<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:30:24.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DMSJR's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Just what the cyber world needs...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114661366847150514</id><published>2006-05-02T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T16:47:48.483-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>DMSJR's blog has moved to &lt;a href="http://www.dmsjr.com/blog"&gt;http://www.dmsjr.com/blog&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114661366847150514?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114661366847150514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114661366847150514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114661366847150514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114661366847150514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/05/dmsjrs-blog-has-moved-to-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114531147428242366</id><published>2006-04-17T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-17T15:04:34.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>May I call you Millie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114531147428242366?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114531147428242366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114531147428242366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114531147428242366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114531147428242366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/04/may-i-call-you-millie.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114521926897276390</id><published>2006-04-16T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T13:27:48.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Easter Sunday&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We have a long row of tulips growing up the side of our driveway. They all just started blooming this week, at least 40 tulips in this one section. Very colorful, very pretty. My wife's favorites flower, the tulip.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Welp, I looked out the window and saw a blue hair crossing the street from my driveway, dressed in a nice suit, carrying a tulip. I shouted 'hey, did you just pinch one of my tulips?' and she just kept walking. An old bat stole one of my tulips! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Imagine if I had done the same to her? Shoot, if I walked too close to her lawn and my shadow crossed it, she'd probably tell me to get out her yard. Stole a tulip. What the heck? She was dressed really nice. I think she must have been going &lt;em&gt;somewhere&lt;/em&gt; for Easter dinner. I wonder if she presented someone with a bouquet of stolen flowers, or just my lone tulip?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114521926897276390?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114521926897276390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114521926897276390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114521926897276390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114521926897276390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter-sundaywe-have-long-row-of.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114463529542997538</id><published>2006-04-09T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T19:14:55.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Socks Are Like Gold&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I am wearing a pair of red wool socks. I wear them often around the house. Tonight the guy delivering my chicken cutlet sub commented 'nice socks.' He went on to tell me that he paid $5 for a pair of socks at Bob's and they are already all stretched out. They would not last more than 2 weeks. All of his good socks are stolen by his kids. His kid comes into his room and steals his socks as soon as he buys them. You can't buy a good pair of socks, and when you do your kid steals them. Socks are like gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114463529542997538?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114463529542997538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114463529542997538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114463529542997538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114463529542997538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/04/socks-are-like-goldi-am-wearing-pair.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114454703223791382</id><published>2006-04-08T18:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-08T18:43:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Forget Freddie &amp; Jason.  Fear the Hills.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;First 'The Hills Have Eyes,' now 'Silent Hill.'  America is suddenly very afraid of hills.  I guess when there are something like 20 Friday the 13th and Elm Street movies combined, it was a pretty good indication that the horror genre was getting a little stale.  But hills?  Yikes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114454703223791382?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114454703223791382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114454703223791382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114454703223791382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114454703223791382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/04/forget-freddie-jason.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114427846494036945</id><published>2006-04-05T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T16:07:44.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>According to today's New York Newsday and CNNSI.com, Barry Zito's former Athletics teammates Jason Giambi and Johnny Damon said they believe Zito,who's due to become a free agent after this season, would thrive in NewYork. What the hell does Damon know about thriving in NY? As of today, he has not played a game their yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114427846494036945?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114427846494036945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114427846494036945' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114427846494036945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114427846494036945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/04/according-to-todays-new-york-newsday.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114392841669460781</id><published>2006-04-01T13:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T13:55:25.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BEDAZZLER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Just saw a commercial for the Bedazzler. You might recall the Bedazzler as a tool used to decorate clothing or whatever with rhinestones. For example, if were to write this post in rhinestones, I'd use the Bedazzler. Tana, the runner- up from last season's Apprentice was the spokesperson. In one of her tasks on the show she gussied up t- shirts with the Bedazzler and helped her team to victory. She may not have won a job with The Donald, but she did win an endorsement deal with the good people at Bedazzler Inc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114392841669460781?