New Quiz

Actually, it's just a glimpse to the many songs that have been stuck in my head this last week. Can you match the lyrics to the song?

I used to think as birds take wing, They sing through life so why can't we?

understand the New York Times' effect on man.

O no, what's this?
A spider web, and I'm caught in the middle

say goodbye to Ross and his dependencies

like Olympus above the Serengeti

Never gonna let it up
Ticking like a time bomb
Blowing up the fuse box

A brave man once requested me to answer questions that are key is it to be or not to be and I replied 'oh why ask me?'

If I could only find a nickel I would pay myself off tonight
'Cause nobody knows when the good times have passed out cold

Ue o muite arukoo
Namida ga kobore nai yoo ni

You give away everything now that you've hid
You, you want to be only to never get lonely

It seems fitting to have my 100th blog entry feature this years Christmas card from the whole family.



If you didn't get one yet, drop me a line and I'll send it on the line with the family newsletter.

And as always, click here to view old cards from the vast corridors of time.

Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays everybody!

Here's a funny bit about the music scenes original "one-hit-wonder". That's comedian Rob Paravonian behind the guitar.

Here's another Christmas picture. Me and Go-Bot, circa, 1985.
and it is worth noting that I still have the same haircut. True story.

This is my brain after a stupid weekend. Mostly good. but stupid.

Real posting tomorrow.

Favorites of Christmas past

A Christmas update: I'm actually looking forward to the holiday. Thanks to Mr. Kreugers Christmas (the awesome film starring James Stewart) and sitting in the dark looking at the christmas tree here at SluggoCentral while sipping some nog and listening to the obligatory Mannheim Steamroller album. Somehow I forgot that one of the best parts of Christmas is that it is just fun.

It is also a unique time to dip into the memory-thing and remember fun Christmas times from long ago. Here's a peek back to December 25th, 1979.



Note my brother Doug in the background with his Fisherprice Alpha Shuttle.

I just got back from delivering my Christmas cards. At least the first round of them. Expect yours soon.

Bah, Humbug!

This Christmas, I'm trying something different. I'm actually trying not to be such a Scrooge about the whole holiday business. I used to look at the holiday with a lot of cynicism and general disgust, usually fed up with the whole lot of commercialism and other heresies that went under the guise of "the holiday spirit". And of course, I had one of those ''holier-than-thou" attitudes to back it up. So I ended up no better off than those I was complaining about. Who wants that.

This time around, I'm hanging up the "Bah! Humbug" t-shirt, hanging a stocking by the fireplace (with care, mind you) and listening to a nice selection of Christmas music on my computer. If you have any tips to make this a bit easier, drop me a line.

Happy Birthday, Cakes. I hope things are better.

The mustache report:

As I expected, the 'stash' didn't survive longer than a week and a half. As you all know, one of the many traits I share with my main man Chuck Norris is that we are both dyed-in-the-wool blondies. Serious toe-heads. As such, the required facial hair we need for our tough guy appearance is difficult to maintain. I'm pretty sure my main man Chuck Norris enhances his beard and stash with a bit of Just For Men. I tried it, but I only looked like my face was dirty. So I shaved it off. I wonder how long it will take me to forget that I don't look good in a mustache and try again? Likely before 2010.