tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-54376550010512442722012-01-12T01:07:25.209-05:00Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.comBlogger2251100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-4184310411299879862011-01-03T02:54:00.002-05:002011-01-03T02:58:32.941-05:00

No, don't freak out family and friends. I'm merely putting this blog to bed.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-73563867606786543882010-01-26T16:48:00.007-05:002010-01-26T17:48:20.339-05:00

Those with whom I've spent any substantive time know that I'm not a health nut. Far from it. Due to my family history I'm going to die of a heart attack before I'm 70, which would frankly be a miracle if I last that long. Thereby I admit that this posting is absurd. I enjoyed delicious home made chicken noodle soup last night (no, you silly reader, I didn't make it). It was frickin' awesome.

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For the first time in my entire life, my vote counted in a senatorial race. I was accustomed to shuffling into the voting booth, casting my pointless 19% stake in trying to unseat Kerry and/or Kennedy, and feeling like I wasted my time. I'm still in shock that the voters of Massachusetts, often called "the most liberal state in the country," elected Scott Brown.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-52501784288683479402009-12-24T07:39:00.002-05:002009-12-24T07:41:37.525-05:00

Merry Christmas, everybody! Here are some hilarious pictures of sketchy Santas. *shudder*

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My buddy Jeff and I attended the Special Olympics equestrian event today to cheer on his sister Jenny. It was wonderful to see her face light up when she saw Jeff. I think it's really cool that she always greets me with a big smile and a bright "Hi Donnie!" Jenny was very proud of her gold and silver medals. Me too.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-50257728618723978812009-09-24T23:21:00.003-04:002009-09-24T23:32:12.714-04:00

I recently used the word "aquifer" in a conversation. The person with whom I was speaking stopped me mid-sentence and accused me of making up a word. I was honestly puzzled, so much so that I had absolutely no idea about which word I was being accused of creating. Aquifer.Be honest, please. Consider this a scientific study. Do you know what aquifer means, and if not then do you think I'm an

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Mortality has always been a fascination for me. My good friend Jeff's unexpected passing is yet another kick in the ass. Y'see, my dad died at a relatively young age of 54. I had seen him just two weeks before he died. Interestingly, I beat him at a game of chess for the first time of my life that day. It was such a monumental occasion that we took a picture of it. A "Master" (not a grand master

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Yesterday I received news that my friend, mentor, and a hero to countless others across the country passed away. Whether Jeff was launching yet another non-profit organization to help people in need, drumming up support for a cause with me by poking his finger into the chest of a corporate bigwig, asking his son Jarrod about the lessons learned in school that day, or letting loose with me for

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-88541726145426272522009-09-07T21:56:00.007-04:002009-09-07T22:29:02.986-04:00

I never fight with anybody. Ever. Ask anybody. It's the polar opposite of my nature. I tend to listen, say "okay," and then absorb it.Well ... tonight I had some harsh words with someone I love. While everything ended up with the usual exchange of "I'm sorry," it left me a reeling, and I can't sleep.Sometimes I wish I were a testosterone-laden asshole that didn't give a shit. But I think I'm a

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-28692297893779693342009-08-20T23:04:00.002-04:002009-08-20T23:10:10.179-04:00

Long time readers of my blog (and especially my previous blog) will know that this subject fascinates me. I don't know why, but I have a deep desire to see abandoned, unpopulated, out-of-the way places across the globe. Imagine my glee when I stumbled across this post on Unique Scoop. I can't spare the time to write more about this subject, as I have to go back to browsing.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-3032248608809302582009-07-27T10:25:00.009-04:002009-07-27T10:35:58.504-04:00

Would you consider getting a bluetooth enabled sub-dermal device implanted into your arm? I think I would. Maybe. I don't know. It creeps me out a bit, but it's also supercool.This Bluetooth device is permanently implanted beneath the skin. It is flat, flexible, silicon and silicone. Tightly rolled when it's inserted through a small incision, and then unfurled beneath the skin, it lies benignly

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-69266770873080128162009-07-23T17:29:00.002-04:002009-07-23T17:34:08.523-04:00

Congratulations to Mark Buehrle of the Chicago White Sox. He just became only the 18th pitcher in history to throw a perfect game. No hits, no walks, no base runners. Perfection. I guess Gabe should have hit it about five inches deeper, but I know that Buehrle will be treating DeWayne Wise to a steak dinner tonight. Wise robbed Gabe by making an awesome above-the-wall catch, robbing Gabe of a

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-36173232595317542982009-07-18T20:03:00.013-04:002009-07-18T20:31:20.783-04:00

A moment ago I glanced out the front door. No shit, I swear ... two rabbits, six turkeys, and a groundhog were all having a party on the lawn. Where was my local fox? Did he not get the invitation?While the below video was taken a couple of days ago, it illustrates my dog's "toughness." Sarcasm intended and with emphasis. Based solely on Lindsay's tail wagging, I think she merely wanted to be