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114392841669460781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114392841669460781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114392841669460781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114392841669460781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/04/bedazzlerjust-saw-commercial-for.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114389371229729553</id><published>2006-04-01T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T04:15:12.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;April Fool's Day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an admitted jackass, and someone who generally surrounds himself with like minded folk, most days carry the same weight as April Fool's Day in my world. At least once daily someone thinks I am pulling a prank or telling an outright lie. So as New Year's Eve is amateur night in terms of social activity, meaning &lt;em&gt;everyone&lt;/em&gt; goes out partying, April Fool's Day is amateur night when compared to the daily life of me and many of my friends.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Is that ketchup on your tie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prank on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114389371229729553?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114389371229729553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114389371229729553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114389371229729553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114389371229729553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/04/april-fools-day-as-admitted-jackass_01.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114369332223850504</id><published>2006-03-29T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:35:22.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have come to return King Arthur to the throne!  Here King Arthur, eat this chalupa.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114369332223850504?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114369332223850504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114369332223850504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114369332223850504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114369332223850504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-have-come-to-return-king-arthur-to.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-114098128420737283</id><published>2006-02-26T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T11:14:44.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;R.I.P. Prickly Pete &amp;amp; Snoopy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a cactus for more for than 10 years that has grown taller than 6 feet. It was about 3 feet when I got it. I keep it in the house during the winter, outside in the summer. A couple years ago a piece fell off, so I left it in water for a few months then planted it. It was 2 feet tall! I named them Prickly Pete and Snoopy, in honor of George Costanza's faux horses at his faux Hampton house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 2 years of complaining that they were an eyesore by my wife, I relented today and took the clippers to Prickly Pete and Snoopy. Now they are out in the trash. Gone forever. Now I am suffering from the buyer's remorse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Prickly Pete and Snoopy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-114098128420737283?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/114098128420737283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=114098128420737283' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114098128420737283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/114098128420737283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/02/r.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113798647844564908</id><published>2006-01-22T19:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T19:21:18.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Theo and Coco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theo never really left.  That much we have learned.  He has either been providing advice or otherwise been behind the scenes since his dramatic exit on Halloween.  I get a kick out of the papers ripping him for being indecisive and immature when 3 months ago he was bold and a man of principals.  I am glad I am knowledgable enough to come to my own opinion rather than following the gospel of Dan Shaughnessy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sox they are giving up alot to acquire Coco Crisp, but they are trading from a position where they have a surplus of players.  They need less 3B and more OF, so I make the move.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113798647844564908?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113798647844564908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113798647844564908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113798647844564908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113798647844564908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/01/theo-and-coco-theo-never-really-left.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113794803850037124</id><published>2006-01-22T08:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:40:38.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...sun down to sunrise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;If I lived in Los Angeles and someone asked me if I ever see stars, I'd tell them about the time the shower curtain rod fell on my head.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113794803850037124?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113794803850037124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113794803850037124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113794803850037124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113794803850037124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113791130710076296</id><published>2006-01-21T22:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T22:28:58.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>bye bye nickel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;windy night. pull into the grocery store parking lot and pop the trunk. two bags of bottles and cans to return. five cents per can, sticky hands be damned. lift bags and one caffeine free diet coke can looses itself and hits the asphalt. clink. wind grabs hold, it is gone. rolling like a runaway train. one less nickel in my pocket. can't help but think the can had the same reaction a housecat would if you placed it on the asphalt. bye bye nickel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113791130710076296?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113791130710076296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113791130710076296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113791130710076296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113791130710076296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/01/bye-bye-nickel.