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1.  The speculation is that Chris Matthews will replace Tim Russert on Meet the Press.  No way.  That's like putting racing tires on a farm tractor.  It just won't work.  Matthews is a blow hard at best and an idiot at worst.  Certainly Russert is going to be very difficult to replace.  He had

Slarti has a project going, wherein he rates the general grumpiness of blogs. Leaving aside that any such rating systems are subjective–what constitutes “grumpy” or “negative”–it makes me think back on my own long career with cantankerous writing.

Went to the doctor and the doctor said:
“that’s what you get for jumping on the bed.”

Last week I had this awesomely funny post going in my mind. It was all about googling people and if it was creepy to tell them that you had googled them. But as the day wore on, the post kept changing in my mind because of fallout from said “google” until it became something I didn’t even want to write about because I was so hurt by it.

Having started this odessy back on October 7, 2007, this is the 139th day of being in the hospital.  But, I have much good news!  My hands are improving.  I can almost make a fist with my right hand.  The left hand lags only a little behind.  I can walk (slowly)  about 500 feet with a walker.  Although sensation in my feet still is not normal, it is getting better.

In case you missed it, this is a little series about a recent ‘Stout Night’ I shared with my buddy, Jim. We tried 11 brews in all and my / our thoughts are summarized here in this two part review. If you missed part one, scroll down a bit to read it. So without further adieu, here’s part two.

East Tennessee has been throwing me some weather curveballs since I began the new job. 

I think it might be time for me to admit that I have a small obsession with stouts these days. I can’t stop, people. I need them, and they need me. Stouts…you complete me. Actually, they’re making me fat, but I don’t care - I can buy bigger clothes.