So I finally gave in to Jamie Lee Curtis’ endless screeching about how wonderful Activia is and asked Earl to pick up a four pack of the brew the last time he went grocery shopping.

The latest round of commercials featuring Ms. Curtis have her licking spoons and telling the world how great this stuff is for both men and women because the active cultures (scientifically known as Tootis Poopis Doopis) are suppose to aid the digestion of people who’s plumbing apparently starts to fail in the middle years of their life.

Despite Ms. Curtis’ glee about regular bowel movements and her ease of achieving such regularity, I think her claims are full of shit.

I have had a raging headache since I ate my first batch of the crap on Sunday and the headaches have not let up. Today I announced to Earl, via corporate email mind you, that I was chucking the rest of that crap inducing crap away and that I would be drinking three times my normal intake amount of water in efforts to get the Tootis Poopis Doopis out of my system, pronto.

Earl advised that I should just eat more salad. I couldn’t agree more.

So instead of embracing the brief moment of insanity I had when Jamie Lee Curtis convinced me to coach my bowels along, I will return to my previously scheduled on going struggle to not kick in the screen of the television when I see her proclaim how sweet smelling her gas is because of Activia.

One thing I pondered briefly: do the active bacteria in Activia wave back when a person is getting a colonscopy? That might be kind of startling.



So I am curious as to how people prefer to “follow” other people on the Internet these days. Do you prefer to follow Twitter? Facebook? Google+? Individual blogs (like this one)? Are you more inclined to use the more adult sites and apps like bear411?

Personally, I think the best way to reach out to another person is still to meet them in person and talk to them face to face. But with the ability to make friends far away where meeting face-to-face isn’t a readily available opportunity, we rely on electronic means to communicate. Twitter is my go to for “snappy” blurts of information and it’s also the source for much of my news these days (which, of course, I follow up with fact checking after reading something on Twitter). It’s also the favorite of my social networking sites because it feels the least intrusive. Facebook creeps me out with it’s advertising. I occasionally see an ad that pops up in the sidebar on Facebook that is very much tailored to my lifestyle but in theory, Facebook shouldn’t know about my interest in product X because I’ve never discussed anything remotely like that on Facebook. Unless Facebook was tracking me around the internet, they’d never know that I was searching for a weather radio, for instance, because I don’t believe I’m a member of any storm chasing groups on Facebook.

I favor Google+ over Facebook simply because I like the interface better. The walls ring hollow since there’s a lot of people over there that aren’t saying much, though. My relatives and friends are on Facebook, so that’s why I use that. I wish more people were on Google+.

As far as the “adult apps” go, I have a few of them on my phone but I rarely use them. If Earl and I are traveling I might fire them up and see who lives nearby, asking Earl if Man X is cute in the process, but other than voyeurism I don’t really have an invested interest in those apps.

So, I’d like to know what apps and social networking sites my gentle readers use. Let me know what the cool kids are using these days.



The Dunkin’ Donuts clerk just asked me if I was going to ever change up my order a bit. Everyday I order an unsweetened iced tea, because my headaches made me give in to the Great Iced Tea robbery boycott, where they jacked the price up from $0.99 to $2.69 for a large, unsweetened iced tea. The boycott did cost me my mayoral status of the local Dunkin’ Donuts. Some young girl got the title. I’m not sad. I don’t really know why I check in on Foursquare. I don’t really get anything out of it. Once in a while it’s fun to play “spot the other Foursquare person”, but I don’t collect pins or badges or anything. I did get a discount on a tree once. Maybe we’ll try that again. We need more trees.

As I was sitting at the supervisor’s station at work, being all supervisor like for the obligatory 10% of the work week, I decided that I must be a heck of an employee to try to manage. I don’t do that well with being told what to do. I kind of find the whole “this is a directive” thing kind of amusing. Many years ago at an old job I was in a staff meeting with the management staff and the owners of the company. The president of the company told me during the meeting that he wanted a list of everyone’s passwords for his records so he could monitor their internet usage. Now he was known for yelling and screaming and swearing to make his point. I politely stifled a giggle and told him that I wasn’t going to do that, the users’ passwords were none of his business. He screamed and yelled and swore. I screamed louder. Don’t tell me what to do, especially when we both know that it’s not the right thing to do.

Because I go through life with this “I know what I need to do” attitude (albeit with some guidance once in a while), I kind of expect people follow suit and know what to do as well. I mean, if you’re in the same job for several years, you kind of have an idea of what to do at your job. At least I’d hope so. But there are people that have no idea as to what they’re suppose to be doing unless they’re told what to do. I find this concept a little foreign. If something needs to be done, do it.

It’s not complex.


North Country.

So yesterday after lunch Earl and I decided we needed to go for a ride. 

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Earl keeps tabs on the outside world.

The first leg of the ride involved riding over the Tug Hill via back roads, one of them dubbed “The Osceola Turnpike”.  During wintertime family gatherings my father would tell a story of how back in 1991 I went off the road in my 1986 Hyundai Excel in the middle of nowhere and that I walked six miles in each direction to get a shovel to dig the car out in the middle of a snowstorm. There’s more to the story that I’ll tell someday, but Earl and I confirmed that I didn’t walk six miles in each direction. I walked 4.9.  I’m a slacker.

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We drove through my hometown and then headed north, making our way up into the North Country of New York State.  This area is bordered by the St. Lawrence Seaway to the northwest. Our first stop was a bite to eat at the Salmon Run Mall at a locally owned place called “Hot Diggity Dog.”  

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The North Country my favorite part of the state because it’s flat, rural and fairly friendly. Some think of it as a “snowy Alabama” and would like it to be more like the cosmopolitan downstate area, but I find it much more relatable than the hustle and bustle of the bedroom communities along the Hudson River. I also like it better than western New York (though that side of the state runs a very close second in appeal to me). Plus there’s a lot of French Canadian radio stations and hints of metric due to it’s proximity to eastern Ontario and Province du Québec. It adds to the feeling of “culture”.

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Resting time for the ducks.

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We made our way up to Robert Moses State Park and the Eisenhower Locks near Massena. Unfortunately, we didn’t get to see ships pass through the locks. Earl and I spent a couple of days at this state park back in the late 90s and we hadn’t been back since.  I thought I should grab a shot of a marked halfway point.

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After heading back towards the equator, we stopped for a potty break at the local mall — the St. Lawrence Centre.  Nice mall but unfortunately it’s about 60% vacant.  Must be people don’t share the same affinity for the area that I do.

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Busy Saturday night?

It was approaching sunset and Earl and I were about 3 1/2 hours from home at this point so I thought we should start the trek home.  We made our way through the college towns of Potsdam and Canton, stopping for dinner at a little diner called Jumbo’s in Gouverneur.  The place went silent when we walked in. I think it’s because folks didn’t know us. Either that or my mustache is breathtaking these days.

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Earl is hungry.

Everyone at the Jumbo diner was very nice and the food was EXCELLENT and less than $20 for the two of us for dinner. Buy local, skip the chains.

We passed by the former farm of our friends Roger and Howard as we skimmed the western edge of the Adirondacks on our way back home. A few deer were grazing in the night but none of them tried to race the Jeep. We arrived home happy and unscathed at midnight. I wasn’t even tired. I was too pumped from such a wonderful day.

It wasn’t our longest ride (our personal best is 18 hours) but it was very enjoyable. Sixteen years later and we’re still finding adventure.  Life is good.


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This was the best scene of the first season of “Smash”, in my opinion. This song and the choreography are spectacular. It makes me smile.