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Mumbai- Notes/Links About Terror

In the past some commenters have complained about graphic comments and images in posts that discussed war/terrorism. I don't believe in sugarcoating the truth so we are going to continue to provide specific details about what happened. It is important to do so that people understand the gravity of the situation and are not able to minimize things. Also, let's not forget that they made a point of going after Jewish/Israeli targets. That doesn't mean that I have no sympathy for the other victims. It is just important to mention that we recognize that alongside hotels, rail stations and restaurants they went for a small, obscure house. It was deliberate. But one way or another justice will be served. Aussie Dave tipped me off to a story that says it appears that the hostages at the Chabad House (Nariman House) were tortured. "They said that just one look at the bodies of the dead hostages as well as terrorists showed it was a battle of attrition that was fought over

Thanksgiving In The Snow

I am a California boy. Born and bred here in paradise I can count on both hands the number of times that I have been in the snow. If you search through the archives you'll find the post that in which I shared that I have never driven a car in the snow. Been a passenger, walked through it, but never been the driver. As a point of interest some of those experiences in the snow have been in Buffalo and Toronto. It was pretty damn cold. Cold enough that I got the general idea for what it must be like to be snowbound which is part of why I have never wanted to torture myself by being forced to live that way on a regular basis. It occurs to me one of the reasons that I haven't really ever gotten into the holiday season is that I don't really relate to all of the winter imagery. When people talk about how hard it was to shovel snow or walk through snowstorms on their way to school I smile and nod my head. I get the general drift. It is wet, cold and uncomfortable. I get it. Wal

#193 It Is Live

Go read: This is Not Your Father's Haveil Havalim (Issue #193) You can read past editions at blog carnival or by clicking on one of these links: Nov 30, 2008 What War Zone??? Nov 22, 2008 Ima on (and off) the Bimah Nov 16, 2008 West Bank Mama Nov 10, 2008 Jewlicious Nov 01, 2008 Esser Agaroth Oct 26, 2008 What War Zone??? Oct 18, 2008 Ill call Baila Oct 12, 2008 The Israel Situation Oct 05, 2008 Writes Like She Talks Sep 28, 2008 A Barbaric Yawp Sep 21, 2008 Random thoughts Sep 14, 2008 Shiloh Musings Sep 07, 2008 Aug 30, 2008 My Shrapnel

Because I Need To Smile About Something

Been meaning to write more about Mumbai, but just don't have it in me at the moment. Almost time to start bitching about the holiday season, but not quite yet. So let's discuss anger management. ANGER MANAGEMENT When you occasionally have a really bad day, and you just need to take it out on someone, don't take it out on someone you know, take it out on someone you don't know. It all started one day when I was sitting at my desk and remembered a phone call I had forgotten to make. I found the number and dialed it. A man answered, saying, "Hello." I politely said, "This is Chris. May I please speak with Robin Carter?" Suddenly, the phone was slammed down on me. I couldn't believe that anyone could be so rude. I tracked down Robin's correct number and called her. I had transposed the last two digits of her phone number. After hanging up with her, I decided to call the 'wrong' number again. When the same guy answered the

Thanksgiving in Mumbai

The world is a strange place. I just finished playing in my yearly football game. For two hours I ran or should I say staggered my way through a muddy field. For two hours I pushed my ancient almost 40 year-old body against 18-20 year olds. And when it was all done we hugged each other goodbye and wished each other well. Driving home I thought about the attacks in Mumbai. Two of my cousins were recent guests in the Chabad house. We emailed each other last night to confirm that they were back home in Israel. I thought about my friend David and his post about his recent trip to India in which he was a guest at the Chabad house. I listened to the news in the car as they explained that this was a well coordinated and professional hit. I thought about how they intentionally attacked a place that they knew had Jews and Israelis. I listened to reports in which they said that the terrorists tried to identify American and British passport holders. An attack on the west. While I sat there

Most Popular Posts of Q3

So in the midst of the Thanksgiving rush I decided to share with you what the blog tracker from Ice Rocket says are the most popular posts of the quarter. It should be noted that I don't necessarily think of these posts as being among my best. The Duggar Family Revisited The Heart Wants What The Heart Wants Going Commando What Are Your Favorite Song Lyrics? Morality Without Religion- A Comment to The Self-Righteous Anger Management Besheret- The Concept of Meeting the Perfect Mate Weird Signs The Electoral College No! No! No! Eye Tattoos Are Out How To Hunt Really Big Game Using The Blog To Build A Community My Beard What Benefits Do You Receive From Being President Alone In The Dark Cheap Sunglasses And just for the heck of it here are a few others I stumbled onto: The Worst Album Covers- Ethel Merman Disco Mix Cheeseburger Leads to 911 Call

