A Boy Becomes a Man

Yesterday, I became a man. I carved the family Thanksgiving turkey for the first time.

I was lounging downstairs on the couch in front of the TV watching football, like a man should (or was it the "Everybody Loves Raymond" marathon that I was watching?) when I heard my mom shout, "Adam, we need a man up here to carve the turkey. Us ladies are helpless." (or maybe she said, "Adam, do you want to come up and help?") So I reluctantly turned off the game (or maybe "Raymond") and went up stairs and confidentally went at the turkey ("Do I take these off first?" "Is that right?" "Should I cut through this bone?")

And in the end, we had some fantastic shavings of turkey and a well groomed turkey carcas. It really was a beautiful sight. Howver, I still have some learning to do. My grandfather really is a master, leaving almost nothing but the bone behind when he's done. Maybe next year he can guide me through the process.

Regardless, yesterday when the day started I was a boy but by the end of the day, I had become a man.

The New iPod

Oh...what's this?

It looks like an iPod. Let's open it up and see!

HAHAHA! That's not an iPod, that's Chia Scooby-Doo! You're playing a trick on me - you're so silly, Chia Scooby-Doo.

Here it is. An iPod!


More specifically, my iPod. And it makes me happy.

Uh Oh, Lunna looks sad

I think she might be jealous. Lunna, there's no need to be jealous. We can all be happy together.


Lunna, iPod and me - one happy family.

Gazoontite

I feel really uncomfortable saying, "God bless you" after people sneeze. I'm not a religious person at all, and I'm also not really sure how I feel about God (you know, he said all those things, but he really does give a lot to charity...) so I don't know if it's appropriate for me to ask for His blessing after hearing someone sneeze. And yet it's a habit.

Instead, I've been trying very hard to say, "Gazoontite" (I think that's how it's spelled). So I get to shun God and use a really fun word. Everybody wins...except for God.

UPDATE: Right, it's actually "Gesundheit" but much like God, I don't believe in Germans either. Thus, I insist it's spelled "gazoontite" and it comes from the Yiddish word "gazoon" meaning, "Quiet, there is a bris in progress and the mohel needs to concentrate!"

The Eyebrow Hello

I tend to say hi to strangers on the street. Just kind of a non-chalant, "hello" as we breeze by each other. But lately, instead of the verbal hello, I've been using the eyebrow hello. I'm not sure if this is the official name for the movement, if it even has an official name, but I'm calling it that. Whenever I walk by someone lately, whether it's in my office or in the hallway or on the street, I lift my eyebrows a tad. Kind of like this:

My normal eyes


And then as I pass somebody


I certainly didn't invent this movement, but I'm not sure why this has become my thing all of the sudden. And why am I doing it so excessively? I'm eyebrow helloing everyone I pass! Coworkers, strangers, passing cars. I think I even eyebrow helloed a dog today (it should be noted that I'm pretty sure the dog eyebrow helloed me back, or whatever the dog equivalent is).

But I'm putting an end to it now. I don't know if I can go cold turkey; I just don't have the strength inside me. And to be honest, there is a time and a place for the eyebrow hello. But it certainly isn't at every person/animal I see. I may need help. If you all find this getting out of hand, an eyebrow hello intervention may be necessary. If it comes to that, feel free to bring the electric razor - that may be the only answer.

Happy Birthday Purplegirl

You might have noticed the background of the page is purple (if you didn't, just hit refresh). That is, of course, in celebration of my good friend Purplegirl's birthday, which is today. She's very far away from me right now, and yet I'm still sitting here with confetti falling from my ceiling and a party hat on my head. That's how happy I am for Sarah.

So happy birthday. I miss you and I hope you have a spectacular day.

Sorry Everybody

Sorry Everybody
There isn't much else to say.

The Root Down Issue

Election 2004 Reuters/Zogby Daily Tracking Poll: 95% Republicans Won't Kick It "Root Down" While Democrats Will, News Reuters/Zogby Poll Reveals

95% of all Republican voters polled said that, if given the choice between kicking it "root down" or "not at all" they would choose "not at all." Democrat voters skewed almost as strongly in the opposite direction - 88% said they would rather kick it "root down." This telephone poll of 1,208 likely voters was conducted from Friday through Sunday (October 29-31, 2004). The margin of error is +/- 2.9 percentage points.

Pollster John Zogby: "It is quite clear that the two sides strongly disagree on this issue. The real news here, however, is that four years ago when polling this same question, 96% of those phoned responded with dead silence, unsure of what the question even meant. Only Nader voters had a response then, 100% of them choosing to kick it 'root down.' In the last four years, knowledge of 'kickn' it' and one's different options when doing so has become a hot button issue and we look for both candidates to quickly release statements."

Poll results were unclear whether or not putting your "boot down" or wearing your "goose down" would be a factor in "kickin' it" preferences.