So, I’ve thought about it and I’ve decided to move the blog.

I’m going to spend the next couple of days working on it.

I’ll post up here one last time when the new one is ready.

And, truly, thanks so much for reading.

April 18th, 2012


gaucho [gou-choh; Sp. gou-chaw] n. a native cowboy of the South American pampas, usually of mixed Spanish and Indian ancestry


Samuel P. Huntington (1927), James Woods (1947), Rick Moranis (1953), Eric Roberts (1956), Eric McCormack (1963), Conan O’Brien (1963), Maria Bello (1967)


I’ve been thinking a lot about this old blog of mine and trying to figure out why I’ve been unmotivated to update as much as I have in the past.

And then I revisited my first blog, the one I used to do on and it struck me that I actually liked doing that one more in a few ways.

One, there wasn’t a stringent format. It consisted of random posts. When something entered my mind, I wrote about it instead of filing it away for an eventual post on this site.

Two, it was more multimedia friendly. Pictures and videos were much easier to include in posts. And, let’s face it, that’s much more fun anyway.

Third, the analytics were extensive. For those of you who don’t work on the web or blog, that doesn’t mean much of anything but, trust me, it’s important.

So now I’m in the middle of plotting my next move. I’m gonna think on it this week. I’ll let you know what I decide.

Thanks for reading.


Don’t worry about growing older or pleasing others. Please yourself. ↔ David Brown


I’ve been listening to the latest album from The Shins, Port Of Morrow. So far, I’m digging on “No Way Down.”


→ I couldn’t be happier about hockey right now. The Flyers are absolutely embarrassing the Pittsburgh Penguins. The only way I could be happier is if I actually got to watch one of these games in person. And that’ll be happening tonight. CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!?!?

→ Speaking of the phrase, “CAN YOU DIG IT?!?!?!?,” those of you who also follow me on Facebook might be wondering why I use it at the end of my status updates regarding the Flyers. Well, it’s an homage to my best friend, the late Harvey Forsyth. So now you know.

→ I saw Moneyball over the weekend and I liked it a lot. You should check it out.

April 12th, 2012


pedantic [puhdan-tik] adj. 1. ostentatious in one’s learning 2. overly concerned with with minute details or formalisms, especially in teaching


Beverly Cleary (1916 and still alive!), Tiny Tim (1932), Herbie Hancock (1940), Ed O’Neill (1946), Tom Clancy (1947), David Letterman (1947), David Cassidy (1950), Jon Krakauer (1954), Andy Garcia (1956), Shannen Doherty (1971), Claire Danes (1979)


I would love to offer up something amazingly poignant today but I simply don’t have it in me after the Philadelphia Flyers came back from an early 3-0 deficit to beat the Pittsburgh Penguins 4-3 in overtime.

There’s nothing like playoff hockey.


You’re playing worse every day and right now you’re playing like the middle of next week  ↔ Herb Brooks


I’ve never been much of a Talking Heads fan but I love “Life Is Long” by Brian Eno and David Byrne.


→ So George Zimmerman was finally arrested for the murder of Trayvon Martin. But it’s Florida, the state that cheated Al Gore out of the presidency and exonerated Casey Anthony, so if you’re expecting some sort of satisfactory result, don’t hold your breath.

→ Sigh, Bobby Petrino, it’s douchebags like you that make it increasingly difficult to be a guy nowadays. I hope you get everything that’s coming to you.

→ Some of you seem completely uninterested with my recent iPhone 4S acquisition. For the record, I like it very much. Thanks for asking.

April 9th, 2012


sycophant [sikuh-fuhnt, -fant, sahy-kuh-] n. a self-seeking, servile flatterer; fawning parasite


James “Jim” Bowie (1796), Max von Sydow (1929), John Madden (1936), Steven Seagal (1956), Brian Setzer (1959), Q-Tip (1970), Mandy Moore (1984)


Yesterday was Easter Sunday. Those of you who know even the slightest bit about me know that I’m about as religious as Christopher Hitchens.

But the one thing I do like about Easter is the family dinner. Sure, Thanksgiving and Christmas are traditionally more renowned for big family dinners and there’s some truth to that, especially in my family. Thanksgiving and Christmas dinners are legendary. My mother is more talented in the kitchen than 98% of the chefs in this country and both my parents have spent the entirety of their adult lives to makes sure both of those holidays are memorable, in one way or another, each and every year. Even as my siblings and I have moved into adulthood.

But Easter is different and it’s also not. Throughout the years, I’m sure I’ve experienced the occasional Easter dinner in the comfort of my parents’ house but I can’t truly recall one. Normally, that’s the holiday our family spends dining out. And, although the food’s never quite as delicious as when my mother, sisters and sisters-in-law (as well as the random, unsuccessful dish from a man in the family) are in charge of the menu, Easter dinner is fun due to the fact no one is in charge of anything except for actually showing up.

And that makes for a much more lighthearted evening. We can talk and catch up and ridicule and debate meaningless crap and even once in a while say nice things about each other.

Anyway, that’s what I felt like writing about today. It was more for me than any of you but I hope you enjoyed it at least a little.


Any idiot can get laid when they’re famous. That’s easy. It’s getting laid when you’re not famous that takes some talent. ↔ Kevin Bacon


So I was watching Just Go With It the other night. C’mon, like you’ve never watched a bad Adam Sandler movie. Don’t judge. In any case, every song on the entire soundtrack had something to do with Sting and I forgot how much I liked The Police‘s “Canary in a Coal Mine.”