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-16676220988347162812009-07-18T18:13:00.007-04:002009-07-18T18:50:14.602-04:00

Since you're here over teh Interwebs, you already know about Craigslist. I haven't bothered to research whether or not there's an entire website devoted to bizarre advertisements, so mayhaps this is redundant. Whatever.I'm an addict. Once in a while there are some truly amusing listings. Here's one such example: Free mean rooster. Hi there... my friend just emailed me that her rooster is getting

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-58287902760295435822009-07-06T17:30:00.001-04:002009-07-06T17:32:29.593-04:00

"Actor Rick Miller performs Queen's Bohemian Rhapsody as '25 of the most annoying voices in the music industry.' From the 2001 Just for Laughs Festival in Montreal."Brilliant. Well done, sir!

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-81627316611456293132009-07-01T10:43:00.006-04:002009-07-02T04:13:02.039-04:00

My dog Lindsay is built for speed. Her veterinarian opines that she's half lab and half greyhound.Anybody who has met Lindsay will describe her as painfully shy, sweet, and, well, the perfect companion. She loves kids, other dogs and even cats. The only time she ever displays instinctual "hunter" behavior is when she spies a squirrel, turkey, deer, or raccoon in our back yard.Sometimes while I'm

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-28858274766477447072009-06-25T11:31:00.003-04:002009-06-25T11:39:33.507-04:00

I received a link from a buddy to Maxim Magazine's 25 Awesomely Bad Pop Culture Tattoos. What were these people thinking?

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Hold onto your hats.I can't keep it inside anymore. This started out as a two-sentence response to something I read tonight.And now it's evolved into a tome. This post exceeds 10,000 words -- crushing any previous post -- but I hope emphasizes how strongly I feel about how badly our society has gone off track. Someone I hold dearly posted a truly genuine and touching plea to contact politicians

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-56462185646777240912009-06-21T10:04:00.004-04:002009-06-21T10:26:38.092-04:00

Stan Grossfeld/Boston GlobeThis is a picture of New York Islander Tim Jackman and the B's Shane Hnidy going at it. I had to laugh about the quote from Jackman. "It was a good battle and a good rest for five minutes. He said, 'Good job,' and I said, 'Good job to you.' It was a tough battle."Huh. How about that? Personally, I don't think my buddy LB would say such a thing right after beating the

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-76034896270159485382009-06-19T22:37:00.007-04:002009-06-19T23:06:28.784-04:00

Obscure questions such as this often arise whilst you're downing a pint with the lads and lassies at a pub. Of course it's likely that the correct answer will determine who pays for the next round of drinks. Do you know about Cha Cha? Yes, Cha Cha. It's a ridiculous name, but a brilliant web and text service. Enter your question on the web, or send a text from your cell phone to "chacha" (242242)

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-27044703651220260082009-06-19T08:06:00.003-04:002009-06-19T08:12:56.699-04:00

Who knows? Maybe it's tasty. Even if it's disgusting, you can't beat free. Get your two bottles by clicking on this link. And of course you already know you should use a Mailinator address to protect your inbox from SPAM.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-76641308920705091192009-06-18T00:41:00.013-04:002009-06-18T07:40:55.115-04:00

If you don't live in Boston, then it may be difficult to understand how deeply connected a sports team can be with the populace of a geographic region. Read that carefully. Not fans-to-team, but team-to-fans.I think that most people in Green Bay (football) or Buffalo (hockey) get it. To a lesser extent, there are certainly respectfully dedicated franchises and fans -- the Yankees in New York, the

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-16683512441076591502009-06-17T08:42:00.005-04:002009-06-17T08:52:25.242-04:00

LIFE Magazine's "Adolf Hitler, Up Close"Between 1936 and 1945, German photographer Hugo Jaeger was granted unprecedented access to Adolf Hitler, traveling and chronicling, in color, the Fuhrer and his confidants at small gatherings, public events, and, quite often, in private moments. Here, and in several other galleries on LIFE, we present never-before-published and rare photographs from

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Doesn't everybody own the Dave Brubeck Quartet masterpiece "Time Out?" Imagine my surprise when today on NPR they had an interview with the ancient Dave Brubeck regarding the 50th anniversary of the album's release. It was about his revolutionary merging of jazz and blues. Something meaningless like that. Whatever. Oh, and it was also about him being the first musician to make a huge meteoric

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-43507537089166619722009-06-12T15:56:00.003-04:002009-06-12T16:07:54.558-04:00

You already know how much I dig history (both recent and ancient), and also that I'm a technology buff. You may also know that getting a pilot's license is one of the three things remaining on my Top Ten List of Things to Do before I Die. Aeronautics rock. I want to line up a runway while I'm skewed by a 20 MPH crosswind and have to crab it in. Yep. I do. Anyway, sorry for the tangent. CNET

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-70871275158316389702009-06-12T10:16:00.006-04:002009-06-12T16:20:35.022-04:00

Here's a self-explanatory image. My son is wicked pissah smaht. I'm now officially afraid to have him determine the accuracy of the Latin phrase I had tattooed onto my body last year. Yikes. My Latin is way rusty. Ego operor non narro Latin puteus iam. Question mark?

