Programming on the gym tvs this morning, from left to right:

earthquake coverage
earthquake coverage
earthquake coverage
sports crawl informing me that Carlos Boozer is day-to-day (ankle)
earthquake coverage

If I ever find myself unemployed, sitting on my couch, and wrapped in the stereotypical bathrobe and despair, my television will be permanently tuned to GameTV ( Read more... )

Necessary context: the small but nimble team of assistants who live inside Lappy and my wireless router are engaged in a prolonged dispute about how best to deliver my outgoing email (if at all). As a result, I've had to resort to my ISP's web-based email thingamadoo (I generally leave technical terminology to the assistants), and guys? Their ( Read more... )

Morning, internet!

I've got nothing for you this morning. Sorry. I got distracted by today's horoscope in the Globe, which advised me that a new solar year was about to begin and told me to get ready for the best adventure of all. Excellent! What could it be? Fame and fortune? Exotic travel? Time travel? I can't wait ( Read more... )

I've had a post brewing for some time now about the deep sense of satisfaction I feel in knowing that somewhere deep within the suburbs of Sydney, madalone is catching up on The West Wing. After over a decade of gentle suggestions, outright nagging, and funny/relevant quotes left to dangle in the breeze while she blinked at me like I was crazy, I feel ( Read more... )

Is it just me, or does the new series of ads for a certain brand of smoking-cessation device manage to suggest that, in order to quit smoking, one must walk around sucking on a little plastic tube that looks like nothing so much as a feminine hygiene product ( Read more... )

From now on, whenever I'm shopping and it's not going well, when I can't find a thing to fit and everything looks stupid and nothing is right, I'm going to calm down, take a deep breath, and listen for the voice of Riggins in my head:

"What's that saying? Doesn't the dress find you(PS: download Jose Gonzalez's version of "Teardrop." Do it NOW ( Read more... )

I had a cultural experience on Saturday night.

I watched my first UFC fight, and it was magic.

The setting: a suburban "sports bar" in a strip mall.

The cast: a new species of land-based mammal the likes of which your intrepid author has never seen. Less upmarket than the NALBM; not as pink around the neck as many of the big truck drivin', ( Read more... )

It used to be that all the actors playing kids "my age" on TV were actually older than me. Supposed 14-year-olds were more like 17, everyone drinking in the prom scenes was really of legal age (even in the States), and there wasn't pancake enough to make Cordelia look as young as Willow, crazy softer-side-of-Sears wardrobe entirely aside ( Read more... )

Not that I didn't enjoy the all-singing, all-dancing, all-Canadian salute to kitsch at the close of the Olympics (and I'm not just saying that 'cause landbasedmammal is surely reading this), but I think it might have spawned a questionable trend ( Read more... )