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113781272690865478</id><published>2006-01-20T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-20T19:05:26.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we were in a pizza place in Poipu, sitting on a deck outside. nothing too classy b/c we had been out all day and were wiped. beautiful foliage all around us, nice clear night, and a nice breeze. only ourselves and family of four (mom, dad, two teens.) one of the kids, seated to the right/ behind my wife, so in her peripheral vision, keeps pointing to the ceiling of the porch. our food comes, we are drinkin beers, eating pizza, just chilling. she catches the kid pointing out of the corner of her eye. "what's that?" "oh nothing." I had seen the whole time but did not want to mention that there was like 6 anoles crawling around above our heads. she is distracted and looks up. we are no longer chilling. damn lizards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113781272690865478?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113781272690865478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113781272690865478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113781272690865478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113781272690865478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-were-in-pizza-place-in-poipu.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113730289930310811</id><published>2006-01-14T21:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T08:44:25.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mentadent. WTF?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been a long time user of Mentadent toothpaste. Can someone please tell me why they insist on using the annoying 2 piece dispenser? It takes 3- 4 uses before it works correctly. The first few times you either end up with 1/8 of the entire dispenser on your brush or just 1 side of the toothpaste itself on your brush. And don't get me started on the unsanitary base that you are encouraged to keep so you can save 30 cents on refills. I chuck it after every use, so really the base is just another piece of trash destined for the landfill. Lazy, sure, but I can afford the 30 cents rather than scrubbing a piece of plastic every few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand originally they wanted to be unique and stand out, so the packaging was a gimmick. It's been several years, if people are using or not using Mentadent, I doubt it is because of the packaging. Join the rest of your industry and make tubes of Mentadent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113730289930310811?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113730289930310811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113730289930310811' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113730289930310811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113730289930310811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/01/mentadent.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113726880368992419</id><published>2006-01-14T11:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T12:00:03.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My wife called yesterday to say she had passed a very dirty truck on the highway.  Written in the dust on the side of the truck, "I LIKE BOOBS."  Me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113726880368992419?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113726880368992419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113726880368992419' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113726880368992419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113726880368992419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/01/my-wife-called-yesterday-to-say-she.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113633723473981513</id><published>2006-01-03T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T17:13:54.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>we have a bowl of christmas- colored m &amp; m's left over from a party a few weeks ago. earlier today i grabbed a fistful on my way into the kitchen. as i rained them down into my eager mouth, one slipped away, rolling to parts unknown. best guess is it under the fridge. is it urgent for me to retrieve the wayward m &amp;amp; m, or is it's current location it's final resting place? what would you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. don't tell my wife&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113633723473981513?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113633723473981513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113633723473981513' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113633723473981513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113633723473981513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2006/01/we-have-bowl-of-christmas-colored-m-m.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113573565783048352</id><published>2005-12-27T18:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:07:37.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hat Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is cold here, so usually I have to wear a hat.  Well my hair is short, like a crew cut, and starting to grow in.  No longer than 1 inch, but very thick, I still end up with hat head.  I am happy to have hair, but hat head is my curse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113573565783048352?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113573565783048352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113573565783048352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113573565783048352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113573565783048352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/hat-head-it-is-cold-here-so-usually-i.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113562725654679805</id><published>2005-12-26T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T12:00:56.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Attention Pet Owners:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The threat or presence of snow does not make sidewalks and other public places your pet's personal toilet. Bring your pooper scoopers, shovels, gloves or plastic bags regardless of weather. Pick up after Fido. The next warm up which causes snow to melt should not leave sidewalks to greet pedestrians with assorted brown landmines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113562725654679805?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113562725654679805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113562725654679805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113562725654679805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113562725654679805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/attention-pet-owners-threat-or.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113545938251034086</id><published>2005-12-24T13:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T13:23:02.