Book Review

"How Opal Mehta Got Kissed, Got Wild, and Got a Life," is okay at best. But, to be fair, I did not like “Sloppy Firsts,” or, the decidedly worse, “Second Helpings.” The titles of the latter two volumes implied a titillating narrative that they simply did not deliver.

Happy Birthday Mom

Today is my mother’s birthday. She doesn’t read blogs. She never liked them, even as a kid. She didn’t even read Roosevelt’s Fireside Blog.

I wonder if people will start naming their sons Judas now that he’s a good guy.
"Judas! Let go of your sister's ponytail!"
"Judas! Time for dinner!"
"Now Judas, no one likes a tattle tail."
Just trying it on for size.

Coffee

I’ve lived in Milwaukee for, what? 10 years? 15 years? 8 months?, and the coffee still sucks. I find that in order to make the coffee in Milwaukee palatable I have to put twice as much sugar in it. If my teeth rot I will blame Wisconsin.
What do you think of the idea of a tattoo of Wisconsin? Maybe under the map it will say, “Wisconsin, where the winters are bitter and so is the coffee.”

Do you know what the worst thing a public radio station can do?
Play music.

New Car

Ever since Luke bought a BMW, we have noticed a lot more idiots on the road.

Money Saving Plan

In anticipation of higher gas prices, I decided to buy my gas now. I bought 250 gallons. That should get me through the summer. I’ll feel pretty good knowing I only spent $2.89.9 instead of $3.15.9 or what ever the summer price ends up being.

Not MySpace anymore

I quit MySpace. I admit to feeling bad for the people who asked me to be their friend - both of them, but the feeling of deleting my account was so much better than the feeling of opening a MySpace account.
When I logged on to MySpace today I promised MySelf that if my browser, Firefox, froze while attempting to log in, I would keep logging in until I succeeded so I could cancel my account. Firefox froze, twice.
While I write this there is a story on the radio about how MySpace is a haven for child molesters. Whew. I got out just in time.
Also, I tried to create a link to MySpace but when I opened MySpace my browsers froze and I lost this post and had to re-write it.

Whooping Cranes

Luke emailed this story about Whooping Cranes in Chicago, which reminded me that on my way home from work a Golden-crowned kinglet fluttered in front of me like a butterfly and then landed a couple feet from me on the sidewalk.
P.S. None of the bird photos are by me unless they are really bad.

Beggerman

When someone approaches and says, “Excuse me, can I ask you something?” And then says, loudly, “I am not a Bum, or a derelict, or a panhandler,” you know that the next thing they are going to do is ask for money, which, by definition, makes the person at least one of the above. Yesterday a man of about 60 approached me at the Lake Forest Oasis on my way to my car. He had a pretty long story about the car braking down and him having money for the towing and his buddy – who waved at me from the driver’s seat of the car – having had the money for the repair. Now they needed money for gas. It seemed only right that I should pay my share so I gave him money but I did consider asking for a receipt because, as a charitable contribution, it is deductible.

If you are a panhandler find me. I cannot say no. I do not like giving money away, but I usually do it to get away from the situation as fast as possible.

Two More Newly Discovered

Species. Someone should do a study to make sure extinction is keeping up with the rate of new species discoveries before we run out of room. I just checked. We’ll be okay. Extinction is way ahead.

Happy Birthday Laurie

I spent a long time on this cake. But I accidentally put 1/4 cup of salt instead of a 1/4 teaspoon so it does not taste good.

President

Saddam Hussein is hilarious. Eminem too.

Tomorrow morning at

1:02:03 on 04/05 /06 I plan to look at my digital watch. Or just keep sleeping. One or the other.