TV Goes 1-for-2

I had hoped to harness all my blind rage yesterday into a post about the news that CBS has paid jackass, blowhard, tough guy ESPN radio host Colin Cowherd to…

Andrew Alton’s Headlock

Wrestling fans - ignore the "commentator" yelling at you and enjoy. The kid who got decked is a two-time New York state champ. Holy Christmas, this group of Penn State…

Hating the Day

With more than a week to think about things, all I have to say is that I’m glad one of the worst days of the year has passed.

I hate the first day of November.

This has nothing to do with the beginning of fall or the impending end of football season. This dislike of Nov. 1 actually focuses on something I love very much: candy.

Over the past six months or so, I have tried to exhibit some sort of discipline when it comes to the sweet stuff. I used to keep a jar of treats near my desk for visitors, but realized that I was the one dipping my hand in it the most.

So I got rid of those empty calories and bought some healthier snacks. I’ll still indulge when people bring in something special. I just try not to have that every day temptation around.

But things totally changed on Nov. 1. Since Halloween fell on a Sunday this year, that meant workplaces everywhere – especially my office – had an influx of leftover candy come Monday morning.

A co-worker came in first thing in the morning and filled my old candy jar with Whoppers. Then someone else came in with a huge bag of leftover candy. I had to get away.

Clenched

I participate in a pair of football "survivor" pools. If you are not aware, the premise is to pick one game per week. If your pick wins, you move to…

Wishing for a Magical Power

I wish I possessed many different skills. I wish I had some true musical talent. I want to cook fanciful dishes. I dream of building some piece of furniture that blow people’s minds.

But, most of all, I really wish I could fix my own car.

I love my Saturn, even though General Motors kicked the brand to the curb. I am on my second Saturn and would gladly get a third one if they still made them.

This model does have one problem, however. The engineers designed it in such a way that a normal person cannot change a headlight. This doesn’t mean that it’s a little difficult. They literally force you to remove the entire fender to change a stinking headlight.