Well, thank you for the inspiration. Tonight's jam for the treadmill must be this:

dominate the cheese

Here in the northeast U.S., dilettante runners such as your humble correspondent are suffering in treadmill hell. Too wet/cold/crappy to run outdoors, but the treadmill is as boring as dammit. We need to shake up the playlist a bit. Anyone care to nominate a guilty pleasure from your personal playlist? Apart from the…

Years ago, I had an exceptionally low opinion of the average intelligence of the American public. In recent years, though, social media and other outlets have given a public voice to almost everyone. And, inevitably, I realize that my previous opinion was way too generous.

Many years ago there was a news story in the U.K., which I prayed was true, about the three women who were suing their tattoo artist. Apparently they were all biker gals, and decided to get "Daughters of Satan" tattooed on the back shoulder. The artiste left out a letter, and all three ended up being "Daughters of…

A real Life Highlight(tm) occurred at the gym today, when the older fat guy on the treadmill next to me got a little too distracted at the cuties walking past, mis-stepped, and did a face plant on his conveyor belt. Meanwhile, this was playing on my headphones, which was faceplant material enough for me when I was 18:

Interesting note: the Grammys were named after the old gramophone. Probably should have been named after the more modern phonograph.

Dutiful uncle went to the high school jazz recital where the following was played, at a tempo reminiscent of Kilauea lava in the midst of a siesta halfway down the mountain. Whereas pyroclastic flow is more what was yearned for. That, and a higher percentage of correct notes. Anyway, here:

Not to mention this, as well:

My vote is for Popovic. Somewhat excusable are the own goals which occur when the defender at least had an idea and/or was trying to clear. No idea what Mr. T. was up to.

watch Michael Bolton sing

Last night we dragged out the pipes; tonight we put them away, because it doesn't get any better than this:

Well done to you sir, for the Ronettes reminder! That's going straight to my playlist.

Yo, good kid! Look - those are your parents in the second row!

Ha! Brilliant! But for a whole case you'll need as much as twenty dollars.

Broke out the pipes today for the first time in years (much to the dismay of Mrs. Feet and the cats), and was reminded of my first introduction to real trad music.

Appropos of nothing, I heated last night's stewed cabbage in the office microwave. My colleague hit me in the face with a rubber baseball.

I'm not disparaging anyone's taste in wine. I merely wonder that anyone would pay good money for the stuff when the recipe is already in the public domain. As follows:
1. Procure 5 gallons of Smucker's grape jam.
2. Heat jam in a large pot over medium, stirring frequently, until melted.
3. Strain the melted jam,…

The other night, some people came over for dinner and I suspected that this would mark the end of the dry month. However, they brought the one thing guaranteed to assure a teetotal evening: a bottle of Rex Goliath.

"my best friend's mom makes $75 /hour on the laptop ."