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table id="HB_Mail_Container" height="100%" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="100%" border="0" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="100%" unselectable="on" width="100%"&gt;&lt;td id="HB_Focus_Element" valign="top" width="100%" background="" height="250" unselectable="off"&gt;Fare Thee Well Johnny Caveman...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would not want to be or have a young kid who is a professional sports fan. I am old enough to understand it all about the g's. Do people still call money '"g's"? Your favorite players leave, but I remain loyal to my team. How do you explain it to little Jimmy? "You'll understand one day kiddo, until then, forget Johnny Damon, we've got blankity blank now." Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was shocked when I first saw he was moving to the Yankee$. It was even more shocking that the contract was for 4 years. He and his agent, Scott Bor-ass were publicly saying 7 years was what he would command. The money was a little higher than I would have gone, but to make up for the loss of the 3 additional years, I would think the Sox would have gone there.In many cases it is easy to blame players as being disloyal or greedy. Not in the case of Johnny Damon. Put yourself in his Pumas for a moment. If another employer offered you a 30% raise and the chance to do your work on a bigger stage, most likely you'd jump at it. I don't care if it was your current employer's biggest competitor. Business is business. Your employer would drop you for a cheaper performer, why would you not take care of yourself and your family first? Yes, it hurts to see him go, but it is understandable in my eyes. Besides, like Pedro and Lowe last winter, you get the feeling the Sox were doing just enough to create the perception they wanted him, but in the end were letting him go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are asking, "when your making that much money, what's another $3 mil/ year?" Status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Red Sox front office went from "ok w/out Theo" to disarray on one transaction. They had built up a certain amount of goodwill based on the transactions they had completed to date. I am excited for Josh Beckett, Mike Lowell and Mark Loretta. Glad to see Eddie Renteria go. Now it's a mess again. The front office has no plan and is a wreck. I hope they don't panic and make a move just to grab headlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Johnny Damon the ballplayer. I hate JD the public figure. He is egotistical, chatty and plain silly. Put a microphone in front of him and he turns into Paris Hilton. On the other hand he played hurt and was the best leadoff hitter the Sox have had. He was a primadonna off the field, but a gamer on it. Two years into that contract he is a leftfielder. His arm is a joke. He is still worth the money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will miss him. I will boo him. But I do not blame him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr unselectable="on" hb_tag="1"&gt;&lt;td style="FONT-SIZE: 1pt" height="1" unselectable="on"&gt;&lt;div id="hotbar_promo"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113545938251034086?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113545938251034086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113545938251034086' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113545938251034086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113545938251034086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/fare-thee-well-johnny-caveman_24.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113545799357046863</id><published>2005-12-24T12:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T12:59:53.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The bird in that cuckoo clock makes me nervous.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113545799357046863?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113545799357046863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113545799357046863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113545799357046863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113545799357046863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/bird-in-that-cuckoo-clock-makes-me.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113483690351126896</id><published>2005-12-17T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T08:28:23.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>potato, tomato...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113483690351126896?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113483690351126896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113483690351126896' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113483690351126896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113483690351126896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/potato-tomato.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113469399452647411</id><published>2005-12-15T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-15T16:46:43.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>POTATO GNOCHI (pronounce g-notchy)&lt;br /&gt;AND JOANIE&lt;br /&gt;LOVES CHACHI&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113469399452647411?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113469399452647411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113469399452647411' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113469399452647411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113469399452647411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/potato-gnochi-pronounce-g-notchy-and.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113462269499755217</id><published>2005-12-14T20:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T20:58:15.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been haunted by the memory of a commercial on tv in the early 80's for answering machine tapes.  Someone somewhere must have this or remember it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a rap:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i'm glad you called,&lt;br /&gt;but I'm not home,&lt;br /&gt;but I'll be back before too long,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta wait for the beep,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta leave your name,&lt;br /&gt;you gotta leave your number,&lt;br /&gt;wait for the beep&lt;br /&gt;BEEEP&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there was one that went:&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY'S HOME&lt;br /&gt;NOBODY'S HOME&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please email me if you have or know where I can get this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113462269499755217?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113462269499755217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113462269499755217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113462269499755217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113462269499755217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-have-been-haunted-by-memory-of.