Well, whuddya know ... Texting doesn't make you a poor speller after all.

Apparently, those that spell poorly in text messages, are just-- quite simply-- bad spellers.

Go Figure. And I'll bet they have lousy grammar, too.

Mean Doctor Day

Is it really mean, or is he just being reasonable?

Good god people can be sick.

The worrying thing here is, there's likely a child involved in this...

And now, to kick things off: Lyrics I've misheard

Midnight Star, Weird Al

What I heard: Tell me, tell me, tell me how to make my frostbite grow.

What it really is: Tell me, tell me, tell me how to make my bustline grow.

In a song lampooning tabloid weirdness, either line could fit. Making one's frostbite grow would definitely be the stranger of the two, and definitely shows my twisted way of thinking.

Like a Phoenix, blah blah ...

So, after a long hiatus, I'm back to posting to the blog.

How things have changed: The economy is in the toilet, gas prices, although still somewhat high are reasonable, and a new president in office. And I now follow more blogs than ever


I'm going to make an effort to post stuff I find here, or stuff I think of. Whatever. Some posts will be short and twitter-like (but I refuse to twit), some will be lengthy diatribes, and mostly lots of links to different things found out there on the internet that I find strange or interesting.