Okay, so it's been awhile since I've written.  Yeah, I've been busy, but who hasn't right?  I know.  There are people out there who are starved for entertainment.  They expect, nay, DEMAND that I keep current with this web page.  Even those people who hate reading my drivel want to see new articles because it keeps them in a routine.  It's like "Hey, a new article by that bozo who writes stupid articles.  I need to read it so that by comparison, everything in my life that I do today will have meaning."  It is especially for those of you out there who suffer with Obsessive/Compulsive disorder that I am busting out of my writer's block and scraping together an article tonight.

We've had temperatures in the 70's recently.  What's up with that?  Not that I like the cold, but December in New England... people are supposed to be freezing appendages off, very private and personal appendages, not sweating them off.  That's not right.  December by definition should be cold.  It's this whole Global Warming thing I tell ya.  The polar ice caps are melting.  Don't bother investing in property on the Cape.  It's going to be the next Atlantis.   Head for the hills.  Soon it's going to be beachfront property.

Moving on...

Do you have your Christmas lights up yet, or should I say, your Festive Holiday lights?  There are those who subscribe to the color lights outside, white lights inside and others who subscribe to the white lights outside and color lights inside.  I admit, I am one of the latter because too many of my color lights outside would fade and become white overtime anyway.  Actually, this year I've hung strobe lights outside.  When cars slow down to look at my house, about 5000 flash bulbs go off in rapid succession.  Sure my electric bill is sky high, but you should see these dazed people wandering the streets afterwards.

I was driving home one night from the community center where I do volunteer work.  I spend time with the "Rich old folks with no one to yell at and boss around" group.  It's nice to give back to the community.  These folks had plenty of yelling to do, too.  Ha ha ha ha... those rich old folks.   You gotta love 'em!  Anyway, I am driving home and I saw these beautiful deer decorations on someone's front lawn.  It wasn't until I almost ran into one of them on the road that I realized they were real deer.  And here I was getting ready to shop for these beauties at Wal Mart.  Tip to the entrepreneurs (and let me tell you, without a spellchecker, that word would never have come out right) out there, lawn ornaments that look like real deer.  Big bucks.  Ha ha ha.  A pun.

Okay, that's enough from me.

Oh wait, there's more.  What's up with Mo Vaughn, the entire NBA, and just about all of professional sports?  Why do we care?  Why do we pay so much money and pay so much attention to people who are... ahem... RECREATING PROFESSIONALLY!  I love sports but I'd rather play than watch.  Unless I feel like swearing a lot.  Then I'd rather watch.