to your armpits, grandpa.

Here's how to get your ass kicked in high school:

This kid looks like he's pretending to be David Soul, who is pretending to be a cop who is pretending to be a pimp that everyone knows is really an undercover cop. Who is pretending to be 15.

Here's how to get your ass kicked on the golf course:

This "all purpose jumpsuit" is, according to the description, equally appropriate for playing golf or simply relaxing around the house. Personally, I can't see wearing this unless you happen to be relaxing around your cell in D-block. Even then, the only reason you should put this thing on is because the warden made you, and as a one-piece, it's slightly more effective as a deterrent against ass-rapery.

Here's how to get your ass kicked pretty much anywhere:

If you look at that picture quickly, it looks like Mr. Bob "No-pants" Saget has his hand in the other guy's pocket. In this case, he doesn't, although you can tell just by looking at them that it's happened - or if it hasn't happened it will. Oh yes. It will. As soon as he puts down his matching coffee cup.

Here's how to get your ass kicked at the beach:

He looks like he's reaching for a gun, but you know it's probably just a bottle of suntan lotion in a holster.

How to get your ass kicked in a meeting:

If you wear this suit and don't sell used cars for a living, I believe you can be fined and face serious repercussions, up to and including termination. Or imprisonment, in which case you'd be forced to wear that orange jumpsuit.

How to get your ass kicked on every day up to and including St. Patrick's Day:

Dear god in heaven, I don't believe that color exists in nature. There is NO excuse for wearing either of these ensembles unless you're working as a body guard for the Lucky Charms leprechaun.

In this next one, Your Search For VALUE Ends at Penneys.

As does your search for chest hair.

And this -- Seriously. No words.

Oh wait, it turns out that there are words after all. Those words are What. The. F*ck. I'm guessing the snap front gives you quick access to the chest hair. The little tie must be the pull tab.

Also, judging by the sheer amount of matching his/hers outfits, I'm guessing that in 1977 it was considered pretty stylish for couples to dress alike. These couples look happy, don't they?


I am especially fond of this one, which I have entitled "Cowboy Chachi Loves You Best."

And nothing showcases your everlasting love more than the commitment of matching bathing suits. That, and a blonde girl with a look on her face that says "I love the way your junk fights against that fabric."

Then, after the lovin', you can relax in your one-piece matching terry cloth jumpsuits:

I could go on, but I'm tired, and my eyes hurt from this trip back in time. I think it's the colors. That said, I will leave you with these tasteful little numbers:


Man, that's sexy.

Couple Days Off

It's been a couple of days since I've posted here, a couple days off - unintentionally. While I've found pockets of time throughout the day to read and comment on some of your posts out there, by the time I've gotten home from work the past two days, the fatigue monster has been rearing his ugly head preventing me from any productivity.

Thursday was particularly brutal not only because it's my long day (I teach a class from 6-9 after my regular work day), but because this particular class is a particularly challenging group. One of the challenges is to teach to a variety of learning styles, a variety of ages (from 20 something to 60 something), and dealing with the people who are really there to learn and those who show up really not wanting to be there. This group has been particularly difficult to work with and 11 weeks or so into the semester, its draining at this point.

On top of all this, I think the fact that I've been eating poorly, very poorly in fact since Halloween with all the fucking candy that's been around, and I haven't even thought about exercise in months - I am fairly certain it's all catching up to me. To boot, I've got two darling little zits on my left cheek and let me tell you, it's fucking depressing to have a zit when you are in your 40's - it's like shit, I'm in my fucking 40's, can't I at least leave this tragic teenage right of passage behind me?

I went to bed at 9:30 last night, got me about 11 solid hours and I feel rested, which is good. I had yogurt and granola for breakfast, that's good. We'll see if I can get my ass out walkin' or on the treadmill for a but later on....one step at a time.

UPDATE:
I saw this picture on another blog and I had to share it cause it's so fuckin funny!

