People no longer need to be subject to the constant con-artistry that lives in their spam folders, but it is sometimes required to delve into the pile in order to retrieve a prized e-mail that may have been misdirected. Whether looking for a response from a beautiful girl, waiting for a message on an important banking matter, or any other occasion in which life itself may hinge upon a single e-mail, sometimes it just doesn’t come. Or it doesn’t seem to come.

She really liked me, though. I’m sure of it… maybe it went to my spam folder. It does happen. But what else is going on in there?

Perhaps I’m being unfair. Maybe it’s a little early in the show. I might even be acting a little over-sensitive to the subject. That’s what I thought last week when watching NCIS: Los Angeles for the first time.

After watching the second episode, I realize that I’m probably right, though.

Right about what? The fact that apparently the writers of NCIS: Los Angeles consider the ‘bad guys’ to be the Latinos.

Okay, so George is dead, Izzie’s alive, drama, drama, drama, etc. Welcome to another ‘very special episode’ of Grey’s Anatomy. I’m not going to write a review about the episode. If you watch the show, you saw it, so you don’t need me to pussyfoot my way through recapping it or any of that crap. I just have one thing to say about it:

Ceviche isn’t “a chopped up fish dish.”

Yes, I still wear Crocs. No, I wasn’t cryogenically frozen back in the summer of 2006 only to be reanimated today. I wear them and I love them.

Well, maybe love is a strong word. I wear them because they’re convenient and comfortable. For a great many people in the fashion world, the phrase ‘convenient and comfortable’ screams ‘bad taste.’ Well, they’re probably right. To heck with them and To heck with good taste. I don’t wear Crocs when I’m performing with an orchestra, having a business meeting, or roofing. I wear them when I’m walking the dog, getting the paper, putzing around town, or cooking.

My father called me last week because he had heard about the season premier of House that came out last night. He was pretty excited about it, because it takes place in a mental hospital. My parents met at a mental hospital back in the early 70’s, which is why this theme is exciting for my family.

Sadly, my parents aren’t some super cool deranged lunatics (I suppose there is a redundancy there), but instead my mother was a psych nurse for about 30 years and my father… well, he had a long career in the field. He started working in a kitchen and got his Master’s in psychology in the early 80’s. The work just sort of fit his personality, part prison guard, part self-righteous prick with a false sense of superiority. No, I’m just kidding, my dad is pretty awesome.

Today I ate ice cream with a fork. This may not seem like much of a big deal, but the result was far better than I had expected.

I just finished eating a nice healthy salad and wanted a nice unhealthy dessert. I got up from my den and went to the kitchen to grab a pint of ice cream and a spoon. Being that I’m a dumbass, I forgot to run my dishwasher last night and discovered that all of my spoons were dirty.

From the way I see it, this is not a ladder fail, but a reasonable understanding of the equipment. The only way there will be a problem with this activity is if there were a catastrophic failure of the hydraulics that hold the scoop up.

The real question is, how frequently do WINs like this make it through failblog, but marked as FAIL?

I’m going to test my understanding of what American conservatism has turned into by responding to Barack Obama’s speech in the method that seems most contrarian. I hope that my new approach to American right-wingery begins a new phase for the glorious GOP.

For a little while now, I’ve been watching a series on youtube called “Test it Tuesday” where a local Pittsburgh news channel tests out some of those As Seen on TV style products. I came across this little gem from April 1, 2008 and felt it was worth talking about:

In this video, the newscaster is [...]

You are now free to move about the cabin

Turn on your news today or last night and you’ll see the survivors. These lucky bastards got onto a plane in Laguardia Airport in NY destined for Charlotte, NC. The plane took off, hit a flock of birds, and lost both engines. What happened next has been [...]