You've got to pick a Pocky or two.

Yet another amazing resource found on the world wide web. I love the internet!!

Mum's the word.

Does anyone actually hate their mother enough to bring her to Outback on Mother's Day?

Yes we have no bananas.

Thoughts over a steaming stack of banana pancakes: Why in this country do we only have a single variety of banana? I mean, just like apples, oranges, pears, grapefruit, etc., different varieties of banana exist in the world. And yet in any given supermarket or grocery store across this vast land we're limited to that single measly familiar one. (I'm talking mass distribution here - I know you can find a few others throughout the city at bodegas, specialty markets, etc. but that is definitely not the case in grocery stores across the country.) And to further boggle the mind, I've been told by a few reliable sources that even that single variety of banana does not taste as good these days as it once did years ago.

So I ask you, what gives? Why only one variety of banana, and why has that single variety declined in deliciousness over the years? And furthermore, why has this topic consumed so much of my mental energy? I've come up with a few different theories, which maybe I'll share at a later date. And maybe I won't. It's always possible I'll move on to some other imponderable...

Homicide Handbook

Ever wonder what could possibly drive a sane person to kill another human being? Here's an answer: a walk through midtown at lunchtime on a sunny spring day. That'll do it.

Guess I'll die another day.

Ok, as things finally seem to be relatively back to normal in my life, I'm going to get back to the regular updates. Now that the weather has been nice enough to consistently keep my office windows open, I've noticed that around 3:00 or so everyday there's a man somewhere in the vicinity who begins shouting the same unintelligible phrase over and over, for hours on end. It always continues until I leave the office, and I have every reason to believe long after that, as he shows no sign of stopping or slowing down. To me it sounds like the rantings of a crazy person, though one of my co-workers thinks he's selling something down on the street. I have no idea. And while I have to admit that I do find it mildly annoying, you just have to admire that kind of dedication to something. I mean, screaming for hours on end, every afternoon. I can't say I've ever been that dedicated to anything in my life. I guess I'd rather be sleeping or watching tv.