Let's Go Red Sox!

Congratulations to the Red Sox on clinching a playoff berth! I have to say I like our chances with a rotation of Beckett, Lester, and Matsuzaka. The only team I'm worried about is the Angels, who have a history of blowing it versus the Sox.

Watching the post-game celebration now and wow is Mike Lowell drunk. Also, I have a strong feeling that this is not the first time that Heidi Watney has been doused with Bud Light.

Coney Island Hot Dogs

While my parents went and enjoyed Wild Willy's Burgers this weekend, I thought it would be nice to introduce Jess to a Worcester institution. I hadn't been there in forever and even though Jess has been a Worcester resident for nearly three years, she had never partaken of their delicious and non-nutritious fare.



We each had three hot dogs, which should probably fill our hot dog quota for the next year or so. I washed them down with some Polar Birch Beer; Jess tried a sip and quickly denounced it as being "Moxie-esque".



It's nice to see that people are still carving things into the wooden booths. At this point, you can barely make out a lot of the older ones. Most of the ones I could decipher were from The mid-90's, although I did find one or two from before I graduated from high school.

Best Spam Subject Line Ever

- Jess and I celebrated four whole years together this weekend! We enjoyed a nice meal at one of our favorite restaurants and are already planning how best to spend our fifth anniversary together. We rock!

- I defy anyone to get through this entire video without trying to bludgeon themselves into sweet oblivion with the closest blunt instrument. And no cheating by turning down the volume, either!:



Holy shit, it's like someone got her REALLY loaded and convinced her that it would be totally awesome to do a bad Nico impression while covering Tom Waits songs. I never thought she was all that hot before, but Scarlett Johansson is now a permanent Boner-Killer.

"Two bits"? More like $16 with tip...

I tend to go a long-ass time between shaving and getting my hair cut. This is partially out of laziness, and partially because I like to pretend that I look awesome with a beard, like Zach Galifianakis. Jess had been subjecting me to some good-natured teasing about my "college hair" over the last week or two, so I finally busted out the razor this morning and then walked to the hair salon across the street to get my locks shorn.


I will say that I always feel rejuvenated after I finally get around to doing this. It's sort of like when you get really sick for a few days--the kind of sick where you don't even have the energy to bathe and you just kind of lay around in your own filth--and then you finally regain enough strength to chisel off your pajamas and take a nice hot shower to wash away the germs, and then you put on some actual clothes and go outside; it's like you're a whole new person!

The end of an era?

Some of you may be aware of my deep and abiding affection for the strangely-flavored soft drink known as Moxie. I am the first to admit that its oddly bitter taste is not for everyone, and many of my friends and loved ones hate the stuff almost as much as I love it (Jess refers to it as "Moxious").

For many decades, Moxie's logo has featured a smirking man in a suit and tie pointing at you as if to say, "Hey you! Yeah, you! Get over here and drink this magical carbonated concoction!":



So imagine my surprise when I stroll through the soda aisle of my local grocery store and see this abomination on the side of my beloved beverage:



I was aghast! Frantically, I searched through the tubes of the intarweb for answers. It seems that many of my fellow Moxie fans are up in arms about this newfangled swirly logo thing. Someone has even put up a petition to bring back the "Moxie Man". I quickly signed the petition, bringing the grand total to 48 signatures. For all I know, this could be a significant percentage of the Moxie-drinking community.

Oh Dagwood, when will you ever learn?

When I saw this entry on the "Comics Curmudgeon" site, I LOL'ed. I didn't ROTFL, but I definitely LOL'ed:

1952:

2008:


I would like to suggest that someone do the research to prove that horoscope writers just take a bunch of vaguely-written "predictions" and jumble them up every few years. I would do it, but I just bought a hammock.