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-82337128627228286802009-06-11T22:56:00.012-04:002009-06-12T07:15:21.875-04:00

The Red Sox are kicking the Yankees' asses this year, 8-0, and I'm thrilled. The most recent series is made even sweeter because we beat their best. Wang. Burnett. Sabathia. Our bullpen has been nothing short of a firing squad (and this isn't just my opinion, even the jaded New York press agrees). Look, part of me wants to wear my PR-guy hat and be diplomatic about this. I swear it to be true.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-19942493325680211332009-06-01T09:10:00.011-04:002009-06-01T09:27:29.876-04:00

If you're a reader of this blog, then you already know I'm a Macfanatic. I'm biased (but smarter than you if you don't agree).Pardon me while I applaud about the article in InfoWeek, an admittedly pro-PC publication, which says that it's time to bury the BlackBerry and get an iPhone.Yes, it was Mac versus PC all over again: The iPhone was quickly pigeonholed as a fun, polished device for the cool

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-46242886132640685982009-05-31T23:16:00.017-04:002009-06-01T00:22:31.027-04:00

I'm listening to music really loudly now, and I want to share this with you. In case you don't already know, the Dropkick Murphys are awesome. Readers of my blog alreay know this. They're awesome, and I'm a fan from way back when. The DKMs are wicked pissah awesome. Dillo knows how awesome they are. [Where the hell have you been, Diilo? Really. Are you dead or in prison?]The picture is of me and

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-64836759154906325742009-05-31T20:53:00.022-04:002009-05-31T22:26:55.269-04:00

Neither I nor my son suffer with the delusion that we can sing well. We suck. Badly. We sing loudly, and we both understand how it's supposed to sound, but ummmm ... yeah. I'm a fervent believer in the adage that you should sing like nobody's listening, and dance like and nobody can see you. Tonight I asked my son to sing harmony with me to Man of Constant Sorrow by Dan Tyminski. This song was

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-81832439637875333882009-05-25T20:42:00.008-04:002009-05-25T21:52:25.808-04:00

It is my sincere hope that you took at least a few minutes today to remember why you didn't have to go to work this morning. I'm not going to make a big speech. All I ask is that you take a second or two to reflect on all of the people over the years who have given their lives for you, your family, me, my family, and every other person in America. From the site of Arlington National Cemetery,

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-73212664514601591382009-05-22T21:26:00.008-04:002009-05-22T22:21:29.002-04:00

Yeah yeah yeah ... I know that I say it a lot. Go pound sand. Right now, this is the best song, ever. I deem it so. Rest in peace, Israel. Thank you for this gift. It's so wonderful. The creator of this video has my thanks as well. Kids, sun, surf, and Iz in his element, at his best. Sheer joy. Yep. Joy in it's truest scene. Yep. Ceslieanne, please know that your father gave many people happiness

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-88499506921427278622009-05-22T10:28:00.002-04:002009-05-22T10:41:50.421-04:00

I'm mulling over an idea. I think that I'm going to create a website dedicated to f*ing with spammers / con artists. Hmmm. My vision is something akin to Snopes, but with reader interaction. After publishing my recent post about f*ing with a con artist, I was and continue to be surprised by the number of people stumbling across it via an Internet search. I imagine that a site dedicated to f*ing

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-45531277856735983452009-05-22T07:23:00.002-04:002009-05-22T07:26:05.969-04:00

Please keep in mind the reason why you don't have to go to work on Monday. That's all I'm going to say on the subject. Sometimes, less is more.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-32872118746210036252009-05-21T19:20:00.006-04:002009-05-21T19:44:49.431-04:00

Do you know how to utterly embarrass a nearly 17-year-old boy? I do. Stand up and applaud loudly at the end of Star Trek. Trust me. He "scratched his eyebrow" with his middle finger in response to me putting up the Vulcan salute whilst whooping / laughing in sheer glee at an inappropriate volume at the exact moment when Jim, Uhura, Bones, Sulu, Spock, Scotty, and Chekov were all in the same frame

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-19743536240981138482009-05-21T10:07:00.013-04:002009-05-21T20:36:24.714-04:00

My mom died a few years ago. As I expect is the case whenever a parent dies, there is a shitload of clutter and files through which one must sort. Here's a treasure I discovered recently.As you can see from the image at the bottom of this post, Papa (my grandfather, my mom's father) sent me a $2 bill in 1976. At the time my family was living in Pennsylvania, not in our home state of Massachusetts

