For some reason beyond the explanation of physics and logic, the “O” key on my keyboard always gets visibly dirty. All my other keys appear clean, but not the “O.” It’s always this way and it baffles my mind. Do I use the “O” key more that any other key? Who knows?
Anyway, how about a little feedback here. What’s your dirty key? Do you even have a dirty key or am I just a dirty guy?
What a sucker I am. Gillette has me by the balls, and they know it. Every time they release a new blade, tout it as the new revolution in shaving, and rain-down a blitzkrieg of advertising I take the bait hook, line and sinker. Their latest innovation–Fusion–is no exception. Captain Larby has been reeled in.
The boys of Dunster Rd. (extended family included) used to gather ‘round the ubiquitous 30-rack of Bud Light and discuss the finer points of shaving. We used to trade secrets like a bunch of high school girls discussing the latest skin cream craze. Some preferred shaving in the shower, others the sink. Some liked Gillette, other Schick. Some liked foam, and others gel. And then, of course, there was the kid who preferred electric. But I can vividly remember being the first to jump on board with the 3-blade Gillette Mach 3. I caught a lot of guff for that one, but the rest of the guys folded like an origami swan napkin in a Chinese restaurant. “3 blades”, they scoffed, “Is that really necessary? Will it really help?” Oh yes, dear readers, oh yes.
And now the bar has been raised once more. 5 blades-6 if you count the single blade on the back for those “hard to reach” places. I own it. I love it. I recommend it. What’s next? I can’t wait until they release the nanobots that crawl all over your skin and snip away with their tiny clippers. What a sucker I am.
I meant to post about this a while back and never got to — it still holds its merit though. Two weeks or so there was an obsession with making anagrams out of train/subway maps. I don’t know who came up with idea, but I thought that it was pretty interesting.
What was more interesting, however, is how fast it spread. On the first day someone had published a train map of the London Tube with the stations as anagrams. By the third day, there wasn’t a public transportation system in the world that had not been converted. They even made one for the NY/NJ Path. For those in Boston — here’s a full T map. Wanting more? Find your map here
First of all, let me say that today (nor yesterday) is my favorite day of the year. Yesterday was a Sad Day, in honor of Peter Tomarken and his wife who recently passed away.
Last Friday, however, was my favorite day of the year. It’s not a numerical date, or a day in a specific month. It doesn’t have to be a Friday (although that made it much more special). It’s the first day when you can sense that spring is close.
The temperature just grazed the mid-60′s here in New York, and spring was in the air. You get an overwhelming sense of what’s to come: Spring, Flowers, Sunshine, Warmer Days and of course the Farmer’s Market in Journal Square.
This is my favorite day of the year. Everything is getting ready to bloom, and you could even say it’s one of those days that you can even feel your soul waking up from the long winter.
I’ve used this forum to write about game shows a few times. You might even recall seeing the name Peter Tomarken once or twice. He hosted Press Your Luck in the 1980s and apparently earned enough money and notariety during those three years to live comfortably without ever having to rejoin the television rat race again. He wasn’t quite the quasi-surrogate uncle that Mister Rogers was, but he’s a link to my childhood and plenty of good times shared with my sister and cousins. I was just watching reruns of PYL a week or two ago and found myself wishing Peter would make a comeback. Tomarken and his wife passed away yesterday. A sad day.
http://www.boston.com/ae/tv/articles/2006/03/14/former_game_show_host_killed_in_la_plane_crash/
So, you’ve read them here on the Diatribe (Mr. Chuck Norris, Mr. Chuck Norris Redux), now see Chuck Norris read the facts himself on The Best Damn Sports Show, Period.
While checking out Comcast’s On Demand movies the other weekend, I discovered that the cable behemoth now offers free karaoke. This tickled me like you would not believe. Granted, this was a Saturday night in which Swedish Girl was in the throes of a nasty stomach virus and I was coming down with a nifty two-week cold, but even still I was downright giddy. It didn’t even matter that I don’t have any kind of fancy surrond sound speaker set up.
I was supposed to run out and pick up take-out food, but I could not tear myself away from the TV. I quickly ran through a few songs. “One Hundred Ways” by James Ingram & Quincy Jones, “Sh-Boom” by The Chords, a Sinatra song, and to get Swedish Girl into the mix, I even fired up “Let’s Talk About Sex” by Salt N Pepa. She didn’t participate, however.
I’ve only done karaoke twice in my life, but I am addicted. It’s definitely something that needs to be done out at a bar with friends and drinks, so having it on my cable box certainly won’t feed my craving to get back out there and karaoke in public. However, it is comforting to know that I can fire up some ’80s soft rock any time night or day and hone my craft.
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