This is Really Happening

I Have No Accent

Some time ago I took this quiz which told me that I lived in the Midland--which seems a bit far from western Massachusetts where I have always lived. But I do remember that once, when I met someone from Toronto, he insisted that I had a Toronto accent. I replied that maybe people from Toronto had a western Massachusetts accent. I still think I'm right. But he seemed a bit miffed at the idea. Oh well...

Also, I'm surprised that Boston was high up on my list as well. I mean, you would never hear me say that "I had no ideaR that I pahked my cah in the gahrage."

Connecticut Senate Race = Teen Drama

Having worked with high school students much of my life, I realized that the Connecticut Senate Race has been nothing more than a teen drama:

Okay, so Lieberman and Connecticut loved each other. But then Lieberman started flirting with the Republicans so Connecticut got jealous and slept with Lamont. Now Lamont had thought that Connecticut loved him, but she was just using him to make Lieberman jealous--he wasn't the only game in town. But when he came crawling back to Connecticut begging for a second chance she took him in.

But don't get too complacent Joe. Sooner or later Connecticut will realize you're just a player and you'll be dumped for good.

Is It Bad?

Is it bad that I am taking great joy in watching Republicans lose?

I don't think so.

NECN has pointed out several times that Kerry Healey has served the last four years without pay...

suckah!

And it's certainly true that she is better than her campaign was...but, let's face it, not that much better.

I will say though that her concession speech was very gracious. So she's got that going for her.

....

Currently watching Kennedy's victory speech. Hehe, I had kinda forgot he was in an election, even though I voted for him at 7 this morning.

And, finally: yes it seems that Massachusetts has elected Deval Patrick (woot woot!) governor. Only the 2nd African-American governor in the nation's history. It's nice to be on the right side of history again here in Massachusetts, just like we were when we legalized gay marriage. Let's keep it that way and keep ourselves on the cutting edge of history.

UPDATE: Ted Kennedy just did an Schwarzenegger impression!

Not To Become

Not to become a celebrity birthday blog, but I must say that the following celebrities share today as their birthday:

John Adams (everyone's favorite defense attorney-271), Ezra Pound (everyone's favorite poet and fascist-121), Charles Atlas (your favorite old-school body builder-113), Grace Slick (whom should have retired YEARS ago-67), and Henry Winkler (yes, the Fonz is 61).

I'm still trying to find something they have in common. Any ideas?

Because It Does Matter

What do Jaclyn Smith, Pat Sajak, and Hillary Rodham-Clinton all have in common?

Yes, of course you got it--they all turned 59 years old today.

And I care about celebrity birthdays because, as you know, the birthdays of celebrities are far more important than our own.

Which brings me to what I meant to post yesterday. Yesterday was Packy's seventh birthday. And, as he is a future celebrity (remember his career plan IS film director) I figured it was worth mentioning to all of you. Yesterday was also Pablo Picasso's birthday. Or would have been. I definitely see the connection between the two. I'm not so sure about the connection between Packy and Bobby Knight but that's okay too. I only need to focus on Picasso and an artistic streak. I don't have to focus on throwing chairs and verbally abusing the young athletes who are under your tutelage. Packy's too happy-go-lucky for that.

At this point, you might of course be wondering what famous people share a birthday with me. Well, first of all, Chris Farley was born on the same day as I was. So I guess he owes me a bottle of champagne or something. You know, from our dead pool. I also share my birthday with Matt Groening, which is cool, and Harvey Korman, which makes me yawn a bit. Oh, and I also can't forget Cesar Romero, Susan B. Anthony, and, everyone's favorite astronomer Galileo.

Quite the crowd I'm in with.

Anyway, that shows you how little I have to do with my day.

Not Much

As always, I don't have too much going on right now. At least nothing worth writing about.

But, let's see, what is new. Hmmmm. Well, Packy will be turning seven on Wednesday. He had a party yesterday. Very "Lord of the Flies" with fifteen little six and seven year olds  on a sugar-fueled rampage.

I also made a beef stock on Friday. I'm still not sure how it came out. I do know that I totally dirtied up the oven with splattering grease from the marrow bones I was cooking.

mmmmmmmmmm marrow.

And on a related note--I know it's an old book at this point, but I highly recommend that you read Tony Bourdain's Kitchen Confidential. Great stuff all around, even though parts of it will, well, change your perspective on the food you're ordering. I know I'll never eat swordfish again. But that's just me. You do what you want.

Well, that's all that comes to mind right now. See ya.

Why I (heart) My Job

From a piece of student writing:

"If I could kill anything it would be Mother Nature. She always has to piss all over everybodies day, and it sucks."

Happily

I came here to good old Typepad thinking I had something to write about, but now that I'm here I realize I don't. Oh well. At least this won't be as bad as yesterday's post.

Exactly.

Well, I'm sitting here at work, not particular looking forward to the last hour and a half of my day. But that's okay too. The first half of the day was a breeze as we worked on Huck Finn projects.

for those of you interested in Dee and Packy news, I don't have much of any. Although the other day Packy was recounting a story about how some kid was bothering him at school and he ended his story with: "And he walked away happily, with a smile on his face." Gotta love a kid who can come up with a sentence like that while he's still learning all of his long and short vowel sounds.

Overheards

Overheard in West Side:

"Bill Gates is Super rich. He's a bulti-, bulti-, bulti-millionaire."

Overheard at work:

"I didn't call you FAT. I called you CORPULENT."

School Lunch Menu

First Lunch: Hot Turkey Sandwich

Second Lunch: Warm Turkey Sandwich

Third Lunch: Cold Turkey Sandwich