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-86758964965962526672009-05-20T18:34:00.005-04:002009-05-20T18:49:09.645-04:00

A few simple pleasures for which I'm thankful today.Walking with Lindsay.Listening to Janis.And my three kids. I'm not going to post pictures of them here, so use your imagination. Two boys, 19 and almost 17, and a precocious six-year-old. What else could I want? That's it. That's really it. My equation for a happy existence is kids + Lindsay + music. Oh, for an extra point include Val. Go about

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-61285227157474700962009-05-15T10:49:00.011-04:002009-05-15T11:40:53.604-04:00

Warning .... geek alert! For reasons with which I won't bore you here, I recently chose to re-install OSX onto my PowerBook. Apple's built-in software update gnomes quickly brought all of the native applications back up to date with the latest versions.Unfortunately, this meant that my registered copy of QuickTime was restored to barenakedsoftware originality, and I had lost the ability to

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If you don't ride (why don't you?) or don't care to hear my thoughts about riding Val, then skip this post. I honestly don't mind a bit. But you're missing out if you don't ride. You really are. Let's talk about it. Really. You have no idea how enjoyable it is. There are so very few people who ride that it baffles me. There is not a single person I know in my very extensive circle of family and

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-55231447015813761512009-05-12T10:05:00.003-04:002009-05-12T10:56:02.384-04:00

I think that my reply to yesterday's message from the con artist might be too much, too soon. *shrug* Bonus points if you pick up on the subtle verbal middle fingers I put forth, not just the obvious ones. There are many, and I admit to chortling repeatedly as I wrote it. The PR gland in my brain screamed repeatedly in protest. Dear Diana:Thank you SO much for letting me provide you with some

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-78915807069608432922009-05-11T16:29:00.003-04:002009-05-11T16:39:14.283-04:00

I'm so thrilled! The con artist has taken the bait! Or, more accurately, the con artist believes that I (posing as Richard Cranium) have taken the bait. Below is an edited version of the most recent message from "Diana Mosli," posing as a member of the American Express human resources department.As I originally suspected, "Diana Mosli" is trying to set me up for a classic scam. I believe they

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-88611456985789828282009-05-11T10:33:00.003-04:002009-05-11T10:38:47.398-04:00

The one thing you would never want to hear your boss say if you worked at this quarry: "Go get a hammer from the bottom of the job site and bring it back up here."

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-3337431685026382272009-05-10T14:05:00.012-04:002009-05-11T16:39:40.058-04:00

Let's play with a SPAMmer! Yay, fun!Here's the opening salvo and my initial response. I hope so much that I get a reply. Why don't they ever follow through with their scheme? Of course I've created an anonymous e-mail account just to play with her / him / them. Safety first, kids.In case you're wondering why I knew this was utter crap, the return e-mail address was something like "AMEXrecruiter@

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My cousin Lisa sent me an e-mail tonight which had been forwarded so many times that the text was broken up by a multitude of gibberish characters and was indented to the far right of my screen. She had inserted a short yet simple challenge above the message which read "Don, true or not?"Mike Monsoor, Navy EOD Technician, was awarded the Congressional Medal of Honor posthumously for jumping on a

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If you're female, this post is highly unlikely to make much sense. One of the things I enjoy most in life is hanging out with "da guys." Many of the guys play instruments. My friend Jimmy, being a guy, took it upon himself to build a massive stage in what used to be an oversized two-car garage. Yes, the stage he built has a Red Sox theme and it looks like a baseball diamond. C'mon. Get with the

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-3233273827127607052009-04-30T11:32:00.004-04:002009-04-30T11:59:58.126-04:00

I had never before today heard of "pitch tipping." The concept is fascinating to me, and will surely motivate me to research the history of this practice in major league baseball. EPSN published an online article about details from Sports Illustrated writer Selena Roberts' book "A-Rod" that were released by the New York Daily News. Aside from the expected steroids headline-attracting points, one

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The Red Sox and Yankees play for four hours and 21 minutes. Extra innings. Then they play for 4:21 again even though it's only nine innings. Then the Celtics and Chicago Bulls wrestle for three hours and 32 minutes, through two overtimes. And all the while Bill Belichick makes moves that will be studied by draftologists for centuries to come. Like the DaVinci Code.Oh, I almost forgot. We also had

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-49273789713368614832009-04-26T08:18:00.002-04:002009-04-26T08:21:33.079-04:00

How is this possible? I'm serious. Really, how many people must have been in the chain from the design, approval, ordering, manufacturing, delivery, equipment personnel, and even the players themselves?

