Better L8 than Never

Alright alright alright:

1. Happy Birthday to Ian: A quick little happy early birthday to my nephew-to-be, Ian: at age 3, already a threat to cats, bowls of oatmeal, and naptimes the world around.

2. the 80-page an evening regimen: Why not give yourself a little homework assigment? Got me through this baby in short order. Bully. (The careful clicker will note this one on the sidebar. 'Amorous assignations,' indeed.

3. William Sonoma Mayo Clinic Mellstrom Stuffed Green Peppers: my delicious dinner last evening and this evening. Ground turkey and wheat bulghur. Oh HELL yeah.

4. Oden vs. Durant: I could get into this one, via Bill Simmons' blog. I'd be like 75% fine with him if he'd just stick to basketball, the only sport he knows well--very well, at that. Or does he just sound like he's got his shit together to me b/c my basketball acumen is, how you say, a very loose stool?

5. Harpoon Winter Warmer. Come on, it tastes like pumpkins, plus it's pretty filling. A great sipping beer.

6. The Serious American Thespian Liev Schreiber. Hooked into a few recent episodes of CSI. This guy does more with a little eyebrow twitch than the entire NBC network does with a mouthful of scenery. Plus he looks like a dog.

7. Alien Man vs. Bird Flu: from the website (ital. mine): "Author Steve Quayle addressed various topics including the recent spate of bird deaths in the US and Australia and the strange smell in New York. He also touched on end times, fallen angels & giants...(he) cited an email he received from a person in a Chicago suburb who described witnessing a white flash over a power line and then suddenly saw around 500 birds drop dead."

8. Decency. Sometimes it's okay to not have a fully-formed witticism (yawn) at the ready within 2 or 3 minutes of someone dying. I know she was dumb, blonde, had fake cans, and got way more ink than any of us: mortal sins in today's vortex, all of them. I know this is a little schoolmarmy, but fuck it, I have the floor...sometimes it's okay to just say, wow, that's fucked up, and leave it at that.