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Archive for May, 2006

What’s the Deal With That?

In the spirit of the Seinfeld banter going on between “Cosmo” and I (below), I have to say, “what’s the deal with pants shopping?”  I had what I thought was a very simple assignment last Friday night:  go to Men’s Wearhouse to buy a pair of black slacks.  I hadn’t owned a regular pair of black [...]

The Barometer

Perhaps the best barometer of when a relationship makes that leap is when one or both members of a couple feel close enough to ask their mate if they have anything in their teeth.  This is, of course, followed by a big flash of teeth and a close inspection by the trusted mate.  There is [...]

Ads

So, you might notice something a little different about The Diatribe today. That’s right, I’ve gone and added some ads to the site. Now, I’m not trying to make a profit, it’s actually a research project that I’m working on. Frankly, I don’t intend to make more than a few cents here or there, but [...]

First the Captain, Now Cool Jesus, and Soon to Be LTJ’s Turn

Last year I gave Captain Larby a hard time for “abandoning” The Diatribe.  Sure, he was waist deep in wedding planning, but I thought that was a cheap excuse.  Now I know how right he was and how wrong I was.  Swedish Girl and I are marrying on Saturday and by most comparisons, our wedding [...]

A prediction

I’m not going to go out and put the current US equivilant of $1,000 on the line or anything.. but walking through the city the other day I saw a Virgin MegaStore advertising an a CD sale. Why do I feel as though it’s quite possible that I will have to explain to my kids that, [...]

Pop goes the question

For quite some time now Miss Possible and I have been discussing our future and marriage. We’ve gone ring shopping, surfed the net for ideas, etc.. After getting a good idea of what she wanted, I was able to go to a small jeweler in Hoboken to custom-design a similar ring to Tiffany’s example that [...]

I got that OCD

Okay, so I’m obsessive-compulsive.  I can’t deny it.  Although I have to ask Captain Larby if the fact that I know about my OCD means that I’m not that far gone.  I can’t recall exact pecadillos, but I’m sure I must have exhibited some OCD behavior in my college days, too.  At first, it was often [...]