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-16926396904750868462009-04-26T07:49:00.002-04:002009-04-26T07:54:50.416-04:00

Just look.NASA's Cassini spacecraft is now a nearly a year into its extended mission, called Cassini Equinox (after its initial 4-year mission ended in June, 2008). The spacecraft continues to operate in good health, returning amazing images of Saturn, its ring system and moons, and providing new information and science on a regular basis. The mission's name, "Equinox" comes from the upcoming

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I fucking detest infomercials. I detest the people who are pitching useless shit in the wee hours of the morning. Why? Well, I think it boils down to the fact that they are praying upon those with a real problem -- weight loss, acne, small penis, ad infinitum -- and the products aren't worthy of being sold in a retail environment. Plus, the products are pitched to drunken insomniacs. Seriously,

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-44210285111646773622009-03-16T18:45:00.004-04:002009-03-16T18:52:15.987-04:00

Especially on the first few motorcycle rides of the season, I find myself diligently practicing the SIPDE (Scan Identify Predict Determine Execute) collision avoidance awareness technique. I don't think that I would have ever assigned a turkey flying into my chest as a potential threat. On Sunday a rider was injured after being knocked off his motorcycle when a turkey collided with him. Two

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-15334727842133657402009-02-26T21:38:00.005-05:002009-02-26T21:55:39.907-05:00

It seems that "Large Marge," from the classic Pee-Wee's Big Adventure, isn't deceased after all. IMDB claims that Alice Nunn, the obscure actress who portrayed one of the most famous bit characters in movie history, died in 1988. Based on a post in The Smoking Gun, I now question that fact. Large Marge was a truck driver. Donna Greenwell is a truck driver. Both inspire sheer terror, and the

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-45408732614260907722009-02-13T15:53:00.004-05:002009-02-13T16:03:58.749-05:00

Nope, this has got nothing at all to do with the pursuit of knowledge, literature, art, nor music. It's about the guilty pleasure of relishing the stupidity of others. I clicked on a banner advertisement (I think it was my first ever click-through ... seriously) after checking out The Smoking Gun's mug shots of the week. Read Dumb as a Blog in moderation. It'll rot your brain, but you might get a

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Well, I've been listening to music tonight. As is always best, I had no intention to do so ... it just happens sometimes. If you've ever read this blog, you know I am a big fan of volume while listening to music. If you listen at "normal" levels, you miss so much! About an hour ago I put on the big DJ-quality earphones so as to not disturb the house nor the neighbors. Here are a few things I

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The Onion has once again generated a piece of comedic hilarity. In case the title didn't already make you aware, this video uses language which should not be heard by wee ones. Thanks to Tippy for the, um, tip!

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Today I'm sad about the state of my beloved sport of baseball. Sure, I'm a die hard Red Sox fan. I watch 140+ games each year, I've got the license plates, and as anybody that knows me can attest I wear my grungy Sox hat every day. Being a Red Sox fan you might think that I hate the Yankees with every ounce of my being. This may come as a shock, but indeed I do not. As I've stated publicly and

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I've had a really shitty day. Week. Tonight I particularly felt like listening to my old friend, the blues. However, iTunes changed my evening. I clicked "shuffle" (weighted to favor the songs ranked highest), and lo and behold 'round came Walk on Down by Aerosmith. Not only is Aerosmith one of my favorite bands of all time, but this song spoke to me tonight. After all, isn't that the purpose of

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-610613335634833812009-01-31T13:05:00.002-05:002009-01-31T13:13:22.069-05:00

It's official. I've reached the end of the Internet. An answer to a question on today's edition of NPR's Wait, Wait, Don't Tell Me was this site. Has the Internet finally reached the apex of absurdity? Do I really need a website to remind me when the women in my life are having their periods? FFS. Wow. I'm torn between the urge to either high-five or punch the founders of this site in the face.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-601588252573458422009-01-30T15:15:00.001-05:002009-01-30T15:16:44.629-05:00

My prayers to God (Peter Gammons) have been answered. Cappy's coming back.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-6557517766418596402009-01-30T14:30:00.004-05:002009-01-30T14:39:27.454-05:00

While I appreciate the wonderment and reverence of Steven Levy's words describing my library in Wired magazine, my name is not Jay Walker. Oh, fine. So it's not my library. But a guy can dream! You should read about Walker's library to learn about the eclectic assortment of items and tomes. A few of my favorites are Sputnik, some Chaucer, and the Enigma code machine. Wow. Should I ever be forced

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-80222889678714670672009-01-26T09:08:00.003-05:002009-01-26T09:20:53.435-05:00

There are only so many chords, but there are countless thousands of popular songs. However, I had never thought it possible that these particular four chords are the melodic foundation for so many tunes. A bit of a warning . . . there's an "f-bomb" at the end of the video. A nod to Cathy for the video!