Zoo solves mystery of celibate polar bears

Perhaps I am confused , but I thought that the people running the zoos were supposed to know something about the animals. How do you miss this. TOKYO, Japan (CNN) -- Puzzled zookeepers in northern Japan have discovered the reason why their attempts to mate two polar bears kept failing: Both are female. The municipal zoo in the city of Kushiro in Hokkaido brought in a polar bear cub three years ago. They named it Tsuyoshi, after the popular baseball outfielder Tsuyoshi Shinjo, and waited until it reached reproductive age. In June, the zoo introduced Tsuyoshi to its resident bear, an 11-year-old female named Kurumi, and waited for sparks to fly. But much to the disappointment of zookeepers, Tsuyoshi never made any amorous advances toward Kurumi. Earlier this month, zookeepers put Tsuyoshi under anesthesia to get to the bottom of the matter. That's when they made their discovery: Tsuyoshi is a female.

Jack & The "Mortgage Broker"

One of the benefits to having a home office is the opportunity to interact with the fine fellows who call my home. If you're one of the 17 long term readers you know that I am not adverse to interacting with telemarketers . I suppose that it might be considered a bit unfair to play this way, but I find them to be a never ending source of fun. In part it is because I am consistently amazed by the reactions or lack thereof I get to some of the comments I make. I suspect that it is because some of them are bored and with others it is because they don't understand English well enough to follow what is going on. Here is a recap of a recent conversation: Jack : Hello. Mortgage Broker : I am calling for Mr. Jack. May I speak with him? Jack : This is his personal assistant. Who should I say is calling? Mortgage Broker : Tell him it is me. Jack : You want me to say that it is me. He'll be confused if I say it is me calling. Mortgage Broker : Sorry sir, I am only playing fun w

Some of My Favorite Posts

So I decided to try and come up with a collection of some of my favorite posts just for the heck of it. I have an unoffical grouping that is linked in the drop down menu on the bottom right side of the page. But every now and then I like to try and sift through them all. The hard part is trying to figure out which posts I want to highlight or if I should just keep the same old ones as always. In theory I like to think that as I keep blogging I'll come up with some good new stuff so the list will grow. Anyway, here is a list of some of my favorites: A Little Digestive Distress- Chicken Vindaloo I Had a Dream The Story of Two Souls The Bearer of Bad Tidings- One Less Set of Footsteps What The Hell Happened to Courtesy The Supermarket The tears that do not fall Give Me Time and I will Be Rich, Rich, Rich Sounds of My Youth

Coming Soon: My Night With The Shmata Queen

Inquiring minds have been asking for more information about my night with The Shmata Queen. I could tell you about the ballroom dancing. Who knew that a tuxedo and long dress could do so much for people. Or I could tell you about the Chicken Marengo she cooked and how it helped me get better acquainted with the bathroom. But something tells me that if I go into too much detail she'll take that grandma sized black purse and hit me...again. So I'll have to stick to more mundane stories. And I promise not to say anything about the toilet paper that was stuck to her shoe. Ok, I said it, but I also proved that chivalry isn't dead by removing it. Oh so many stories to tell and so little time. What to do, what to do.

If They Don't Agree They Must Be Sheep

As I surf the blogosphere I have to say that I am disappointed by many of the conservative bloggers and their reactions to the election. The latest trend by many is to try and smear those who voted for Obama by claiming that they are all ignorant. In between there is a lot of rhetoric about how much more tolerant the right is about differing point of views. In my experience I have found just as many ignorant conservatives as I have liberals. It is rather disheartening to see how many people seem to have slept through their civics courses. It is disheartening to see how many of them seem to be completely bereft of logic and the ability to engage in critical reasoning. But what really makes me roll my eyes are the constant remarks about sheeple. It is no different than the eyerolling I did for those who made fun of people who voted for Bush. It just proves that people are people no matter who they vote for.

You Can't Kill Batman

Batman RIP' will see "the end of Bruce Wayne as Batman ", according to Grant Morrison. There are rumours that Batman will suffer a gruesome end when his sidekick Robin goes over to "the dark side" and destroys him in a terrible betrayal. Batman, alter ego of Bruce Wayne a wealthy industrialist, operates in the American Gotham City. Others speculate that Wayne may either retire from his duties or be killed by a mystery villain known as the Black Glove. His fate will be revealed in the latest issue of DC Comic's Batman, published on 26 November. Either way, his demise will lead to a hunt for a replacement.