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113461798184349413</id><published>2005-12-14T19:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:39:41.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The line at the grocery store cash register seemed to stretch straight out the door to Revere.  Express lane, not this time.  It seemed everyone in front of me had the maximum 12 items, and were paying my check.  It was at the moment I decided to live off of the land.  No more waiting in line, no more hustle and bustle.  And, sadly, no more miniature umbrellas in my drinks.  Well, I guess I could stand in line for those.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113461798184349413?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113461798184349413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113461798184349413' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113461798184349413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113461798184349413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/line-at-grocery-store-cash-register.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113447693017290681</id><published>2005-12-13T04:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T04:32:03.353-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The morning routine.  Out of bed, brush teeth, shower, dry, dress. Repeat. Not today. While on the dry portion of the program this a.m., the sky fell. Actually, the pole holding our shower curtain fell. No Chicken Little to warn me. Just a sharp rap in the center of my head and a shout of "SON OF A BITCH!" Then back to the morning routine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113447693017290681?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113447693017290681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113447693017290681' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113447693017290681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113447693017290681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/morning-routine.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113447639100978747</id><published>2005-12-13T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T04:19:51.023-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'M DREAMING OF A WHITE&lt;br /&gt;FISHSTICK&lt;br /&gt;JUST LIKE THE ONES I USED TO LOVE&lt;br /&gt;MAY YOUR BATTER&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S FLUFFY AND LIGHT&lt;br /&gt;AND MAY ALL YOUR FISHSTICKS&lt;br /&gt;BE WHITE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113447639100978747?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113447639100978747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113447639100978747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113447639100978747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113447639100978747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/im-dreaming-of-white-fishstick-just.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113404270724769895</id><published>2005-12-08T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T17:28:19.786-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Batmobile lost it's wheel, the joker got away. Hey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113404270724769895?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113404270724769895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113404270724769895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113404270724769895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113404270724769895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/batmobile-lost-its-wheel-joker-got.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113400207023023576</id><published>2005-12-07T16:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T16:34:30.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I waited and waited for the slice of mincemeat pie to say something back to me. Silence. It was at this point that I realized the townspeople may be on to something when they call me "loner."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113400207023023576?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113400207023023576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113400207023023576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113400207023023576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113400207023023576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-waited-and-waited-for-slice-of.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113395817847459660</id><published>2005-12-07T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T04:28:46.850-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Despite seemingly constant protestations and his star turn in the adult- themed "Twelve Lays Of Christmas," Tiny Tim was never able to escape the 'tiny' label.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113395817847459660?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113395817847459660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113395817847459660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113395817847459660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113395817847459660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/despite-seemingly-constant.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113392782041943123</id><published>2005-12-06T19:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T19:57:00.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>the sun shined brightly on Otter River.  another sleepy summer day, the wind tickled the reeds of grass that peaked above the waterline.  the buzz of insects and croaking of frogs provided a relaxing soundtrack for the New England afternoon.  I rocked backed and lazily tossed the head of my fishing pole forward with a light thrust.  as the line soared through the air toward the river's center, imagine my surprise when a robin crossed paths with my hook.  better yet, imagine the robin's surprise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113392782041943123?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113392782041943123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113392782041943123' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113392782041943123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113392782041943123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/sun-shined-brightly-on-otter-river.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113375667174021301</id><published>2005-12-04T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T20:24:31.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>it all started on the sandy shores of Maine's Ogunquit beach.  while walking the Marginal Way I approached a group of seagulls.  in a brazen attempt at thievery, one bold seagull darted directly for my BK Chicken Fries.  as I spun to avoid my winged nemesis I knocked into an elderly couple who just second earlier had been several steps behind me.  in the ensuing commotion I lost track of the chicken fries, only to find the elderly woman holding the cardboard package.  she shouted, "YOUNG MAN, DO YOU HAVE ANY KETCHUP?"  I did not know how to answer, thoughts of a diabolical chicken fry plot involving trained seagulls passing through my mind.  