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-5242498843030349402009-01-23T11:09:00.003-05:002009-01-23T11:26:50.049-05:00

According to this story, a local (Boston area) company is "to begin flight tests this year of a two-seater airplane that moonlights as a car."Cool. Apparently this is no joke, nor "maybe one day" dream. Founded by MIT students, Terrafugia claims to have deposits "for more than 40 of the vehicles." They ain't cheap. The story says owning one will set you back $194,000. The company's site states

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-52504305776400592852009-01-20T08:41:00.008-05:002009-01-20T08:59:00.787-05:00

If you're not a sports fan, save yourself the time and close this window. Still with me? Cool. Here's an interesting article which lists the top 10 worst Super Bowl teams to make it to the big game. The Patriots make an appearance ... twice. I can't argue with either of the listings. I clearly remember watching the Pats versus Bears train wreck, and not being able to turn my head despite a strong

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-31666253273930691702009-01-17T12:19:00.002-05:002009-01-17T12:23:06.618-05:00

I cannot stop listening to it. I just can't. It's musical heroin. Every time I hear it, it only makes me want to hear it again -- but louder. My ears are bleeding due to the volume, and my throat is hoarse from singing along.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-21681027305975010482009-01-17T11:26:00.014-05:002009-01-17T12:11:54.968-05:00

Fair warning. This is a post written by a fervent Red Sox fan. Jason Varitek is perhaps the greatest defensive catcher or all time. Seriously. Nobody disputes that fact ... competitors, fans of every team, sports broadcasters, Hall of Famers, managers, and even fellow catchers. I'm not going to bore you with stats about his defensive prowess, so suffice it to say that a no-hitter is an extremely

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-69275226328529271802009-01-16T11:42:00.004-05:002009-01-16T11:46:49.806-05:00

This is so awesome that it gave me goosebumps. Listen, and sing along loudly as if nobody can hear you. From the award-winning documentary, "Playing For Change: Peace Through Music", comes the first of many "songs around the world" being released independently. Featured is a cover of the Ben E. King classic by musicians around the world adding their part to the song as it travelled the globe.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-82021234436045652672009-01-08T17:03:00.004-05:002009-01-08T17:25:00.679-05:00

I don't know why http://news.cnet.com/8301-13772_3-10137183-52.html?part=rss&subj=news&tag=2547-1_3-0-5">this article fascinated me as it did. Ever since I've read about NASA successfully testing a super-high altitude (110,000 feet) balloon, it's been the proverbial popcorn husk stuck between my molars. NASA says it's far cheaper (and reusable) than sending up a satellite. I find something about

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-84792237387935705772009-01-04T18:31:00.002-05:002009-01-04T18:59:29.792-05:00

Did you know that if you buy a vacuum at Wal-Mart that it might be mislabled? Be careful, gentle reader. You might have unintentionally purchased a VacBot!

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-80271973246128163472009-01-02T13:51:00.003-05:002009-01-02T13:54:42.979-05:00

*sigh*I don't think they took the bait. Perhaps I was a wee bit too snarky in my original message? I've just sent the following message to our dear business partner. My bet is that he's not going to reply. Should we start this experiment all over again with a new SPAMmer and, this time, play dumb? Dear Honorable Revered Barrister Xxxxx Xxxxxx:It has been nearly a full day, or in other words 24

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-36555115883520143572009-01-01T17:52:00.003-05:002009-01-01T18:33:35.010-05:00

Regular readers of this blog will recall that I proposed we have some fun f*cking with a SPAM scammer. Thank each and every one of the dozens of readers which posted comments with a resounding "go for it." Interestingly, only one person recommended against it. Anyway ... I've obviously chosen to reject posting any of your comments, solely for the purpose of protecting you from any ramifications.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-9876567501955631492008-12-29T19:05:00.003-05:002008-12-29T19:33:46.199-05:00

Why hello there, reader of this obscure little blog. Please allow me to ask your opinion about something. As I'm sure you do too, I receive lots of SPAM. Haven't you always been curious about the person(s) behind the messages imploring your assistance to either transfer a large amount of money and/or make an "investment" in American businesses?Scanning through the SPAM folder his morning, I

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-40342628711406274682008-12-25T17:32:00.006-05:002008-12-25T17:54:49.517-05:00

Eartha Kitt has died. Not only did she entertain us since the 1950s with her unique voice ("Santa Baby" rings a particular bell today, Christmas), but she was also an extremely talented actress. People under the age of 40 and especially those with children may know her best as the deliciously evil and comedic voice of Yzma from "The Emperor's New Groove." Nobody on the planet has ever made that

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-19112264003980399452008-12-22T15:23:00.002-05:002008-12-22T15:34:16.447-05:00

I wish that I had the technology and/or smarts to visually illustrate my point (although I probably have both, but frankly you're not worth the time I'd have to spend to demonstrate the fact). As a news junkie, I've recently noticed there has been a change in the ways that television networks show tickers. Y'know what I mean. At the bottom of the screen there is up-to-the-minute information

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-34800166550590079902008-12-18T07:28:00.002-05:002008-12-18T07:30:21.949-05:00

Continuing my recent theme of year-end lists, click here to see the Boston.com compilation of the year's best photographs.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-44347323844947085842008-12-17T12:06:00.003-05:002008-12-17T12:11:45.829-05:00

