Incredible superbowl game.  Go Saints!

On a side note, anybody think that Pete Townshend did an excessive number of windmills during the superbowl show?  I thought the poor guy’s arm was going to fly off during one particularly aggressive series…

Radio Loveless…reincarnated in blog form!

They say dogs resemble their owners…  This would be true in my case if I had a bulldog.

I want this on my kitchen floor.

In my experience the temperature generally rises a bit after a big snowfall, but that wasn’t the case today in Brooklyn.  As my own nipples puckered up outside this morning, I thought about the poor witches in the world, whose nipples supposedly are always cold.  It turns out (per Wikipedia) that the saying “Colder than a witch’s titty” has a long history.  Here’s a snippet of the article:

“According to witch-hunters during the height of the witch trials (c. 1645), the witches’ mark (also called a witches’ teat) indicated that an individual was a witch. The witches’ mark, witches’ teat, and the devil’s mark are all terms applied to essentially the same mark…. The “witches’ teat” has been adapted to mean something of a cold or foreboding nature. A common function of the word as slang is used as a representation of cold temperatures. An example of this is: “It’s colder than a witches’ teat out here!” or “Teats, it’s cold!”“

I’m here!  I’ve entered the blogosphere.  My friends blog, and since I have very little will of my own, I did what they did.

This photo is of Polly Jean, my new puppy.  My fiance found her at the local animal shelter.  She’s at least part dog.  Maybe part fox…or dingo?  One thing’s for sure, she’s a poop-machine.