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

More Humpday Rumblings

My dear friend Jane has responded to the BrookeMeme via email with a set of her own answers. She doesn't have a blog, though she should because she has a great wit (Jane, you and Johnny should team up on a blog) - anyway, thanks Jane, I enjoyed reading your responses. I'd happily share them here should you wish to make them public record (LOL).

I just finished watching America's Next Top Model. I was sad when Victoria was sent packing but I am a fan of Heather and am glad that she's still fiercing it up.

Has anyone had a chance to hear this yet?

Only 12 more days until Springsteen. I've been following along the tour and the set lists over at his web site and it just keeps getting me more psyched.

While at lunch today, I saw someone that looked alot like someone I knew a long time ago and it inspired me to write a short story. Of course I haven't but would like to. Time will tell.

Enough for now...sleep well my friends.

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

BrookeMeme


I swiped this meme from Brookem and present it to all of you here today.

1. What is your occupation? Computer Specialist/Teacher

2. What color are your socks right now? No socks at the moment though earlier I had some black ones on.

3. What are you listening to right now? The newest Springsteen CD, over and over. I listened to the latest Fountains of Wayne CD yesterday and previewed the new Eagles CD online.

4. What was the last thing that you ate? Salmon over wilted Spinach and a Baked Potato (I can cook).

5. Can you drive a stick shift? No; unless driving to you means stalling every 8 to 14 seconds.

6. Last person you spoke to on the phone? My brother.

7. Do you like the person who sent this meme to you? Very much so.

8. How old are you today? 30 days shy of 43.

9. Favorite drink? A good beer, a top shelf Margarita on the rocks and a nice Bailey's on the rocks.

10. What is your favorite sport to watch? Baseball and (American) Football.

11. Have you ever dyed your hair? no.

12. Pets? My cat Oliver.

13. Favorite food? Ultimately, Pizza – but make no mistake about it, if it's edible, I like it.

14. What was the last movie you watched? "Red Eye" with Rachel McAdams.

15. What's your favorite day of the week? Friday.

16. How do you vent anger? Sometimes I scream, some loud cursing, and every once in a while – I walk fast and breath in as controlled a manner as possible.

17. What was your favorite toy as a child? I've always been a board games guy – Monopoly easily wins in terms of the number of storied games. I also really loved Lego.

18. What is your favorite season? Fall for the foliage and expressiveness. When we actually have a Spring season in New England, I am rather fond of that season.

19. Hugs or kisses? I love a good hug.

20. Cherries or Blueberries? Loose, cherries. In pie, blueberries.

21. Do you want your friends to try this meme? I want a Godiva truffle more but I would happily read anyone else's responses to this memery.

22. Who is most likely to respond? If I were to send it intentionally to people and request they do it, and considering Brookem already has, my guess is that Armalicious and Airam would be fairly easy to convince..

23. Who is least likely to respond? Depends on the pool of who's who. Using my Blogs I frequent list as a guide and then narrow it to people I have some relationship with I would say Sprizee.

24. Living arrangements? I co-own a home with the bank who holds my mortgage.

25. When was the last time you cried? Yesterday.

26. What is on the floor of your closet? Many closets, lots of things.

27. Who is the friend you have known the longest that you are sending this to? I won't be sending this to anyone, just posting it here.

28. What did you do last night? Watched TV and passed out hard on the couch.

29. Favorite smell? "I love the smell of napalm in the morning." Sorry, I couldn't resist. I love the smell of wood burning and even more so when I smell it while hearing the sound of fall leaves crackling under foot.

30. What inspires you? A genuine positive attitude.

31. What are you afraid of? I am something of a hypochondriac.

32. Plain, cheese or spicy hamburgers? Plain or cheese.

33. Favorite dog breed? Golden Retriever, Standard Poodle (the big kind), and a Bull Mastiff.

34. How many states have you lived in? Two.

35. Favorite holiday? Thanksgiving.

Monday, November 05, 2007

Podcast: Another Cup of Coffee

Well, the host site decided that in order to upload podcasts, the audio files had to be at a very specific bit rate and sample rate. I don't have a problem with that but I am pretty upset that there was no memo, email, notice, nothing! Except of course error message after error message and thankfully, a forum full of frustrated users. Hey, I can't really complain considering the hosting is free.