The Smoking Gun has finally posted the 2008 Mug Shots of the Year. For maximum enjoyment, keep in mind that sometimes you have to click on the associated link which explains the story behind the picture.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-64539838149780688602008-12-15T09:17:00.006-05:002008-12-16T07:18:25.258-05:00

That must mean you're participating in the annual Santa Speedo Run. Each year in mid-December, people gather at about 10:00 AM in pubs in downtown Boston. They drink for a few hours, take off all their clothes to reveal Speedos or bikinis, then run through the frigid air. Each runner is responsible to provide at least $250 for a charity. People from all across the country fly to Boston just to

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-72763213086822246262008-12-14T10:33:00.002-05:002008-12-14T10:46:40.237-05:00

Commenting would be superfluous. Go ahead and laugh, especially if you had one too.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-81100510956939358722008-12-11T09:32:00.001-05:002008-12-11T09:35:04.632-05:00

Google has released their 2008 Year-End Zeitgeist. I always find this interesting. After a whirlwind year of election news, economy woes, and the lead-up to the showstopping Summer Games in Beijing, we're looking back to see what was on the minds of Americans through it all. One thing's for sure: it was a wild ride.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-35312751716374343722008-12-09T11:03:00.003-05:002008-12-09T11:09:39.640-05:00

As you may know, Jimmy Kimmel ends each broadcast by "apologizing" to Matt Damon because he's run out of time, so Matt won't be on the show. Unless you live under a rock, you've seen or at least heard about the Sarah Silverman (Kimmel's real-life girlfriend) and Damon video wherein Sarah tells Jimmy that she's secretly been "f*ing Matt Damon." Being the good sport that Damon is, here's a recent

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-54303055719975905542008-12-08T16:52:00.004-05:002008-12-08T17:07:05.460-05:00

Back in 1996 or 1997 my sons and I got a Nintendo 64 system. It came with Mario Kart. There is no possible way for me to even begin to estimate how many times we played it over the years. If you're not familiar with the game, don't bother clicking this to hear a very clever love song about protecting the one for whom you care from red shells, blue shells, Bowser, and DK. I let everybody win. My

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-68674183029065354642008-12-07T14:02:00.005-05:002008-12-07T14:06:31.871-05:00

To view thousands upon thousands of great user-submitted photographs, check out Pixdaus.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-60151098352727463962008-12-04T21:26:00.003-05:002008-12-04T21:31:25.542-05:00

Tonight I made a particularly favorite meal of my son's, and when he put down his fork he said "oh yeaaaaaaah." I of course responded by loudly whispering "chick-chick-it-chick-it-ahhhhhh" in reference to the song by the band Yellow from the classic "Ferris Bueller's Day Off." He looked at me with a puzzled expression somewhere between I had lost my mind and "wow that was funky, daddy-o." Leap

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-51735482887482552642008-12-01T11:15:00.003-05:002008-12-01T11:18:15.711-05:00

You can love, hate, or be indifferent about the Patriots. But you can't deny that Wes Welker is one seriously tough motherf*cker. I can't even begin to imagine how much this hit must have hurt. But Wes got up under his own power. We don't even need to mention how many receptions and kick returns he's had this year. The guy must have a titanium skeleton to take this kind of abuse week after week.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-89767285832754644892008-11-30T11:03:00.003-05:002008-11-30T11:06:34.140-05:00

I have nothing much to offer here, as my thoughts about attending a 20 year high school reunion have been written countless times by others. Has it really been over two decades since I last saw these guys?

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-15148898672008141402008-11-25T13:37:00.011-05:002008-11-25T13:54:03.017-05:00

No big preamble, just the facts and the hope that you'll take a few seconds out of your day to say hello to a soldier. The mission of Let's Say Thanks is to provide a way for individuals across the country to recognize U.S. troops stationed overseas. By submitting a message through this site you have the opportunity to send a free personalized postcard greeting to deployed servicemen and

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-34073432265591844932008-11-25T07:29:00.003-05:002008-11-25T07:33:05.310-05:00

And the worms ate into his brain.-- "Hey You" by Pink FloydIf you're squeamish, do not read this article. Doctors in Arizona thought a Phoenix-area woman had a possible brain tumor, but it turned out there was something else penetrating her brain – a worm.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-82310360911458055582008-11-24T19:51:00.003-05:002008-11-24T19:54:32.962-05:00

Somebody who cares for me did a very nice thing today. While it might not be a big deal to the person who does it, that's precisely why it's so special. It's the little things that makes the world go 'round. Here's hoping that there are people in your life that make your world go 'round too.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-45536902638661819592008-11-19T10:31:00.010-05:002008-11-19T14:31:09.566-05:00

Today kicks off the 16th annual "Walk & Rock for Change," a multi-day fundraiser by 107.3 FM WAAF. Proceeds are donated to Boston area food banks. Millions and millions of dollars have been donated over the years. During the Walk & Rock for Change, two members of the station's morning show walk from a distant point toward Boston. Along the way they collect donations -- ranging from kids emptying

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-90447136230298846092008-11-18T14:55:00.002-05:002008-11-18T14:59:48.473-05:00

I thought that the prevailing anti-Boston bias would get Josh Hamilton enough votes, but our very own Dustin Pedroia has been named the American League MVP!