In an instant I made a decision that made me the man I am today.  I ran like hell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113375667174021301?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113375667174021301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113375667174021301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113375667174021301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113375667174021301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/12/it-all-started-on-sandy-shores-of.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113331208058831237</id><published>2005-11-29T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T17:26:37.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dear Tom Cruise, I could give a shit about you or your baby. Please get out of our lives. You suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Biggest Loser, I know they mean the person who lost the most weight, but would you want that on your resume after the show?&lt;br /&gt;2005- 2006 Biggest Loser&lt;br /&gt;2001- 2005 Teacher&lt;br /&gt;You couldn't have come up with a nicer name?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Fat Suit users, It's been done. We get it. Fat people are treated shitty. If you are thin and need to go out in public wearing a fat suit to prove this point, you are also stupid. Screw. Seriously, it's been done 1,000,000,000 times, and the results are always the same. Be like me. Gain 25 lbs. and go out in public, and then maybe I'll be interested. Actually, no I won't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Peter Jackson, LOTR was awesome, King King looks brilliant. Each is 3+ hours. At least you are making the movie prices seem reasonable. Not many things you can do for 3 hours and $10.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Academy, Reese Witherspoon is not a complete waste. Yeah, I saw Legally Blonde 2 and thought the same thing; that chick is hot, but terrible. Give her an Oscar for Walk The Line, best movie I have seen this year. Acting is great, singing is surprisingly good, but Reese is the best thing in the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, Walk The Line was only the third or fourth movie I've seen, so maybe that's not saying too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jeff Garlin, Stick to the sidekick roles on Curb and in movies. Your standup act blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Robot Chicken, You rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Mike Lowell, Please stay away from Kevin Millar. You had your bad year in Florida, don't let Kevin's suckiness rub off on you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I've got.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113331208058831237?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113331208058831237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113331208058831237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113331208058831237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113331208058831237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/11/dear-tom-cruise-i-could-give-shit.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113274925384340999</id><published>2005-11-23T04:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T04:34:13.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i said a hip hop the hippie the hippie to the hip hip hop, a you dont stop the rock it to the bang bang boogie say up jumped the boogie to the rhythm of the boogie, the beat&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113274925384340999?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113274925384340999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113274925384340999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113274925384340999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113274925384340999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-said-hip-hop-hippie-hippie-to-hip.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113271103413725172</id><published>2005-11-22T17:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T17:57:14.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Red Sox Trade For Beckett, Lowell. Great move. Prospects for a proven player is always prudent, esp. when the main piece is 25 yrs old with a playoff pedigree better than most guys his age. The Sox have been hyping Hanley Ramirez for a few years now, but his numbers are not that impressive. He will probably blossom into a superstar, but what do I know. Lowell is Millar all over, but with a glove. For his $9 mil a year we get Beckett along with him, so how can you complain. Feel bad for Youk though, looked like he was a starter at 3B, now he is a man without a position. Here's hoping he is the starter at 1B next season. He deserves a shot. Biggest insight on the trade from DMSJR, has anyone named Hanley, Anibal or Jesus ever exceeded in the big leagues? No. How can we be worried then. So sayonarra to those guys, a new number 21 is coming to town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113271103413725172?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113271103413725172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113271103413725172' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113271103413725172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113271103413725172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/11/red-sox-trade-for-beckett-lowell.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113175019291984709</id><published>2005-11-11T15:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T20:41:58.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fox cancelled Arrested Development today. Hopefully someone else will pick it up. Bet there are tons of out of work former stars who are seriously bummed about AD being cancelled.  They revived Jason Bateman's career, and made the Fonz and Chachi recurring characters.  There is hope though.  While waiting for LOST this week we saw the last scene of Freddie, and David Silver from 90210 was on.  Tonight flipping channels we saw Cousin Larry from Perfect Stangers.  There is still a market for these has- beens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side, one less television show to watch gives me more time to... ah, who am I kidding, I'll just watch something else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113175019291984709?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113175019291984709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113175019291984709' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113175019291984709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113175019291984709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/11/fox-cancelled-arrested-development.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113149909963924509</id><published>2005-11-08T17:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T17:18:19.650-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Saw the most coordinated outfit of all time today.  Harry Potter t-shirt and denim Harry Potter backpack with jeans and denim jacket.  Triple denim is impressive.  