Necrophilia Is Still Illegal in Wisconsin

This story is beyond disturbing. Calling Stephen King. " Three men accused of trying to dig up a grave in Wisconsin in order to have sex with a dead woman entered not guilty pleas this week. The twin brothers, Alex and Nicholas Grunke, and Dustin Radke (all pictured) are alleged to have attempted to remove the body of a 20 year-old woman killed a week previously in a motorcycle crash. The three decided on the woman after seeing her photo in an obituary in the local newspaper. Stranger still perhaps is the legal argument leading to the point. The case in the courts so far hasn’t been whether the three were guilty or not, but whether necrophilia was illegal in Wisconsin or not. A lower court originally found that there was nothing in the state that banned the boys having their way with the corpse, but the State Supreme Court over-ruled that decision in July. The fact that the three brought condoms to the scene to protect themselves was not taken into account by the court."

Tuesday Tunes And Then Some

Rhinestone Cowboy - Glen Campbell Knock Three Times - Tony Orlando and Dawn Seasons In The Sun - Terry Jacks Alone Again -Gilbert O'Sullivan Baby Can I hold you - Tracy Chapman Burn - The Cure Picture - Kid Rock and Sheryl Crow Rockstar - Nickelback Photograph - Nickelback Something - The Beatles Hold On Loosely -.38 Special 6th Avenue Heartache -The Wallflowers Californication - Red Hot Chili Peppers Baby Please Don't Go - Big Joe Williams Running With the Devil - Van Halen God's Gonna Cut You Down -Johnny Cash

I Hate My Computer Armoire

I hate my computer armoire. The damn thing looks very similar to the one in the picture. There are two distinct difference s between mine and the one in the picture. There are two long doors on mine and not four. The front of the doors doesn't have that plantation shutter look. When we purchased this monster it was with great fanfare and excitement. It was going to serve with great distinction as a highly functional piece of furniture. Unlike its predecessor it wouldn't look like it had escaped from a cubicle. If company came over all you needed to do was simply shut the door and the office look was gone. With a chalkboard, bulletin board and built in cubbies it would make it easy to stay organized. Alas I quickly learned that the best laid plans can go astray. Let's start with the lack of leg room. I spend hours at the computer. It is where I work. It is the place that I need to be at to be most productive so that I can make the dough it takes to run a household. Not to

Life: Every Time I think I Have Figured It Out I Haven't

An attorney friend of mine once told me that he thought that blogging about personal affairs could be a dangerous exercise. When I asked him to explain he said that if for some reason you were involved in a lawsuit your blog could potentially be used against you. I thanked him for his advice and told him that Shakespeare was right about lawyers. I blog for many reasons, one of which is the chance to use this place as my personal laughing place. It is one of the ways in which I blow off steam. A harmless exercise that doesn't involve consuming any carcinogenic, hallucinogenic or otherwise harmful substances. It is where I explore my thoughts and try to establish a framework for how to handle more challenging situations. And believe me, life is full of challenges. It is a funny thing, life that is. Funny in a hah, hah sort of way and a damn this sucks so badly if I didn't laugh I'd cry kind of way. It is the sort of rollercoaster that simultaneously thrills and scares you s

How To Deal With Pirates

Michael Oren has an essay in the WSJ that discusses how to deal with pirates. Oren provides a historical context in which he addresses what a young U.S. did then and offers a suggestion for the current situation as well. If you read the essay you'll see that somethings never really change. Here is a brief excerpt. The choice was excruciating. No longer protected by the British navy and lacking any gunboats of its own, the U.S. had no ready military option. Nor did it have international support. Jefferson's attempt to create an international coalition together with European states was summarily rejected. Defenseless and internationally isolated, most Americans were opposed to devoting their scarce resources to building a navy and instead favored following the age-old European custom of bribing the pirates -- the euphemism was "tribute" -- in exchange for safe passage. "Would to Heaven we had a navy to reform these enemies to mankind or crush them into non-existe

Saturday Night Music

Just finished dinner a short time ago. Went out with a dear friend who is in the middle of getting divorced. Here is some of the music that played in the background courtesy of the iTunes shuffle. Some of it probably wasn't the best choice, but it worked. Fire and Rain - James Taylor Knocking on Heaven's Door - Bob Dylan Can't Find my Way Home - Blind Faith I Cant Get It Out Of My Head -ELO Crying - Roy Orbison In The Mood - Robert Plant Loving Her Was Easier (Than Anything I'll Ever Do Again) - Kris Kristofferson Brown Eyed Handsome Man - Waylon Jennings Canyon Reverie - R. Carlos Nakai What I've Done - Linkin Park Battle Without Honor Or Humanity -Tomoyasu Hotei I Can Love You Like That -John Michael Montgomery Crossposted here .

