curses

“You need a big oven, that’s what you need,” yelled a pro-Palestinian protestor in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, last week to supporters of military action by Israel against Hamas in the Gaza Strip.

Now, the long and winding road starts. Supposedly Rahm Emanuel will be named Chief of Staff. Now we know someone there will fluent in curses.

Thanks a lot to Sports Illustrated for hanging the first loss of the season on our Tennessee Titans this

Reader and radio listener Mac McAdams–he’s a husband and a dad, works in sales by day and works as an entrepreneur at night–posted this in the comments section of one of my posts.  It’s his own original work, so I thought it deserved a better and bigger audience than just a comment.

..is fun. Now I have "someone" to text when I'm bored, other than the usual suspects.

At some raw cookie dough and not feeling so hot now. Maybe there were tomatoes in it? Or, yeah, raw egg. I can't resist cookie dough.

One of the great joys (or curses) of being a ratpack is the absolute delight of searching for 100 watt light bulb in the garage storage shelf and accidentally stumbling upon a shoebox filled with assorted treasures. Pictures, matchbooks, ink pens, old business cards, TV remotes, a Palm Pilot with a cracked screen, and ... a Sony Watchman.

I just voted in, then viewed current results for, an online primary at TechCrunch.

Can we just limit the voting this year to the tech-minded? (I'm kidding, of course.)

But check it out:

Democrats: Barack Obama and Dennis Kucinich at 46% and 31%, respectively; everyone else in single digits

Republicans: Ron Paul running away with the thing at 72%, John McCain a distant second at 16%, everyone else in single digi