Triple denim with double Harry Potter is the height of fashion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113149909963924509?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113149909963924509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113149909963924509' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113149909963924509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113149909963924509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/11/saw-most-coordinated-outfit-of-all.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113141343562937265</id><published>2005-11-07T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T18:11:30.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrested Development is awesome. I have no idea why it is not the most popular show of all time. You're telling me that crap like Freddie and The War At Home are getting to decent rating, but Arrested Development is always struggling? People are morons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How I Met Your Mother is decent. It is a very narrow premise, how a guy meets his wife. Each week we see our hero searching for his future wife. The supporting cast is vg, but the main character is completely pathetic. He has funny moments, but no one who is &lt;em&gt;that &lt;/em&gt;relationship- crazy can be completely likeable. The character played by the artist formerly known as Doogie Howser is fantastic. Crass, horny and sarcastic. The show would be better if it was about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That new Johnny Cash flick looks good. It might just be the music in the commercials getting me hooked, but I will see it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113141343562937265?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113141343562937265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113141343562937265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113141343562937265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113141343562937265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/11/arrested-development-is-awesome.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113131332499891825</id><published>2005-11-06T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T16:35:48.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Joke: We go out to eat so much b/c my wife thinks baking and cooking are cities in China.  NOTE:  OVERHEARD FROM 2 GUYS AT PIZZERIA UNO&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113131332499891825?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113131332499891825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113131332499891825' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113131332499891825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113131332499891825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/11/joke-we-go-out-to-eat-so-much-bc-my.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113089710415754424</id><published>2005-11-01T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T18:12:41.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Couldn't be more disappointed in the way the Theo Epstein contract situation turned out. In the near- term it means the Red Sox are a complete mess. In the long run, how can anyone with any semblance of intelligence want to come here? If a young, local guy cannot make it work, why or how could/ would someone else?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may never know the real reason for Theo bolting. Much speculation has surrounded the Larry Luchinno- Theo dynamic. The prevailing theory is that their relationship was strained, Theo wanted more control, ownership back Fuchinno and Theo shocked everyone and walked. The part that bothers me the most is that for the past few years Theo has been the most grounded, mature, voice of reason coming from the direction of the team. Regardless of Manny's trade requests, Charles Steinberg's selling everything but the uniforms off the player's back's, Fuchinno's Evil Empire rants and so on, Theo made it all come together and feel like someone with a level head had the team's on- field present and future performance in mind. He openly railed against the ridiculous Shaughnessy- created curse, even when it was part of the team's marketing campaign. He did not use the Yankee$ payroll as an excuse when he lost to them or lost a player to them. In fact he mentioned he respected them even when Fuchinno was continuing his Kindergarten- style fight with Big $teiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the end I will remember him as articulate, not afraid to stick to his guns, ballsy and ultimately the best Sox G.M. of my lifetime. With Theo at the helm, gone was the aloofness of Dan Duquette. Gone was the rigidity of Lou Gorman. Duquette promised to revamp the farm system, but used those young players for trade bait. Yes he brought Pedro, Tek and Lowe, but he also brought Offerman, Lansing, and a host of other clowns. Theo held on to prospects and for the first time since Clemen$ it looks like there may be a legitimate horse on the way in Papelbon, as well as a host of other much- hyped Pitchers knocking on the door. He was not perfect, but he did bring Big Papi to town. Millar served his purpose for his first two seasons. Bill Mueller won a batting title and solidified 3B. Sure Renteria had a bad first year here, but there is time for improvement. Most of the guys who were busts (beside Eddie Renteria) were high ceiling- low cost players, like Mantei, Wade Miller, etc. You can't really fault him for those. Every GM tries reclamation projects. Hell, that's basically what Big Papi was. He was yanked off the scrap heap and became a stud once Theo picked him up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who knows what will happen and how it will play out from here. There is a press conference scheduled for tomorrow afternoon at Fenway where Theo will address the media. I cannot imagine what he would say at Fenway regarding the situation, but eventually the real truth will come out. A part of me holds out hope that he will have changed his mind ala Ken Macha and re-sign rather than resign. Either way I cannot say a negative thing about the guy or the job he did. He assembled the team that not only made a lot of people happy and he quieted a lot of the nasty negativity that hung over the team like the brown fog of the men's room at Taco Bell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope the Sox are able to find someone of Theo's demeanor, attitude and personality rather than Fuchinno's. Good guys are far and wide when it comes to this team, and treating one of them the way they have with Theo looks like a major mistake today. Could it be Carlton Fisk all over again, just in the front office? (Babe Ruth is a little too dramatic, so I spared everyone that comparison.) Hopefully years from now when his ugly red locks have fallen out, Dan Shaughnessey is not writing about the Curse of Theo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113089710415754424?