Haveil Havalim #192 is Live

I am pleased to let you know that the Best of the Jewish/Israeli blog carnival is ready and available for your review: Haveil Havalim #192: The Thanks and Giving Edition . Please help us promote the carnival by notifying your readers and those on your email lists. Crossposted here .

A Busy Week

Let's see what has happened this week: 1) My nephew had surgery on Wednesday. Simple removal of the tonsils, adenoids and a set of tubes. 2) My father had a gastric bypass on Thursday. 3) On Saturday my sister had a car accident. 4) On Saturday night I set sail for parts and places unknown. Crossposted here .

I Hate Doing Dishes

Just in case you were wondering I really dislike doing dishes. It was one of my chores growing up along with taking out the trash and a host of other things. I can't quite tell you why I dislike it so much, there really is no one reason. On a side note over the years I have heard an interesting debate among people regarding hand washing versus the dishwasher. Proponents of both methods have claimed that their preference is the best way of cleaning. As I understand it the arguments go like this: Hand washing: The dishwasher misses things and leaves bits and pieces on the dishes. Dishwasher- This is the only real method of disinfecting the dishes. From my perspective the only reason to hand wash is because the item cannot go inside the dishwasher due to fragility or size constraints. Either way I still don't like doing dishes.

Live Like You Were Dying

I really like this song . I appreciate the sentiments for so many reasons. He said I was in my early forties with a lot of life before me when a moment came that stopped me on a dime and I spent most of the next dayslooking at the x-rays Talking bout the options and talking bout sweet time I asked him when it sank in that this might really be the real end how's it hit you when you get that kinda news man what'd you do and he said I went sky diving I went Rocky Mountain climbing I went 2.7 seconds on a bull named Fu Manchu and I loved deeper and I spoke sweeter and I gave forgiveness I'd been denying and he said someday I hope you get the chance to live like you were dying. He said I was finally the husband that most the time I wasn't and I became a friend a friend would like to have and all the sudden going fishin wasn't such an imposition and I went three times that year I lost my dad well I finally read the good book and I took a good long hard look

The Science of Lines

I thought that this article about the study of queuing was interesting. Especially as it sometimes feels like I spend my life waiting in lines for one thing or another. And in case you are wondering, the answer is that you stand in line, not on line . If you read the whole article you'll see that they found that knowing how long you are going to wait reduces anxiety. Duh. I could have predicted that. But it still doesn't solve the problems you sometimes encounter when stuck behind the man/woman who screams into their cellphone or whose unpleasant scent makes you want to gag. You may not know it, but the seemingly mundane task of forming a queue at the airport, a fast-food joint or a post-Thanksgiving midnight sale is the subject of careful study by experts in the field of queuing psychology. The findings may not always reduce wait times, but they can cut frustration and make people feel better, or even happy, about waiting in line, said Richard Larson, who has researched que

Some Songs That I Have Been Thinking About

Cleaning out my garage made me think of a bunch of different songs from the past. Call To The Heart - Giuffria On The Loose - Saga Heat of The Moment - Asia (Cartman's version right here , along with Come Sail Away ). Come on Feel The Noise - Quiet Riot Holy Diver - Dio Winds of Change - Scorpions Under A Raging Moon - Roger Daltrey After The Fire - Roger Daltrey Rock of Ages - Def Leppard And now a link to a mix of power ballads . Oy, I am laughing too hard.