Like I said last night, I happen to really like this podcast and I hope you all do as well...enjoy!

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Sunday, November 04, 2007

Bastiches

I spent over an hour producing a new podcast (which runs for about 10 minutes) but the Podcast service is having a problem uploading it. I guess there's some issues on their end so until I can upload it, all I have is this moment to tell you all how pissed I am at them.

On the positive side, I am really proud of the podcast I put together and I think you're going to enjoy it. So, until I can present it to you...hugs and kisses to all of you.

Saturday, November 03, 2007

A Funk in Bloggerville

Perhaps the stormy weather has me in something of a melancholy funk. It seems that something in bloggerville just isn't right of late. I can feel something tugging inside telling me that there are people that I care about not feeling good. I know of some instances where this is true because I have spoken to some of you but in general, the funk is a stewing about.

So, let this be an open letter to all of you who read - if in any way I can be there for you - someone to listen, to scream at, to toss (unheavy and unsharp) things at...I am here. Shoot me an email (fromawhispertoascream@gmail.com) and tell me how, when or where I can help.

Friday, November 02, 2007

The Eyes are the Groin of the Head

I had a chance this evening to watch The Office from this past Thursday and the title of this post was a line that Dwight said that made me laugh so hard that I paused it until I regained my composure, then replayed it, then had to pause again to re-regain my composure before watching the balance of the episode.

Why is it that so many of the contestants on Deal or No Deal are so darn greedy? I mean, it would seem to be logical that the reason you go on a game show is to win something. So why is it that so many of these bone heads get a nice hefty 6 figure cash offer and turn it down? I must say that I absolutely love when they decide to take "just one more case" and the million shows up shattering their dreams of a big payout because of greed. You would think that future contestants would learn a lesson, but no. It does make for good TV though.

Tomorrow we are supposed to get residual effects from a nasty weather system - torrential rains and 50+ mile an hour winds. Yay!

Thursday, November 01, 2007

Play With My Dog


This is super cute and a bit 'o fun (Thanks to Nancy for providing the link).

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Worry not, this isn't dirty.

Sugar Shock & The Terribles


I ate my first piece of chocolate today before 9:00am and I've maintained a steady intake ever since. Damn colleagues bringing in Halloween leftovers for us mere mortals who weaken at the sight of all things chocolate. I have to teach a class tonight from 6pm-9pm and after lots of sweets, I tend to drift away…I'm headed for trouble!

"Sugar Shock & The Terribles" would make a good name for a band.

Here's a cute jokey email I received today: "Little Melissa comes home from first grade and tells her father that they learned about the history of Valentine's Day.  'Since Valentine's Day is for a Christian saint and we're Jewish,' she asks, 'Will God get mad at me for giving someone a valentine?'  Melissa's father thinks a bit, and says, 'No, I don't think God would get mad. Who do you want to give a Valentine to?' 'Osama Bin Laden,' she says. 'Why Osama Bin Laden,' her father asks in shock. Well,' she says, 'I thought that if a little American Jewish girl could have enough love to give Osama a Valentine, he might start to think that maybe we're not all bad, and maybe start loving people a little bit. And if other kids saw what I did and sent Valentines to Osama, he'd love everyone a lot. And then he'd start going all over the place to tell everyone how much he loved them and how he didn't hate anyone anymore.'  Her father's heart swells and he looks at his daughter with newfound pride. 'Melissa, that's the most wonderful thing I've ever heard.' I know,' Melissa says, 'and once that gets him out in the open, the Marines could shoot the bastard.'"

I've been a bit uninspired lately. I am hoping that will turn around.

I haven't worked 2 days in a row in weeks because I've been using up some overstock of vacation time. I've actually been cranky all day since I have to work tomorrow and my next off day is Veteran's Day (observed on Monday 11/12). Then of course I have my first "physical" in several years (I'm bad with that) on the 14th.