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113089710415754424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113089710415754424' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113089710415754424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113089710415754424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/11/couldnt-be-more-disappointed-in-way.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113063707358511855</id><published>2005-10-29T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T10:35:20.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>SNOW TODAY! And some accumulation. Son of a diddly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113063707358511855?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113063707358511855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113063707358511855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113063707358511855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113063707358511855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/10/snow-today-and-some-accumulation.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113046194667533826</id><published>2005-10-27T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:20:31.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For a few different reasons I was impartial regarding this year's World Series. Both teams had not won in a long long time. The Astros have a few players that I would love to have seen win one, including Biggio and Bagwell. Houston as a city really stepped up after Katrina, so for the sake of the city's fans, fine with me. I am a big fan of Oswalt and Backe, so it would have been fine if they pulled it out. On the other hand I don't care much for Clemen$ and Pettite, so screw them. If they lose, also fine with me. The White Sox beat the Red Sox, and I generally would pull for the American League. However I cannot stomach Pierzynski (peerstinksky) ,and Ozzie Guillen is a world class jackass. So congratulations to the White Sox, despite their idiot manager and jerkass catcher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe Buck and Tim McCarver drive me nuts. Within two seconds of the end of the game, rather than lauding Chicago, instead Buck mentions 'they are dancing in the streets of Caracas' in reference to Guillen's hometown. Following a runner not advancing on a sac fly, Fox used it's ingame microphone to show Guillen and the runner discussing the play. Both the runner and Guillen agreed that b/c the ball was hit so hard, the runner did the right thing. McCarver then launches into an insane tirade about how he disagrees. The manager and the player involved are certain it was the correct play, but McCarver disagrees. Someone drive him out to a nursing home, switch the TV to a Matlock rerun and lock the door. Tim, you are old and cranky. Please stop killing the Fox broadcasts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my colleagues calls the Red Sox ghostlike owner John Henry 'powder.' I am going to steal that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Larry Luchinno falls in the same category as Ozzie Guillen. Loudmouth, blowhard, etc. The whole situation surrounding Theo should not be occuring. For a young guy, Theo seems to be the most mature and grounded of all the public faces of the Red Sox. Rehire him and get on with the real offseason business, letting Kevin Millar go.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18282953-113046194667533826?l=dmsjr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/feeds/113046194667533826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18282953&amp;postID=113046194667533826' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113046194667533826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18282953/posts/default/113046194667533826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmsjr.blogspot.com/2005/10/for-few-different-reasons-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>DMSJR</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18282953.post-113026868593910271</id><published>2005-10-25T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T12:44:20.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My family subscribed to HBO in the early 1980's. Unlike the modern day HBO, which boasts a wider range of programming, I remember that they constantly played the same movies in those days. Coal Miner's Daughter. Nine To Five. The Deer Hunter. These movies seemed to be on at all times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one particular movie that my younger brother and I always enjoyed. The story centered around a cop with superpowers. Whenever the cop saw a certain color, he would lose his superpowers. The details were sketchy all these years later, but the movie always cracked us up. Recently I googled all of the details I could remember ('cop superpowers color')and after a little digging found the movie's title, Super Fuzz. Title in hand I went to Half.com and ordered the DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having caught the same cold that has put my wife out of commission for the last few, I stayed home sick from work and took the opportunity to catch up on Super Fuzz today. The movie still cracks me up, but for some additional reasons than when I was a kid watching it on HBO. We loved it for being slapstick with a little bit of toilet humor. Those aspects still hold up, but the acting is horrendous and the story ridiculous (calling it a plot would be giving it too much credit.) The comedy of these two points,though unintentional, is hilarious nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our hero, David Speed, played by Terence Hill, is a policeman caught on an island where a nuclear test is being performed. He miraculously survives the explosion and returns to the police force. He teams with his partner, Sgt. Willy Dunlop, played by Earnest Borgnine to become a terrific crime fighting duo, using his superpowers to thwart an array of thieves. He is embarrassed a few times when his superpowers randomly disappear, but eventually realizes that seeing the color red causes him to lose the powers. The duo uncover a counterfeit bill scheme and solve the crime, but Sgt. Dunlop is lost, Speed being accused of his murder. I will not give away the ending, which was obviously an influence to M. Night Shyamalan in his early years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is always fun to watch an 80's movie and see the clothing and styles. Super Fuzz will not disappoint here. The theme song, performed by the acclaimed supergroup The Oceans, is also fantastic. It is your typical disco/ dance music that was used at the time. What I cannot figure out (but would not change) is why they would use Terence Hill for a speaking role, nevermind as the star of the film. His dialogue is delivered as if he were a computer. Hill sounds exactly like a robot, or one of those voiceboxes a smoker might get when they lose their voice. His complete lack of emotion when delivering his lines is impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wholeheartedly recommend Super Fuzz. It may not have won any Oscars and I doubt there were many kids carrying Super Fuzz lunchboxes, but it is the kind of camp that brings back a small piece of your childhood. 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