Paulson resists Democrats' call To Rescue Homeowners

This report in the LA Times angers me. We can argue all day long who is at fault for the economic issues. We can point fingers and talk about irresponsible spending on the part of business and consumers and suggest that they reap the rewards of their actions. In theory I agree with that. It is important for people to take responsibility for their actions. However there comes a point at which we have to help people. And it bothers me that will loan businesses untold amounts of money to help save them. It infuriates me to think of how much help the automakers receive and we can't do a freaking thing to help out the common man. If the Big 3 weren't so big, if they weren't tied in to so many jobs I'd say to let them fail. Let them reap the rewards of not working harder and smarter. But that can't happen right now. Treasury Secretary Henry M. Paulson told unhappy congressional Democrats on Tuesday that, barring a new catastrophe, the Bush administration intended to s

When Do You Start Mourning

One of the benefits to reaching a certain age is that you start to gain a fair amount of life experience. You have been around the block a time or two and so you find that some situations have presented themselves a time or two. As a father I have been blessed to see the birth of my children. As a grandson I have had to say goodbye to some of my grandparents. And as a friend I have had the sad task to watch some dear friends pass away far too early. And I have also had the chance to witness the grief and struggles of other friends/family members as they have said goodbye to their parents. It is not an easy thing. I am not sure if we are ever really prepared to let mom and dad go. No matter how independent you are there is something very comforting in knowing that they are still around. When my parents purchased their plots I was a little weirded out. I appreciated their pre-planning and their efforts to make a hard time easier, but it was still strange. G-d willing when I am 130 an

High School is Over- Now What

-- advertisement -- The time in between the end of high school and the beginning of college is one that many people find to be both exciting and challenging. It is a period of growth in which young people start trying to answer questions about themselves, who they are, what they believe and what they hope to become. Sometimes the hardest question to answer is where to go to try and find the answers to these questions. It can be a challenge finding a place that doesn't offer a one size fits all or a black and white mentality. SIACH is a program that aims to address many of those concerns. It offers students a chance to explore, discuss and learn about Judaism, Israel and their own identification with each. And it does it from a pluralistic standpoint so that people of multiple backgrounds can find a place within. It is located within Jerusalem in The Goldstein Youth Village, a place near and dear to my heart. Not only does it offer students a chance to learn about themselves,

How Astronauts Exercise

CNN has an interesting article about how astronauts try to stay in shape. But floating around in zero-G can have some serious consequences for the human body, NASA's experts have learned, including the weakening of bones. In fact, studies have shown that space travelers can lose 1 to 2 percent of their bone mass each month on average, according to NASA. One way that astronauts have been fighting bone loss is through strength training. And they're getting some help with a new machine delivered this week by the shuttle Endeavour, which docked with the international space station on Sunday. The advanced Resistive Exercise Device, aRED for short, functions like a weight machine in a gym on Earth, except it has no conventional weights. Instead, it has vacuum cylinders -- canisters with air that have had a vacuum applied -- that provide concentric workloads up to 600 pounds, NASA says. The device works somewhat like a bicycle pump, only in reverse, said Mark Guilliams, a NASA tra

Is It Blogworthy

Here is some unsolicited advice for any who wish to take it. It is always worth considering whether the post in your head is blogworthy. Take a moment to consider what you are doing and what you hope to accomplish. Spend a minute asking yourself if you could say the same thing in person and you'll likely save yourself some grief. In the early days of my blogging career when I was completely anonymous I had very few rules for what I was willing to post. If I felt like writing about something than I did so. Since I had almost no readers it didn't occur to me that there was any reason to censor myself. And for the most part I really didn't. Over time my feelings on the matter evolved and I found that I was beginning to develop unwritten rules for what I was willing to discuss online and what was left unwritten and unsaid. You can attribute the genesis of this to having people who know me discover this place. It wasn't so much that what I said was so embarrassing, but the

Goodbye My Lover

James Blunt has kind of a funny voice , but I thought that the lyrics weren't bad. "Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun, Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won. So I took what's mine by eternal right. Took your soul out into the night. It may be over but it won't stop there, I am here for you if you'd only care. You touched my heart you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew when, My heart was blinded by you. I've kissed your lips and held your hand. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell. I've been addicted to you. [x2] Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I am a dreamer and when i wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me, Remember us and all we used t

A Roundup of Recent Posts- November 16, 2008

Memories of a House Part 2 Sunday- Household Chores How To Lose Won't You Take Me To Funkytown Havel-Havalim, The “Mama Rachel” Edition Truth In Blogging James Bond Themes 100 Movie Spoilers in Five Minutes Holding a Grudge And your blast from the past: "I'm So Happy I can't Stop Crying" It is Ray Charles Self-Doubt On a Sunday Night