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-65540009096313092942008-11-18T09:06:00.003-05:002008-11-18T09:21:38.043-05:00

If you're like me, then you're running around in little happy circles in anticipation of the new Star Trek movie. Too bad that Shatner isn't involved, but I'm still wishing time would fast forward at maximum warp 'til May 2009. Until then, live long and prosper. You can see the trailers here.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-29756720122701310342008-11-12T08:14:00.004-05:002008-11-12T08:30:35.580-05:00

The Associated Press is reporting that a cat which had been lost for 13 years has been reunited with it's owners. My first thought was "how can they be sure it's the same cat?" At the conclusion of the article it was revealed that the cat had a subdermal microchip, so there can be no doubt about the identity. My father lived in a nice town along the Hudson River in New York. One day his cat (whom

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-2119004369104282722008-11-06T21:38:00.005-05:002008-11-06T22:09:57.742-05:00

So I was hanging out with friends the other night who happen to be addicted to concert DVDs. Trust me, it's a shock to the system to see '80s era Journey (Steve "hangs to the left" Perry in his tight pants), followed my the Allman Brothers (Warren's hair was so long!), followed by ... wait for it ... wait for it ... Michael McDonald. Yes, go ahead and quote the 40 Year Old Version. I did. Okay,

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-32306340915576149122008-11-06T19:57:00.012-05:002008-11-06T21:15:58.825-05:00

I've had an especially crappy day, but as regular readers of my blog know, I'm not one of the brave ones whom discuss such things publicly. However, I feel the need to tell you that I've been proven to be a failure as a father. How could this have happened? What circuit in my parental mind didn't carry the current? Will I ever be forgiven for the transgression, the lapse in my duty as a dad?I

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-42603590843099627502008-11-04T19:29:00.005-05:002008-11-04T20:02:31.358-05:00

Tonight we will elect a new President of the United States. Regardless if you're a Republican, Democrat, Libertarian, Socialist, Communist, Anarchist ... whatever ... I sincerely hope that you voted. It's one of our three most important rights as Americans. I can't predict who will be in the White House at this time next year. But I can predict with certainty that I will support whomever it is.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-6780954987008573252008-11-04T15:02:00.003-05:002008-11-04T17:55:03.117-05:00

Serves him right. I don't care whether or not you agree because, well, this is my blog. I frickin' can't stand Anthony Kiedis. He's a horrible singer, an arrogant strutting peacock, and is said to be a real prick. But I grudgingly admit he's a hell of a lyricist. And the musicians in the Red Hot Chili Peppers are outstanding.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-66671035565393546672008-10-31T11:57:00.007-04:002008-11-06T12:50:18.624-05:00

After listening to Greg Hill on 107.3 WAAF in the mornings (thanks to Pete for turning me onto the show during the David Lee Roth train wreck), I usually flip over to WBCN 'round about noon. I like listening to Mike Hsu too, but Adam's da man. What the hell was the point of this post? Oh, yeah! WAAF used a little snippet from an obscure Van Morrison tune as bumper, something inserted between

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-41125541151326313662008-10-30T13:41:00.004-04:002008-10-30T13:45:47.922-04:00

Are you curious about how much candy it takes to fill up a pillowcase? Take a guess by either weight or number of pieces, then read all about it.

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-56173287914031664522008-10-30T11:14:00.002-04:002008-10-30T11:57:30.982-04:00

I found the concept and research methodology behind Project Implicit to be extremely interesting. Perhaps you will too. Project Implicit blends basic research and educational outreach in a virtual laboratory at which visitors can examine their own hidden biases. Project Implicit is the product of research by three scientists whose work produced a new approach to understanding of attitudes, biases

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-21313722065205540652008-10-28T19:27:00.004-04:002008-10-29T21:09:33.152-04:00

I hate SPAM as much as everybody else, but I have a guilty confession. Sometimes the subject line cracks me up. Thereby, I enjoy scanning through the hundreds upon hundreds of messages automatically sent to purgatory. Today I saw one which was a real gem. I always have the same thought ... "who the hell responds to this?"Suffice it to say that the best SPAM message I've received in a long time

Donhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12224776881783250082noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5437655001051244272.post-62680591957764698292008-10-27T08:40:00.003-04:002008-10-29T21:08:18.293-04:00

Regardless of your political opinion, there's no arguing the fact that clicking on various objects in the Oval Office with Sarah Palin behind the desk is amusing.

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