999 made me do it

It's been a while, eh?

I was just perusing some blogs (which I hardly ever do anymore) and was lured, like a rat to a trap, to taking a quiz type thing that I noticed on triple 9's blog. It was uncannily accurate! I include the results here, so you can judge for yourself.

Your Dosha is Pitta

You have a quick mind, a gift for persuasion, and a sharp sense of humor. You have both the drive and people skills to be a very successful leader. Argumentative and a bit stubborn, you have been known to be a little too set in your ways. But while you may be biased toward your own point of view, you are always honest, fair, and ethical. With friends: You are outgoing and open to anyone who might want to talk to you In love: You are picky but passionate To achieve more balance: Be less judgmental of those around you, and take cool walks in the moonlight.

What's Your Dosha?

I'm also modest, just in case you couldn't tell.


Just for the record, I denounce both the Dosha and the Pitta, whatever they might be, as pure, unmitigated poppycock. Use it at your own peril.

This is blogging, Period.

Ever wonder how other people live? Now's your chance to find out! This blogger takes a picture of (nearly?) every meal he eats and posts it to his blog! Check it out!

On second thought, ladies and gentlemen, do not check it out. I have heard that there is objectionable content on the website and the link has been removed.

Don't worry--you didn't miss much.

Word of the Day, Part Deux

Tomorrow's phrase that pays is...



"Handed in his dinner pail"



Which could lead to some interesting/scandalous/morbid situations, as it is not unreasonable at all to think that I'll be fielding a first notice death claims.

I'm looking forward to it really.

Any know the origin of that phrase? I'm not really up on my etymology...

The Buried 1957 Plymouth

The Buried 1957 Plymouth

What will they think of next?

Kudos to Curt

I was driving to work this morning, listening to WEEI, the Boston sports radio station, and they were talking about Carson Kressley throwing out the first pitch to last Sunday's game and heard a couple of things that I thought worth passing along.

The first was the news that reliever Mike Timlin was taking some heat for his opposition to the whole thing, especially since he opposed it on religious principles. The hosts of the show were kind of mocking him for it, and then, a few minutes later, they were talking to Curt Schilling (which they do on a weekly basis) and they asked for his opinion on the subject. I can't remember his response exactly, but as near as I can remember, he said "As a Christian, I am opposed to it. I won't be making the final decision, but...".

Refreshing, eh? It makes me respect the two of them even more.

Warning for my friends in New Hampshire

I recently read the report below and became concerned about my friends who live in New Hampshire. Please be careful!

The U.S. Department of the Environment is advising hikers, hunters, fishermen and golfers to take extra precautions and keep alert for bears. People are advised to wear noise-producing devices such as little bells on their clothing to alert but not startle a bear unexpectedly. They also recommend carrying pepper spray in case of an encounter with a bear. It is also a good idea to watch for fresh signs of bear activity, and to know the difference between black bear and grizzly bear droppings. Black bear droppings are smaller and contain berries and possibly squirrel fur. Grizzly bear droppings have little bells in them and smell like pepper spray.

Word of the Day

Every once in a while I like to challenge myself with a particular word or phrase to try to weave into at least one of the conversations that I have with the agents that I speak with at work. (For those that may not know, I work for MetLife as a help desk for life insurance agents.) Today's phrase is


"What will the harvest be?"


This phrase is used when you are wondering about the repercussions of someone's folly. Use it in a sentence? OK: "Brad ate several pounds of asparagus yesterday. Oh, what will the harvest be?"

Usually, I'm able to weave the word in skillfully enough that it seems to fit, so I may not have anything exciting to share with you this evening, but on the other hand I just might.

Stay tuned.

A message for Tash

Tash asked me to post regarding my hatred for the Yankees. Usually, I'mm pretty apathetic regarding the whole team. Alex Rodriguez (Or, as I like to call him, ol' purple lips) is a cheater of the worst sort, and there are a couple of others that deserve to be thrown out like the trash, but by and large as long as the Red Sox manage to beat them I'm OK.

There is one Yankee that I positively cannot stand, and that would be John Sterling. Can the man say something intelligent at least once? His home run call has to be the absolute worst thing any sports announcer has ever said. (I may give the possible exception of Sylvester Stallone and Sugar Ray Leonard during the Contender fight last Tuesday. But I digress.) Anyway, he says something like "He hits it far. He hits it deep. It's a home run." Really, it's quite pathetic--I don't even have to listen to anything else to know that he must be blackmailing someone to even have his job.

I'm surprised even Yankee fans can stand him. I think I'd rather poke my eyes out with a sharp pencil than have to listen to him for an entire season...

Go Red Sox!