→ Went and saw The Hunger Games this past Thursday evening. Despite the lady behind us who was providing her own unique brand of commentary toward the end, I was generally pleased with the adaptation.

→ It’s the year for dudes of faith. First, Tim Tebow. And now, Bubba Watson wins the Masters. Maybe all these athletes should start taking god more seriously. Seriously.

→ For all of you who know me personally and love making fun of my “antique” cell phone, I’m happy to admit I’ll be getting an iPhone today. So you’ll have to find someone else to rip on. Sorry.

April 4th, 2012


pyknic [pik-nik] 1. adj. (of a body type) having a fat, rounded build or body structure 2. n. a person of the pyknic type


Muddy Waters (1913), Maya Angelou (1928), Anthony Perkins (1932), Craig T. Nelson (1944), David Cross (1964), Robert Downey, Jr. (1965), Barry Pepper (1970), David Blaine (1973), Heath Ledger (1979)


Sweet and short today.

As a society, we’re becoming dumber by the minute. But, really, it’s not entirely our fault. Because it’s not that we’re actively trying to be dumber, it’s just getting easier to be a dummy.

Case in point, the words being added to our dictionaries. Here are some of the standouts from the new entries: bromance, businessy, sexting, femcee, clickjacking and va-jay-jay.

To be fair, not all of these “words” will make the cut for the actual print editions for the upcoming year but who actually buys dictionaries these days? Are they flying off the shelves? I don’t think so.

Basically, the line between proper English and slang is being blurred beyond recognition. And, hey, I’m far from the most orthodox person you know but, still, it’s kind of annoying.

And that’s beyond refudiation. Wait, that’s not a word? WTF?


Part of getting over it is knowing that you will never get over it.  Anne Finger


I can’t stop listening to Gotye‘s “Somebody That I Used To Know.” Let me know what you think.


→ I was just starting to get into HBO’s “Luck.” So, of course it’s been cancelled. But, unlike the dozens of shows I’ve liked that’ve been jettisoned, this one’s actually for a solid reason.

→ This past Sunday night, I saw the movie version of 21 Jump Street. Growing up, the FOX series was one of my favorites. I was skeptical going into the theater and was pretty sure I wasn’t going to dig it. But I actually enjoyed the fact it wasn’t a true remake and there were enough allusions to the series without making it shitty. Not the best movie of all time, but worthy of a Sunday night, after-work viewing.

March 28th, 2012


chelonian [ki-loh-nee-uhn] 1. adj. belonging or pertaining to the order Chelonia, comprising the turtles 2. n. a turtle


Dianne Wiest (1948), Reba McEntire (1955), Vince Vaughn (1970), Nick Frost (1972), Julia Stiles (1981), Lady Gaga (1986),


The Trayvon Martin case is a true tragedy. And, like everything that happens these days in this country, it’s become so mired in ridiculous details that it’ll most likely never arrive at a proper resolution.

Here’s what I’ve figured out so far:

(1) Martin was walking down the street, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and in possession of both a bag of Skittles and a bottle of iced tea when George Zimmerman, a self-appointed neighborhood watchmen, started following him.

(2) After just a few minutes, Martin was dead, apparently shot by Zimmerman, who, according the guidelines set forth by the national Neighborhood Watch, shouldn’t have been armed while on patrol.

(3) The police arrived to find Zimmerman with a bloody nose and minor head wound, standing over Martin’s body. He stated he killed Martin in self-defense. The police believed him and he’s free to go.

Those are the only things I know to be undeniably true about the actual event. The rest of it is mostly just fodder for those who feel turning a tragedy into a nationwide debate, while dragging all involved through mud, is a good way to kill time and push a particular political agenda.

Yes, Trayvon Martin was suspended from school three times. Yes, he was found at one time or another to be in possession of marijuana. So what? He made some bad decisions. He was 17. And how many other 17 year olds are out there making bad decisions? The answer is mostly all of them.

Yes, Trayvon Martin was wearing a hoodie. Is this really something we’re talking about? I wear hoodies quite often. But I’m going to climb out on a limb here and say that if George Zimmerman saw a white, 37 year old male walking down his street donning a hooded sweatshirt, he probably wouldn’t have decided to follow me. The whole hoodie aspect is asinine.

Yes, every politician and activist in the country has made a comment on this tragedy. And the way this country is nowadays, no one can say anything right at any time. Because, no matter what anyone says, there’s a large group of people who are ready to pile on. But politicians can’t simply decline to comment on any issue and so they’re forced to perpetually piss off lots of people. And we wonder why no one of merit is stepping up to run for public office in this country.

Bottom line is this: Zimmerman shot Martin. Let him stand trial for it.


Genius ain’t anything more than elegant common sense. ↔ Josh Billings


Hall and Oates’ “I Can’t Go For That” being covered by Nicki Bluhm and The Gramblers as they’re driving around in a van? Yes! That does sound good!


Stupid people apparently love other stupid people.

How could being in 3-D possibly make Titanic better? Unless a giant pair of hands come out of the screen and put me out of my misery by choking the life out of me, there’s simply no way.

NHL hockey continues to be one of the least popular sports in our country. But John Buccigross wants you to reconsider your opinion.