Another one of these sad anniversaries today. I’m sure everybody already knows that it was 31 years ago when John Lennon was murdered. Hard to believe he was only 40 years old. That seem so young to me now. And John would be 71 – that seems weird, too. I wonder what he’d be up to, what kind of music he’d be making. What he’d have had to say about Bush. A shame we can never know, all because of some nut.

Believe it or not, Newt’s gay half-sister is backing Obama. Newt’s half-gay sister, however, is undecided.

Coax cable was patented 80 years ago today, ushering in the beginning of the end for rabbit ears.{{1}}[[1]]Full disclosure: I have a set of rabbit ears to receive OTA local broadcasts. They are hooked to the teevee via coaxial cable.[[1]]

In preparation for the beginning of snow plowing season (and in light of the fact that I never did get around to building a cab for my tractor – one of many things I didn’t do during the warm months), I bought a new hat and face mask, which I am modeling in this picture (though I didn’t have the beard part pulled up high enough when the photo was taken).

It seems to be warm, and will hopefully give people passing by something to think about. Yeti? Wookie? Unibomber?

Today is the dreaded “Holiday Luncheon” where my group and, like, two or three others go to a nearby “Pizza Pub” to sit around and bow at the feet of our beloved director and lavish praise and gratitude upon him for providing such a wonderful bounty.

I hate to seem ungrateful, but I won’t drink because I have to drive home, and I don’t want to eat pizza and wings (well, I do, but I find it best not to eat that kind of stuff these days), and I really don’t think the onus should be on me to explain why I don’t want to eat, and I don’t care for people keeping track of what I do or don’t eat or drink, and basically it’s an annoying and uncomfortable situation that I really don’t think I should be compelled to go to.

But of course I do have to go, so all I can really hope for is a quick exit (after which, maybe I can go buy beer for the weekend).

Speaking of beer, a new survey reports that – gasp – people often get loaded and shop online, buying shit they later regret. Astonishing.

This just in, grocery shopping while you’re stoned results in a cart full of junk food.

Speaking of getting stoned, just what does Florida Governor Rick Scott have to hide?

Oh well, off to be merry and whatnot.