This is what happens when you let a newspaper tell you what a "weblog" is ten million times.

Enjoy that new pick of the Governor of MA, only about a month into his term, looking like if he looks the other way, he'll throttle Hizzonah. 

Someone please school me on who the paunchy guy at the podium is, please?  I know  da Mayor has a new press secretary (who happens to be... Dot Joyce.. where's McDuffy on this?!?!).

It was an epic event:  find a fitted sheet for the bed, and a crapload of detergent.  Oh, did Target come through on both fronts.

The problem?   Getting it back home from Dorchester on two buses. 

I didn't mention just how much liquid Tide we're talking about here.  I knew it was big, and that was kind of the point, but this thing literally took both of my hands to hoist.  3 gallons of Tide.  Not cups, not ounces.  Gallons.  In a big, bright orange tub.  Me and my small child-sized Tidebooty rode the bus with, er... some kids just getting out of school.  My timing could use some tweaking.

It's always sad, and kind of pathetic, when anyone over the age of 10 pulls that sort of behavior.  Even figuratively, it signifies an unwillingness to understand something altogether alien to your being.

I've been battling with a 60+ year old woman who seems to have her hands fused to her ears.  Her way is the only way.  She is the only one capable of even the menial tasks (dishes, laundry), and is suspicious of knowledge pertaining to things outside of her span of attention.  Naturally, she has to be related to someone I love very much.  Life just wouldn't be interesting any other way, would it?

I had written her out of my life after a failed attempt to please Her Royal Highness with a long-distance move.  No.  I cannot have the final say, apparently.

She wants $40 to pay for a box of things she shipped me from said failed move.  It was a box filled with presents I had given her, some years ago.  So not only is she rude and ungreatful, but  an awful hustler to boot.  I did not ask her to ship this junk to me; she did it on her own.  By that twisted logic, she owes me a little bit of cash for the cost of uprooting my entire self and living with her. 

I refuse to genuflect, and it always gets me in trouble.

So, the new health care bill just got signed into law.  I'm not really sure what that means, except that I need to get health insurance.  Not that I didn't know that already (and I've got the $8,000 hospital bill to prove it), but....

The Rudds' set at the Middle East, as part of the WBCN Rumble, kicked ass.

Tom Cruise , in an attempt to lessen his Total Average Lameness, says he believes in aliens.  This, by itself, is fine.  Believe the moon is made of blue cheese for all I care. 

My question is: why is this news?