Memories of a House Part 2

You can find the first part over here . Our landlord called me at the office to let me know that he was serious about evicting us and suggested that I could make life easier by cooperating with him. I told him that if had been a mensch about things it would have made life much easier for him. There was a long pause on the other side of the line and I knew that he was trying not to blow up at me. I didn't give him time to say anything and told him that I appreciated his position. I explained that I understood why he wanted to move quickly and I told him that we weren't going to wreck the place. I asked him to understand that just as he was going to look out for his best interests so would we. I said that if he wanted to work out a better arrangement it would be wise for him to discuss it with me. Again there was a pause. I knew that I was testing his patience and that he felt like we were in the wrong. But I also knew that while I sat in my office there was a newborn in my ho

Sunday- Household Chores

Another Sunday is almost on its way out the door. It is after dark and I haven't managed to take a shower yet. Had I not spent the majority of the day attending to various household chores I'd call myself a slacker. Truth is that I wonder where the hell the time went. It feels like I woke up an hour ago and now the end of the day approaches. I find it irritating this feeling of wondering where the time went. Although I can account for my time, I still don't feel like I got enough done. Just for the heck of it let's create a list and see if it makes me feel better. 1) Cleaned up four bookshelves. 2) Organized the home office. 3) Steam cleaned the carpet. 4) Got rid of various piles of papers that I had been saving to look at. 5) Made a list of things to do for the jobs that pay the bills. And that is just a partial list of the things that I did. It should make me feel better. I should feel like I got things done, that I was productive, but I don't. The beauty of

How To Lose

The soccer season has but one more game left in it. One more game and I regain some time that I had to allocate to coaching. For those who care that means that I won't have to devote time during the week running practices or thinking about who should play what position. And of course it also means that one day each weekend will not be committed to coaching the game. I'll miss some of this. I'll miss watching the boys develop new friendships and the skills that they have picked up because of their involvement. If you have ever wondered how to make the Shmata Queen roll her eyes spend a few minutes trying to talk to her about sports. If you really want to make her crazy tell her that you can't do something because you must be home to see the game. I can't say that I don't see her point. When you're time is really limited it is really hard to figure out how to best allocate your attention. But when it comes to children's sports I have made the crazy que

Won't You Take Me To Funkytown

In the late '70s I remember listening to Lipps sing about going to Funkytown . I wondered where it was and looked for it on a map. I couldn't find it. I went to the library and asked the research librarian if she could take me to Funkytown. She threatened to call my mother. I was perplexed, dismayed and disturbed. Why couldn't she at least tell me how to get there. Was there a bus, a train or a plane that could take me to Funkytown? I had an allowance and a lot of baseball cards, surely they would serve as compensation for the fare. I never did find out how to get to Funkytown. But then in the '80s I learned about Electric Avenue. Eddie Grant sang about Rocking down to Electric Avenue. I wondered if that was in Funkytown, not that it mattered because Funkytown might as well have been in Antartica. The Beastie Boys sang about not sleeping until Brooklyn. That made me feel better, because at least I knew where Brooklyn was. It took me until college to not only learn b

Truth In Blogging

TherapyDoc has a post in which there is a discussion about truth in blogging. Or should I say that she notes that her son said something about bloggers not making stuff up. Now I don't know her or her son and so I cannot speak to whether their comments were tongue in cheek. However I can say that not every story on my blog is what you'd refer to as non-fiction. Yep, some of these tales are just that tales that have been conceived, constructed and crapped out by your's truly. What really cracks me up is how many people believe them. Now certainly there are many stories here that are real. They're storie about things that have happened and I have blogged about them to the best of my ability. Some of the personal tales probably would be told differently by others who were there, but that is because we all have our own interpretations of our experiences. But every now and then I like to slip a tale or two in that should probably be labeled as fiction. I really don't

James Bond Themes

Time Magazine's article about James Bond themes caught my eye. They list what they consider the five best and five worst ever. Here is their list of the five worst: All Time High , Rita Coolidge Octopussy- I disagree with Time. This wasn't the worst. Sheena Easton's song makes my head hurt. But that doesn't mean that I like this one. It is just slightly better than awful. You Know My Name , Chris Cornell Casino Royale I disagree with Time again. I liked this song. It is not incredible, but it is not bad. Thunderball , Tom Jones- C'mon, it is Tom Jones. This one still works for me. Tomorrow Never Dies , Sheryl Crow - Eh, it is not great. Kind of reminds me of The Scorpions Still Loving You . Another Way to Die , Jack White and Alicia Keys Quantum of Solace - Time and I disagree yet again. I kind of like this one. And Now the Five Best: Nobody Does it Better Carly Simon The Spy Who Loved Me- We're in agreement on this one. I like it. We Hav