OK, enough silliness...time to go back to normal posting.

Run for the hills everybody, sound the alarms...it's Terror Alert:

Wow..my 6 year-old has a new favorite hero.

Is there really any excuse for restaraunts to still give their public the option of liver and onions as a menu item?

I didn't think so.

Duh-nuh-nuh-nuh-nuh-na, they say it's yer birthday...

A happy 2-8 to my main mofo, Dave Brown. Dude we're getting old.

BTW, Dave's got his own blog called (quite aptly if you know Dave) "I Just Want to Rant and Voice my Opinions". Oh yes, Dave's all about the ranting ;-)

Dave is the one who is responsible for singlehandedly corrupting my musical tastes. He introduced me to Dylan, the Stones, Hendrix, Van Morrison, and Zepplin as well as contemporary artists like David Gray and Elliot Smith back when I thought that the alternative top 40 was all I needed.

Dave is also the only man whom I have ever dressed in drag with...um, it was only for a joke at church....ok I'll stop now.

A very, merry birthday old friend!

Now we're talkin'

Am I the only one who misses the metal trays that TV dinners used to come in.

I mean, what's up with the whole idea of plastic trays anyway?

A piece of advice. If you are applying for a job and the interviewer asks for an e-mail address, do not give them an address that has the following words/characters:

"Darth (your name)"
"jedi"
"420"
"smokah"
"hobbitlover"
"princess"
"beerbong"

Trust me, your chances of securing gainful employment will increase by miles.

Fer all my single friends...I'm not namin' names though ;-)

Pitchers and catchers report in six days!

For the first time I did not walk my six-year old to class today. I walked with him to the end of the parking lot and then let him walk the rest of the way to his classroom.

Every 30 seconds or so he would stop, look back and wave. Just before he disappeared into the school building I heard him shout, "I love you Daddy".

I couldn't bear it, I tore through the parking lot, jogged down the hall and looked through the window of the door of his room. There he was with the other kids happily singing his hymn for the week. Not wanting to disturb the class, I walked away, kicking myself.

I then swore to myself not to let spare moments like that pass...sadly it wasn't the first time I had to promise myself such things...

Y’know as sickened as I am with the incessant beating of the wardrums by the neo-cons, I am absolutely repulsed by the blatant hypocrisy and politicking of the Democrats. When Clinton launched several hundred cruise missiles into Iraq in 1998 where were the cries of outrage by the Kennedys and Daschles of the world? Where were the appeals to seek U.N. approval then?

The souls of thousands of our troops not to mention the Iraqis (who yes contrary to popular belief do have eternal souls) are nothing more than pawns for good ol' fashioned filibustering from both sides of the political camps.

Nothing says marital love more than a Reese's peanut butter heart in your lunchbox.

I look like a gay raccoon.

I have silver dust lined around my eyelids and eyebrows. Kind co-workers paying a visit to my “cube (cubicle) of wonders and brandishing me with the moniker “Mr. Roboto” indirectly pointed this out to me. It was left to me to discover just what was going on of course. I discovered this to my horror in the men’s washroom (not a place to make such a discovery mind you).

Over my esteemed career at my company, I’ve made many important discoveries in the men’s room, the most important being don’t eat melting ice cream while sitting inside a stall, but I digress.

Anyway, it looks like a tainted valentine is the culprit for my shiny face. One of my co-workers was leaving so she passed out her valentines early to my group. My valentine was in the shape of a small CD player, when unfolded revealed a silver CD that I had to scratch off for a special message.

At this point most of my co-workers had the good sense and good taste to round file it, but I, lacking both, began to search for a coin to reveal the hidden message. Finding none, I proceeded to furiously have a go at it with my fingernail. Two minutes proceeded before I realized that not only had I not uncovered the missive (I did see a faint outline of a corny looking cartoon dog however) but that my desk was covered in silver powder.

So I ditched the valentine and proceeded to wipe off my desk sans cloth, leaving a nice thick film of the devil’s powder on my hands (unbeknownst to me of course). I go to wipe off my glasses and rub my eyes and forehead and next thing you know, BAM, I look like Destro.

Um, I have no real way of ending this post so…‘Cheers’

I've been listening to the "About A Boy" soundtrack by Badly Drawn Boy a lot lately. Ever since I saw the movie a couple of weeks ago I've been walking around humming the songs. My bud Dave finally bought the CD and let me borrow it...wow, great stuff. I particularly like the songs "Something to Talk About" and "Above You, Below Me". I'm seriously considering buying Hour of Bewilderbeast now though I hear that his follow up album isn't as good.

His sound is kinda soft folk-pop backed up by strings. I've heard he compares well to Elliot Smith and Belle and Sebastian, two artists I haven't had the pleasure of listening to yet.